[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Tradacoustic series no. 389

Music, exceptionally recent for this one, a few days old, like under 10 days, mostly 1, 2 days! I've never had one like this.

created: 2025/05/26

hk_tradacoustic_389

Hi.
This track is from a new album"Imaginary Space".
I just released this album yesterday.
I played drums and experimented with vocoder and samples.
If you liked this track please have a listen to it.
Thanks for taking time.

I'm Gonna Do Like This

Mirror in the window

Africana Brass

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL by NOVA J

I’ll never forget when we met
Told you not to take me seriously
Isn’t that sad?
Now here we are, we’ve come so far
Still together after all this time
And I’m so glad

I had a lot of healing to do
I was in pieces, you were the glue

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

High beams in a taxi cab
Scanning sidewalks for someone to grab
Me and a stranger sharing a room
Fighting off the impending doom
But you found me there
No judgment, just care

All the others held a grudge
But you never held back love

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

Oh, the world is breaking, creating
Oh, the tides are rising, cascading
Oh, the earth is shaking, rearranging
But through it all, you’re the one I call

Helping break my fall
Standing strong and tall

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL

Spell of Love

The Crystal Caves is a symbol of submission, revelation, and the enigmatic boundary between knowledge and madness. It depicts vast, gleaming caverns deep beneath the earth’s crust, where immense quartz crystals grow like frozen lightning. These radiant formations are not merely geological wonders — they are conduits of consciousness, forming the neural lattice of an ancient, mythological intelligence.

In the lore of this card, humanity’s collective fears and desires are imprinted upon the crystals, forming an unfathomable archive of thoughts and memories. Faced with an existential crisis — be it environmental collapse, war, or spiritual disillusionment — a select few are chosen to hear the ringing. This sound, like a chorus of distant bells reverberating inside their minds, is a calling from the depths. Those who submit to the summons venture into the Crystal Caves, seeking understanding. Others resist, unwilling to face the knowledge that awaits — and in doing so, are consumed by the madness of dissonance.

This card challenges us to confront our inner callings. It asks whether we are willing to descend into the recesses of our own minds, face the uncomfortable truths that lie within, and emerge transformed. Alternatively, it warns of the destructive consequences of rejecting growth when the time has come to evolve.

Drums, piano, vibes: R Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Vocals, PS Perkins
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Tascam DP24SD + StudioOne 7 + a bunch of cheap mics

LYRICS
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In the ways of the world from the crib to the grave
Everybody’s a slave
Ain't nobody gonna save us

Save your bellyachin for another day
Baby they got ways
Of making you behave

When you hear those bells ringing in your brain
Before they drive ya insane
Get on a boat or a plane

Take the golden taxi to the crystal caves
It’s a little like doomsday
You’re gonna have to be brave

Come join your friends in the crystal caves
Meet the underground conclave
At the standing wave

Gonna put the computer right into your vein
Connect the aqueous membrane
To the mineral mainframe

Gonna jump and jive when they play that jazz
Sprinkle on the pizazz
And just a little bit of zip zap biddly bap foo bar baz

Come and disappear in the crystal cave
Everybody’s a slave
Ain't nobody gonna save us

Now that you’ve arrived, won't you come on in?
We’re all about to begin
To start shedding our skin

Make like a snake, and gobble up that tail
It’s a hwale of a fairy tale
On the shell of a snail

In the mystery maze deep under the ground
A little magic we found
A way a watch can be unwound

To begin again inside the cave alone
A place we’re gonna call home
Amidst the shimmering stone

In the ways of the world from the crib to the grave
Everybody’s a slave
Ain't nobody gonna save us

The Crystal Caves

Steel (2024) Anthology CD3 Track 10

*Artist's Note: We have to care to not allow littering anymore.
Earth & our environment matter! /'
 
👉🏻🗑⁂©All Rights Reserved 05-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: YOU'D BETTER CARE
____________________________________________________________
LYRICS:
[3 x's]
(Repeated chants)
The wind & the waves under command with one touch of my magic hand. Night falls, I'll make the waves rise. Here to wash away what the humans litter & let die.

(Singing) (Verse 1)
For those who don't care; you'd just better be aware. What you won't save, will give you back what you gave beyond the planes of the grave.
Better learn to care, or someday you'll get what you gave at unaware. So think while you sit & stare. Sink like a fink for the double blink & awful dares. You'll die in your own snare. Fair is fair. Beware!
The wind & the waves under command with one touch of my magic hand. Night falls, I'll make the waves rise. Here to wash away what the humans litter & let die.

(Singing) (Verse 2)
For those who don't care; you'd just better be aware. What you won't save, will give you back what you gave beyond the planes of the grave.
Better learn to care, or someday you'll get what you gave at unaware. So think while you sit & stare. Sink like a fink for the double blink & awful dares. You'll die in your own snare. Fair is fair. Beware!

