Perfect bass and funky groove. Excellent mix too. Top quality.

Hey man, I'm a huge fan of both funk and jam music, so this hits all the right notes for me. Love how all the instruments are saying something together in service of the groove. Excellent guitaring on, too, man. Love it!

I wish I could  play bassguitar like this.. great performance, groove.. bass and drums.. nice production.. funky, yesss!

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A song made in Jazz and Blues style. with help from Georg .And voice at the end...the great Juan Mayor.

Jazz in E Guitar Edition

un grand merci à Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520 pour ses cœurs qui ajoutent un peu de douceur, très bonne écoute, merci d'avance.
Steph

Paroles :
Un chemin sans détour
Nos rêves d’enfants de retour
Illumine chacun de nos pas 
Être alors ce que l’on croit
Libéré des illusions provisoires
De ces pensées dérisoires
Partir loin de ces chagrins
L’authenticité n’a pas de fin
Le bonheur caché au fond de nous 
Qu’il faut chercher avant tout
La simplicité si subtile
Un jour rejoindre enfin son ile
Alors Dieu nous parlera
Et il nous montrera la voie 
De l’amour, la sagesse et la vie
Nous le savons, cela n’a pas de prix

Refrain :
Alors décide toi ma belle
Je t’attendrai au bas de l’échelle
Mais ne me laisse pas là
Sinon je vais mourir de « foi »
J’ai préparé tous les bagages
Je te promets d’être plus sage
Encore une fois tu as le choix
Sois ferme et prend bien soin de toi


Spontanément sans détour
Oublier ce vieux compte à rebours
Rechercher à l’intérieur de soi
Percevoir, changer ce qui ne va pas 
Couper les liens qui nous efface 
Dans ce labyrinthe trouver sa place
De la joie à l’intérieur de notre chaire
Capable de percer les mystères 
En nous subsiste une oasis
Qui réanime sans artifice
Accepter de partir en exil
Sans limitation inutile
Une étincelle au fond des yeux
Viendra rallumer le feu
Motivation divine
Cette énergie nous illumine

Alors ou en es-tu ma belle
Je t’attends là, au bas de l’échelle
Ne me laisse pas comme ça
Sinon je vais mourir de « foi »
J’ai préparé tous les bagages
Je te promets d’être plus sage
Encore une fois tu as le choix
Sois ferme et prend bien soin de toi




Une petite place pour l’imaginaire
Un peu d’espace, un bol d’air
Retrouver nos moments disparus
A l’intérieur, le paradis perdu
Fuir les critiques systématiques
Redevenir pacifique
Plonger dans de belles pensées
Dès l’aube se laisser transporter
Les yeux tournés vers l’infini
Au son de douces mélodies
Ecouter son instinct
L’authenticité nous fait du bien
Accepter tout ce qui nous dépasse
Gagner en force et faire face
Ne plus jamais faire le sourd
A tout l’amour qui nous entoure

Alors décide toi ma belle
J’attends encore au bas de l’échelle
Mais ne me laisse pas là
Sinon je vais mourir de « foi »
J’ai préparé tous les bagages
Je te promets d’être plus sage
Encore une fois tu as le choix
Sois ferme et prend bien soin de toi

Authentique

As it's party season I thought a funky party number was in order 🎉🥳🍾🎈

I wish everyone a very happy and musical new year.🎶🎵

Funk Jam

It's not often that an entire nation suddenly has its hands unshackled, its mouth ungagged and its cell door left ajar with an open invitation to leave the darkness and step into the light.

So, Syria, what's it to be?

Hmmm...?

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Find Seagull's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Find David's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203

Artwork by Seagull
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Mother Syria

Hold my hand up to the sun to reach this smouldered rubble
Lift my eyes again with little patience left in trust
Assad years, father and son, each the devil’s double
Gassed and burned my cradle nation to blood-soaked mental dust

With his face alight the new guy’s mission, pure, sent from heaven
Promises truth, gold, light and god in his virgin presidential pledge
In the dead of night autocracy voted AK47
New boots crush freedom’s fingertips, as they’re clinging to the ledge

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
That cradled understanding of things earthly and divine?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
Or should we prepare the palliatives for your sectarian decline?

Mother Syria at the crossroads, will your ancient beauty shine,
On the path of sane humanity or on diabolos’ design?

Mother Syria will you renounce the suicide bomber’s blast?
Maybe seek out peace at last?

Mother Syria   ...   with Seagull and David Dunham

Calming Life Form

“Dessau Dreaming “ by Luke  (in memory of my brother) 

Long time ago during the Cold War in a small apartment in Dessau 🇩🇪
a 2 year old brother was introduced to his new baby brother, both boys were adorable with blonde hair & blue eyes.. 
one year later the older brother went by train to visit his Oma in Berlin.. 
that was the last time the brothers ever saw each other again..
the barbwire went up & the wall was enforced, forcing the 3year old brother to stay in the East while his younger brother (and Mother) made it to Aachen to live with the other Oma.. 
20years later the wall came down only boy left was the younger brother who grew up with the PolarBears in🇨🇦Canada..
he was a Diesel mechanic by trade
but he’s been writing & creating music since he was 6 years old..
I Created this song In memory of my older brother..
Dieter Schüßmann ❤️

“Dessau Dreaming” by Luke

An instrumental brand new track, more experimental along with punk rock elements (mostly 90s) along with the 80s feeling into it.
LUMI=Like u mean it.
 
