strong lyrics and well crafted support by the music

Musique relax & superbe mélodie & voix . Excellent !

Love the guitar , great atmosphere generated by the track

Great lyrics and story telling. Beautiful song.

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"Believe" is a whispered confession delivered into the heart of silence. This neo-classical piano piece weaves an emotional narrative with great subtlety, where each note seems to carry the weight of a memory, a promise, or a hope. The opening bars unfold with a delicate, almost fragile touch, as if the pianist hesitates to disturb the stillness. Gradually, the melody grows in depth, the harmonies blossom, revealing a quiet but unwavering inner strength.

Believe

Under the Grand Arbour uses A♭ lydian (purple) and D♭ lydian (green), with meandering cascading arpeggios to evoke images of bougainvillea on a clear blue sky day. An improvisatory-like theme is reminiscent of the unpredictable natural form of plant-life. The entire piece is built on six notes stated at the beginning, like the six steel prongs at the QPac start of the arbour walk. Sheet music at https://www.australiancomposers.com.au/search?q=rachel+hocking

Kurilpa 1. Under The Grand Arbour

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🎵 Title: Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 05:07
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Classical / Neoclassical / Soundtrack
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: https://youtu.be/2qpfngZPqsU

📝 Description
"Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a chamber composition for eight instruments, deeply rooted in the expressive tradition of the Russian musical school, profoundly inspired by the legacies of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and Georgy Sviridov. The piece seeks to capture the ephemeral beauty of memory, weaving an atmosphere of tender melancholy and quiet contemplation, as if illuminated by the delicate glow of a winter landscape.

At its heart lies the theme of nostalgia — a longing for moments lost, expressed through a lyrical dialogue between the strings (first and second violins, viola, cello, and double bass) and the poignant timbre of the winds (flute, oboe, and clarinet). The strings evoke heartfelt emotions, whispering tales of cherished recollections, while the winds add a breath of airy lightness and a subtle shimmer of hope. The double bass provides a resonant foundation, grounding the composition in the timeless embrace of the natural world.

This work transcends a specific narrative, instead inviting listeners on an emotional journey — a meditation on the fleeting nature of time, the enduring power of the human spirit, and the universal search for harmony. "Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a sonic painting, a tapestry of sound designed to stir the soul and awaken the imagination. It’s a testament to the beauty found within stillness, and a celebration of the delicate balance between joy and sorrow.

🎼 Key: A-Dur | Time Signature: 3/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Separation from Soul

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Ilhams Song

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

“This is not the end — just the last note left behind.” Vedran, Thank You All....

Vedran - The Bulletin Board

A faded echo of “Earned It,” held together by whatever the old keys had left in them.

Iphone Voice Memo 63: Earned It (The Weeknd Cover) Demo Version

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DJ Sinjin -- Through A Glass But Darkly

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Through A Glass But Darkly

This was the first ever song I created way back in 2007.

City Lights 

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City Lights

Tons and tons of bass with a southern feel to it.. get your daily fix of bass.

Southern Bass

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Hey Rockers, Ravers and Sinners! 

💯❤️💯💙💯🖤💯

DJ/Producer/Drummer. Born in Hammersmith (London) in 26/06/1975

Embraced music as soon as I opened my eyes to a world what was new to me, was scared of everything so delicate and fragile. But Always knowing that music would always look after me. I felt safe and happy ❤️🌏💙

Music is very important to us! So embrace it. I feel blessed to be a part of the uprise of a lot of different genres of music, And If you have it in your soul! Then your the lucky ones!! Because not everyone does! Paint music with vision! Not just with your ears!! 💥💥

When I reach 2000 followers, and I did mention 800 followers before, But with it all moving so quickly, I want to give away one of my tracks as a freebie, Whatever track has the most "Likes", That will be the one I give to you all! So please hold tight.

Never enough hours in a day, especially juggling work, family, friends and studio time.

So I'm hoping to get my album out as soon as it's ready.

I'm also in the process of making my own music channel on u tube as soon as some of my tracks are nearly ready for release.

Thanks for waiting for me guys ;-)

CALLING All DJs, Radio stations and Producers.

Let's connect, I'm currently promoting " Brand New Music " and would love to send it over to you. Looking to make friends.
Leave me a message, Swap tracks, Ideas, and general enjoyment of music  💙

Leave comments.
Will try and reply to everyone.

Being a DJ/Producer isn’t just about the music anymore. These days.. Staying relevant means constantly creating content, engaging, and keeping up with a dam algorithm.
To be honest with you, it's bloody exhausting. I didn’t get into this to spend hours figuring out how to “perform” for social media.
I got into this because I love music! The time I spend stressing over posts is time I could be spending making tracks, mixing down my music and refining my skills as a producer.
But if you don’t post, you risk fading away and being forgotten. It’s a cycle that can be draining...and honestly, my heart really just isn’t in it right now.
It hasn't been for a while and I'm really struggling with it. I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.
This kind of pressure can take the joy out of what we love. So if you see me posting less, please just know..
I’m still here, still creating, still putting my energy where it really matters.. into the music! 
So much Big love to everyone who supports me for the art, not just the algorithm.

Most of my tracks I upload to SoundCloud are mastered on a professional and are watermarked demos for all you beautiful people to listen too. When I start to get a few more finished I will start to share to the world via Spotify and other leading platforms when the time is right!

Music was my first love and it will be my last,
Music of the future and music of the past,
To live without my music would be impossible to do,
For in this world of troubles,
My music pulls me through.

Coral 💯💙💯🎶💯❤️💯

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