Hier sind Kooperationen mit Musikern auf Soundcloud zu finden. In den meisten Fällen stammen die Texte von mir, Ausnahmen sind unten beschrieben.
This playlist will be populated with more 'collabs' each time they come about.  It is an overwhelming joy to see my words honoured by sonic renditions produced by these great and wonderful artists. 
In Hawk Caught a Rabbit the magnificent lyrics are by Jeff and I just added little quibs in between. In the Administrational Heart only the first two sections of lyrics are by me. For Équinoxe-moi and Around the Bend, Wivresse and I swapped poems and sonified each other's work. Concatenandus, Small Gifts, Trilobite Quandary and The Passing are open collaborations in which you can still participate. The title for 'the wolf in me ....' was made by Mark from the Re-evolution Café Orchestra,  replacing the poem's original title Aeglaeca. With Amanita Muscaria and Know Ware, I only held roles far in the background of gestation, but Jeff and Terry and everyone else were kind enough to give me a honourable mention. Thank you, brothers and sisters in sound. The complete adventure of the Land of Zed story is out now on Bandcamp: https://thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com/album/land-of-zed The E-bow Dao is unique in that Jeff's music came first and inspired my words. Later, the same course of composition came about with sun state, earth people, flying. Windover Hill by mono-orbit (former mono-lux) layers the words of my poem of the same name with those of a ballad by Maria Cunningham. Hanno has undergone some additional cleaning and enhancing at Rollo C's (muterial's) place. With the Holy Dumpling, I've only added some percussion. Adam was so generous as to allow me to add to his amazing originals Harmony and My Orders Never Came; the lyrics are all his on these two ...  just like Jeff's on Anthology .... where I had the honour of adding some sound into the mix. Would you go has some collaborators intentionally not named. KooJaa is all Kirk's invention, just rhe words and some of the voice are mine. At the moment, Vermillion Syncretism is taking shaoe in the studio of the Furico Music Team.

Sympoetic Ultrasounds

Summer 2025

SUMMER WIND ACROSS CREEPY FIELDS

Related tracks: Across the river

Related tracks: Today New Session Mix  ,  Hubert Stytz, Brian  G. Graf

-Download available -

Collaboration between Mono-Lux and poet Jo Richter (Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches)
@sonic-textures
Poem and conception by Jo Richter with narration and sounds by Mono-Lux - created between Dec 2021 and Jan 2022

“narcoleptic somnambules
consumers of hot summer dates
here’s another post hypnotic trigger
implanted by that giggly jingle
dance the transsomatic landfills
dance the cisapocalyptic skies
dance the tarmac, dance volcanic
dance the lord and dance the flies

narcoleptic somnambules
lost mnemonic virtuals
here’s another transtraumatic flipper
sponsored by your self-parenting guide
dance the cleptotronic chromosphere
dance the micro plastic surge
dance the trolley, dance the alley
dance chromatic, dance your urge

narcoleptic somnambules
purveyors of emoji eyes
here’s another sonoclastic ripper
tearing up with bluetooth kites
dance the thanocultic road code
dance the toxins pressed in shists
dance pollution, dance profusion
dance the hit and dance the missed”

The Gallery

- Download available -

This is the second collaboration between Mono-lux and the poet Jo Richter A.K.A. Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches
@sonic-textures
Poem and conception by Jo Richter with narration and sounds by Mono-Lux - created Jan/Feb 2022

“the less to remember
the more to listen
gifts from the ice age
reverberate
a simple story
a forest
a coastline
entangled in silence
one starts to relate”

Small Gifts

Collaboration with "sonic structures and silent stretches"!!

<< Poetry >>
it‘s not like
she doesn‘t understand
what this silence
around her
is for

after all
there‘s this desire
feeding meditaton industries
monetizing inner calm
awareness

each human being
a kettle about to boil over
spill watery, bubbly, glittering marbles
sweet nothings kept for
nobody‘s sake

each mind‘s mouthpiece
a pressure valve, vibrating
under strain not to let off steam
verbosely explode
right nto her face

she still wouldn‘t mind
for this audience of roaring silences
to turn a listening ear
towards her artistic endeavours
every now and then

Poetry

The Silent Treatment (collab with sonic structures and silent stretches)

- Download available -

This is the third collaboration between Mono-lux and the poet Jo Richter @sonic-textures… enjoy

Poetry is Vital
sound space and time
structuring impulse
carving chiselling kneading morphing
large and small gifts