Enjoy my friends!
Youtube: https://youtu.be/gzSvR9GT-zE
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(p) & (c), 2025.

LUMI

Hello ! 
Très heureux de vous présenter cette toute nouvelle piste en compagnie de mon complice et Ami Monsieur Madeleine ! 

(https://soundcloud.com/user-755316389/ses-yeux-comme-des-tours-de-lumieres-par-zitou-itou-et-mr-madeleine?si=3aae7d4edd3d468fa60dc09eabe7d300&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing)

Bonne écoute à toutes et à tous, 
Zitou I.
photo: gilmanshin (pixabay)

Ses Yeux Comme Des Tours De Lumières Par Zitou Itou ET Monsieur Madeleine

Ban'ei racing is a type of horse racing in which racehorses compete for strength and speed while pulling a sled. It is also sometimes called "horse pulling".
Currently, the only publicly managed (local) horse racing in Japan is "Ban'ei horse racing" sponsored by Obihiro City, Hokkaido, and it is the only form of horse racing in the world.
"Ban'ei horses" (heavy breeding horses, also called "banba"), which have been used since ancient times mainly as farm horses and weigh around 800-1200 kg, pull iron sleds carrying jockeys and heavy loads, and compete in strength, speed, endurance, and jockey technique on a separate 200-meter straight course with two obstacles (small trapezoidal hills).


Horse-drawn sleigh race on snow

give her a follow! https://www.tiktok.com/@sasiniamusic

sasinia - første breakup (cra88y remix)

File Updated: ebow added


Added verse for Ukraine as well as Palestine. The hope is they get the Peace we got from these words after my Grandad wrote them 🙏 Added a Native American chant over the Ukraine verse. Wen-da-ya-Ho
I have bolted on the Ukraine verse. I'll go for a full fresh rebuild of the idea soon

The Orange Wolves
"Oh captive Gaels across the border
Suppressed by wolves of law and order
With sheepish tongue and gun in hand
How slyly they divide our land!
Aided by our Christian faith
Gods message changed from love to hate
This sinful 'state' cannot remain
May God release it from it's pain!
Let secret truths be now confessed
From barracades by sons supressed
While smouldering homes cry out to Heaven
Incense to God by the Orange Devil!
And as the flames of freedom grow
They melt the chains which bound you so
Fear not, dear children, brave and fine
The wolf cannot devour the Lion!" [Papa (Bill Stapleton)1969]

The Blue Wolves
"Oh grafting Gazan's out a little further
Suppressed by wolves, The present "order"!
With sheepish tongue and gun in hand
How slyly they divide your land
Aided by your Muslim faith
May God's message spread love and light
We see your State!
You must remain!
May God release all from their pain
Let secret truths be found and blessed
Move barricades, Bring the food, What beats in your chest?
While smouldering homes cry out to Heaven
Incense to God by this days' Blue Devil!
And as our flames of freedom show
They melt the chains which bound us so
Fear not, dear children,
Its brave you define.
The wolf can never devour our Palestine 🇵🇸"

Fear not, dear children,
Its brave you define.
The wolf can never devour a true Lion

The Red Wolves
Unite with Ukraine
They're bruising further
Weathered by wolves, the present "order"
Indecision,
Guns to head while shaking hands
How slyly they just took your land.
Aided by our ailing aid
May you find power and love
A full state.
We see their hate
Prisoner army of pain
May they retreat to borders sane
May your grain sail free to nest
Our hearts have food
Our grace to your best 
While smouldering homes cry out to Heaven
Incense to God by the Red Devil
As the flames of freedom grow
They melt the chains which bound you so
Fear not, dear children, brave and fine
The wolf cannot devour the Lion!

 [Adapted from Bills poem for the present day - TBD 2025] Free Palestine. We got there. So will you guys. Loads of love from Ireland. Free 🇵🇸

The Wolves

Curious Adventures Await, Frank Music & Peace & Friends

hope

SUN IS LOW
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Wind cries lonely 
across the snow
Sky is frozen,
sun is low
Ice cold dust dry as sand,
whip the ground upon this land

Never day, never night
All that I see... turn to white

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go

Winter,
please hide my way.
Cross the plain,
the hills and far away


Wolves that gathered,
have watched each move
Teeth are showing,
tails held low.
Hungry eyes with patience view,
In this domain their reign is true

Infinite march, likely in vain
Tracks cross the plain... turns to a chain

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go
where they go
in the night
they take flight
soaring to sky
so high and free
just like me
Always heading for their home
just like me

Sun is low

booster live

Thank you Jonathan (https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein) for your beautiful guitar playing.

Jonathan: solo and wha-wha guitar (custom Telecaster)
Joppe: opening guitars (Ibanez JS1), virtual instruments

Cruising with Jonathan

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

I like to explore making many different genres of music. Music has been a passion all my life.

All original music, composed, performed, recorded and mixed by yours truly.

Funk Jam

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