Poem and conception by Jo Richter
Narration and sounds by Mono-Lux

Vital

Guitar: Ingvar Tautra, There is no Regrets Big Enough 
Ingvar Tautra's track is protected by a creative commons license - please check there: https://soundcloud.com/agnosturaelwar/there-is-no-regrets-big-enough
He is generous enough to allow me to use his track with my poem. Thank you!
Narration: I wrote this poem nearly thirty years ago, embroiled in all the aftermath messiness of a split-up. It was first published in a collection of poetry  bearing a line of this poem in the title that was published under the pen-name 'sonogara' which I had used during that period - three copies sold ;-)

Lyrics / copyright jo richter:

Tjost

sie, in seide gehüllt
blüte um blüte um blatt
ihr stolz hat wolken gestillt
die sind nun müde und matt

er, aus höllen empört
von glut im kometenkranz
und plasmaströmen genährt
halb loh, halb zunder, halb glanz

noch tanzen roh die säbel
noch rast ein loser sturm
verschlungen hängen nebel
im windschnitt hinterm turm

Tjost - with guitar by Ingvar Tautra

Music video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqmnp3KQnVs
——— —
Creeper
________

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet
hiding in shrubs, crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper 
creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees
and if you need me, you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

——-
see a cottage, ‘round two-hundred feet…
peeking in your blinds! crazy way to meet, girl! :)

I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street 
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper gellin’ to my radio
moving up your street, hop into my backseat
I got down around 200 feet, hiding in shrubs…
crazy place to meet girl!

yeah I’m a creeper creepin’ down the alleyway
looking for a new friend or an easy lay
city filth comes up to my knees, and if you need me
you don’t know where I’ll be
yeah!

——-
where are you girl?  I get low down
smashed around looking for anyone not a clown
out there in the summer heat; crawling through your shrubs…
crazy way to meet, girl!

where are you now?  I get low down
smacked around looking for anyone not a clown
out there around 200 feet, hiding in the trees
crazy way to meet, girl!

well I’m a creeper plugging in my radio
moving up your street
listening in stereo
David Bowie, why can’t you be me?
come and show me a sexy way to be, yeah!

well I’m a creeper chilling to my radio
moving up your street, hopped into my backseat
I got down ‘round two-hundred feet…
hiding in your shrubs, crazy place to meet 

giiiiirrrrrrrrrrlllllllll!!!!!!!!!!

Creeper

Project RESIDUE (Sleeping Though the Good Parts)

En hommage à mes deux amis de SC: Damga et HyLGZ22 @user-618736932😉qui m’ont permis de ”poser ma voix” sur leurs excellentes pistes!
Instrumental: Damga @lorzha-la-succube 
Lyrics: DelhyA, Damga, HyLGZ22 et leurs collaborateurs
Vocals: DelhyA

Je vais oser être vraie
Je vais oser comme Joséphine et me la jouer façon bad gurl
(Je vais oser) et te proposer une romance erratique au son de mes mélodies nocturnes
Même s’il n est que 16h ce dimanche et que le soleil revient
Laisse moi t inviter dans la cathédrale de mes sons ecstatiques
Où je te jouerai la sweet polyphony de mes désirs
Te prenant ainsi dans les phares de mon clair de lune artificiel.

Welcome to my subspace
Où je ne te propose rien d autre que du love dans un magnetic cloud.
J’y ferai l éloge de ta rousseur en attendant que le rouge te monte aux joues
Bien sûr je ne te dirai pas lesquelles, ici je te l avoue…
Au gré de cette méditation guidée, nous allons jouer et nous élever
jusqu’à ce que la dernière goutte soit tombée,
Jusqu’à ce que la dernière goutte soit tombée….

Laisse moi te séduire au son de mes black keys et mes harmonies
Laisse-moi t’envoûter avec my dark smooth melody
Sous la douceur lunaire, je serai ta hiérophante adorée
Sous les étoiles endormies, tu seras bien vite piégé(e)
Au sein des vagues sublimes du storm de nos phéromones
Où tu n auras plus qu’à succomber aux sons de notre attraction musicale….

Ce soir my love soyons fantasques et frivoles
Ce soir my love ce sera juste: « relax and let me take control »

——————————————————
TRANSLATION:

I'm going to dare to be true
I'm going to dare like Josephine and play the bad girl
And offer you an erratic romance to the sound of my nocturnal melodies
Even if it's only 4 p.m. this Sunday and the sun is back
Let me invite you into the cathedral of my ecstatic sounds
Where I'll play you the sweet polyphony of my desires
Taking you in the headlights of my artificial moonlight.

Welcome to my subspace
Where I offer you nothing but love in a magnetic cloud.
I'll praise your red hair while waiting for the red to rise to your cheeks
Of course, I won't tell you which ones, but I confess here...
Through this guided meditation, we will play and rise until the last drop has fallen, Until the last drop has fallen...

Let me seduce you with the sound of my black keys and my harmonies
Let me enchant you with my dark, smooth melody
Under the lunar sweetness I will be your beloved hierophant
Under the sleeping stars you will quickly be trapped
Within the sublime waves of the storm of our pheromones
Where you will only have to succumb to the sounds of our musical attraction…

Tonight, my love, let's be whimsical and frivolous
Tonight, my love, it will be just: "Relax and let me take control"

Electro Goddess (with Damga)

Recording sessions from 03/05/2025 - 16/06/2025
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / No I.A. / No samples.
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & 4H09
🔲 - Cover art - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile,
Focusrite, Hewlett Packard, Korg, Logitech, M-Audio, MSI, Sony,
SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________
❤️🕊️🙏

Across the river

I had posted a year ago the row version of this track recorded back in 2015 (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/bosque-redondo)
I thought that, after all these years, it was time to remake it, without altering the melody or the atmosphere.
Regarding the context evoked, see for example here: https://americanindian.si.edu/nk360/navajo/long-walk/long-walk.cshtml

Composed by Michele Ansani (2015-2025).
Bansuri is courtesy by Aahro.
Cover photo: Navajo girls at Fort Sumner, Bosque Redondo era, New Mexico, 1864-1868(?). Palace of the Governors Photo Archives, negative number 038208.

RePosted on SoundCloud: 2025, June 16

Bosque Redondo (final version)*

Tiristor

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

The only bomb that should be acceptable to mankind.

"Sex Bomb" is a song by Welsh singer Tom Jones (you probably waited for this ;)). Performed in collaboration with German DJ and producer Mousse T., it was released in November 1999 on Jones' 34th album "Reload".

Guitar by my son Gideon.
We hope you'll enjoy the show.



Sex Bomb (Tom Jones / Mousse T. - Giddy & Rob Jam)

■概要(overview)
自分の中の夏をイメージしました。
It was inspired by the summer inside me.

■歌詞
過ごした夏の数
まどろみの岸辺で
さざ波の記憶を
たどっているような気分
それは潮の綾

太陽を吸い込んだ
波の揺らめきが
瞼の裏で
揺れているずっと
寄せて返す幻

誰かが名前を呼んでいて
僕は浮かんでいるだけなのさ
時間が海に溶けはじめたころに
夏の風が冷たく感じて岸に向かった


モノクロームの夏
音の無い岸辺で
光の名残に
触れていたいような気分
夜が近い

波間に溶けていった
夏の幻が
瞼の裏で
僕を呼んでいる
その音で目を覚ます

誰かが波間に石を投げて  
小さな輪が広がっていった  
光と影をまといながら  
ちゃぷ　という音が胸に残った

いつまでもここにいたいな
浮かんでいたいよな
名前も忘れてしまったような
誰かに会いたいような

■Lyrics(google translate)
The number of summers I've spent
On the shore of my slumber
I feel like I'm tracing the memories of the ripples
It's the tides
The swaying of the waves that absorbed the sun
Swaying behind my eyelids
An illusion that keeps on ebbing and flowing
Someone is calling my name
I'm just floating
When time started to melt into the sea
The summer wind felt cold so I headed for the shore
Monochrome summer
On the silent shore
I feel like I want to touch the vestiges of light
Night is approaching
The illusion of summer that melted into the waves
I'm calling to me behind my eyelids
That sound wakes me up
Someone threw a stone into the waves
A small circle spread
Clad in light and shadow
The sound of splashing remained in my heart
I want to stay here forever
I want to float
I feel like I've forgotten my name
I want to meet someone

ちゃぷ(chapu)

Yecidera Ondiver

Basic track by Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/turn-of-time-open-collab-offer
joerxworx: alto saxophone, final mix & mastering

Turn of Time by Paploviante // sax remix

Demo-Track🎶🎧
Bittersweet tune...forget your worries and live today...joyful singalong song..sit back and relax..
enjoy!
All instruments, Programming, Vocals: Hubert Stytz
Lyrics :  Brian G. Graf
Add. Lyrics: Pee Gee

Lyrics

Don´t take yourself too serious
Don´t matter anyhow
Can´t keep on cryin`
About things you´ve done before
Just close your eyes and drift away
And say hello..to another day

Today is a day...and tomorrow is another (day)................

Although it doesn´t seem real fair
I happens anyway
You lose a friend
Dont´t know 
To just forget or really care

Today is a day...and tomorrow is another..........................

Do something wrong 
Go the bad way
Or take a break, relax, sit back
And watch the sun go down

Today is a day....and tomorrow is another...........................

Just close your eyes and drift away
And say hello...to another day

Today is a day...and tomorrow is another.............................

Today New Session Mix  ,  Hubert Stytz, Brian  G. Graf

Don Quichotte à Dulcinée is a song cycle by Maurice Ravel based on the story of Don Quixote. It was composed between the years of 1932 and 1933. The text was written by the librettist Paul Morand.

Piano by Helen Roberts

Lyrics

Chanson Romanesque

Si vous me disiez que la terre
À tant tourner vous offensa,
Je lui dépêcherais Pança:
Vous la verriez fixe et se taire.

Si vous me disiez que l'ennui
Vous vient du ciel trop fleuri d'astres,
Déchirant les divins cadastres,
Je faucherais d'un coup la nuit.

Si vous me disiez que l'espace
Ainsi vidé ne vous plaît point,
Chevalier dieu, la lance au poing.
J'étoilerais le vent qui passe.

Mais si vous disiez que mon sang
Est plus à moi qu'à vous, ma Dame,
Je blêmirais dessous le blâme
Et je mourrais, vous bénissant.

Ô Dulcinée.

English

Romantic song

Were you to tell that the earth
Offended you with so much turning,
I'd dispatch Panza to deal with it:
You'd see it still and silenced.

Were you to tell me that you are wearied
By a sky too studded with stars -
Tearing the divine order asunder,
I'd scythe the night with a single blow.

Were you to tell me that space itself,
Thus denuded was not to your taste -
As a god-like knight, with lance in hand,
I'd sow the fleeting wind with stars.

But were you to tell me that my blood
Is more mine, my Lady, than your own,
I'd pale at the admonishment
And, blessing you, would die.

O Dulcinea.


Artwork by Zurab Martiashvili

Chanson Romanesque (Don Quichotte à Dulcinée - Maurice Ravel - with Helen Roberts)

Some Heaven. (Feat: Lioness Pinky🦁

listen in it's proper order at https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharingoper order at

The album coming soon to Bandcamp

stall instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

scalar fields pt 3, tensor yields  -- featuring Jo Richter

In these hot summer days, some fresh wind to cool us down. Thanks to my friend @georg-boehme who, despite his many commitments, participated with his fabulous saxes.
Here you can listen to our previous collaborations: soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/danke-georg
For this song we played two tenor saxes, two electric guitars, keyboards(piano) and an electric bass.
Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

To the wind - with Georg Boehme

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Drown

An original song by J.J. Terrell

Left Behind

It’s really about the nights we shared
Underneath all the stars

Now that we’re apart, it’s hard to breathe
Thinking of the love, the dreams we weave.

Oh babe I need you back, it’s true

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lonely moment, I’m left behind
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Time keeps passing, but the ache won’t fade
Our song still plays, in every serenade
If you could hear me, would you find your way
Back to my arms, where your heart should stay?

Ohhh babe, I need you back

Memories linger, they haunt my mind
Every lovely moment, I’m with you
I see your face in the setting sun
Without you here, I’m all but done

Oh babe, I need you back
It’s true


Left Behind

Five steps (each one with two parts) progressing along 3 minutes thru different styles: rock, psycho, pop, hard..., and finally back to the psychopoppy ones.

Letra / Lyrics:

No siempre he estado aquí (soy imperfecto) / I have not always been here (I am imperfect)

Cuando tengo frío, o tengo calor, / When I feel cold, or I feel hot,
cuando tropiezo, me quemo, o siento dolor… / when I stumble, I burn myself, or feel pain …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

Me siento extraño / I feel strange
donde tendría que estar a gusto, / where I should to be comfortable,
y me reconforto / and I feel better
cuando me relaciono bien con el mundo. / when I relate well to the world.

Empiezo a pensar en el tránsito; / I start to think about the passage;
que no siempre he estado ni estaré aquí; / that I have not always been nor will be here;
que mi vida es un entretenimiento / about my life being an entertainment
en el viaje a otro sitio. / along the trip to another place.

Y descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
si la meta de todo lo que hago / if the goal of everything I do
es comer y respirar, / is to eat and breathe,
¿qué clase de razón tengo en la cabeza? / what kind of reason do I have in my head?
¿qué soy yo dentro de este juego? / what am I within this game?

 descubro lo profundo / And I discover the deepness
entre tanta superficialidad, / among so much superficialness,
y me pongo a pensar, / and I start thinking,
y empiezo a pensar… / and I start to think …

y  empiezo a pensar que no siempre he estado aquí, / and I start to think that I have not always been here,
y que todo en este mundo es ajeno a mí. / and that everything in this world is alien to me.

Pienso que este cuerpo / I think that this body
que me sirve para moverme / I use to move myself
no es todo lo perfecto que debiera. / is not as perfect as it had to.

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Image: "Rocky sprout", photo by Ruizzoidman

No siempre he estado aquí (Soy imperfecto)

"more fun than i deserve" 
 stepping off the ledge with desire

scalar fields pt 3, tensor yields -- featuring Jo Richter

stonerjazz