Earth Conscious Before We Drown In Debris

You'd Better Care

FALSE IDOLS

A little monkey in a mechanical suit

On Sunday, 18 May 2025, I marched with 100,000 human beings in The Hague, the Netherlands. We marched in a long Red Line against the genocide in Gaza. I walked most of the way with tears in my eyes; profoundly touched by this show of humanity. 
On Monday, 19 May 2025, I wrote the lyrics for a song titled, This Red Line. 
On Tuesday, 20 May 2025, I picked up my guitar and improvised a melody, clean slate, and recorded only one take on my iPad. This is it.
Today, Wednesday, 21 May 2025, I publish this song as my tribute to the people of Gaza and to all the human beings I marched with on Sunday, 18 May 2025. It is raw and unpracticed and far from perfect. But I feel in it the pain I have experienced since 7 October 2023, and the overwhelming power of humanity I so intensely felt during that historic march in The Hague, when the human beings in the Netherlands said, ‘No more genocide! Never again!’

This Red Line - Lyrics
In shadows deep where hatred breeds,
A whisper turns to violent deeds.
A people marked, a target set,
Humanity begins to fret.
 
The signs are there, the words take hold,
A story tragically unfolds.
As we gaze up at darkened skies
As fields turn red, and tongues are tied
 
But there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
The cries unheard, the pleas ignored,
As innocence is stripped and gored.
The world looks on, a silent shame,
While precious lives are put to flame.
 
But deep within, a fire starts,
To mend the broken, bind the hearts.
A human voice calls out with No! 
Its echo sounds cross bloody lands
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
It's not just borders on a map,
It's in the silence, in the gap
Between our words and what we do,
The promise we must see it through.
For every soul unjustly lost,
A heavy, bitter, human cost.
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.

This line we hold...
Against the darkness...
Again... again...


This Red Line


secondo brano dedicato alla mia adorata bambina che crescendo desidera partecipare ad un talent show così tanto alla moda nella tv di oggi. ma lei ai sta impegnando studiando musica e ballo🤗


second song dedicated to my beloved little girl who, as she grows up, wants to participate in a talent show so trendy on TV today. but she is trying hard studying music and dance🤗🔥🔥🔥⚘🤷



https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=DNEMPVZY32M&feature=shared



https://open.spotify.com/track/1KPtDImelESWDT42R4DTJf?si=UjU1cLybSl2yVVjvlG5R9g&context=spotify%3Atrack%3A1KPtDImelESWDT42R4DTJf


https://music.apple.com/it/album/cara-ale/1815960385?i=1815960386&ls


https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0F9P4NKD7?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_bkFcZS1XQTJjVs6qMkt9mrhlP&trackAsin=B0F9P5G3TP


Cara Ale stai crescendo.mp3

Dedicated to my friend Carl "The Beautiful  Dark", a real poet and singer/songwriter here on soundcloud.
May the force be with you ...

Laurie (the spirit))

This track was created for the Naviar Haiku group.
594
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku594-caged-bird/

2025-05-25

caged bird (Naviarhaiku 594)

l'art pour l'art - Vertere
May 2025
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Playlist, l'art pour l'art: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/lart-pour-lart
Cover art painting: Carol Klepper
Cover art lettering: John-Marc Ventimiglia
For piano, harpsichord, organ, skiddaw stones, timpani, virtual instruments and percussion

l'art pour l'art - Vertere

Just a small idea I am playing with. I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to comment as all feedback is greatly appreciated and may help shape how I develop this track.

Spinning Out (Demo)

Speak to me softly

Tonight your eyes avoid mine  
There’s a question dancing in the shadows  
Do you still love me or has time put out our flame  
On the floor only dust and memories

Speak to me softly let me hear your voice  
Let the silence melt between us  
Tell me I’m wrong that everything is still real  
Speak to me softly let me hear your heart

Maybe the floor remembers our games  
How many nights chasing scattered dreams  
Now the silence is a jazz that makes noise  
And fear holds me tight within its notes

Speak to me softly let me hear your voice  
Let the silence melt between us  
Tell me I’m wrong that everything is still real  
Speak to me softly let me touch your heart

If there’s a truth hidden between us  
Don’t let it vanish in this cold  
Hold me tight even just for a moment  
Let me know that not everything is lost

Speak to me softly let me hear your voice  
Let the silence melt between us  
Tell me I’m wrong that everything is still real  
Speak to me softly let me hear your

Speak to me even with just a sigh  
Don’t leave me here lost in the void  
If this is the end tell me softly  
But look at me again just for a moment

Speak to me softly

This song is actually more of a poem. But I only realized that when I tried to set the text to music after I had written it. 
"I count on you" is a song written as a heartfelt thank-you to the quiet companions in our lives — those who stand by us when times get tough. 
Sometimes, these are the people who understand us without needing many words. Sometimes, they are the loyal, four-legged friends who remain by our side through the years. And sometimes, it’s a spiritual presence that carries us through our darkest moments.

This song is about that steady, silent presence — the comforting feeling of not being alone. It reminds us how much strength can be found simply in being there for one another. Some call it friendship, others call it love — some believe it is God. Ultimately, it’s about connection, trust, and the quiet certainty: I can count on you.

A heartfelt thank-you to Andreas and Colter, who deeply inspired me in the creation of this song.

It would mean a lot to me if this song finds a place in your heart and uplifts you when you listen.



I count on you

When everything inside goes quiet,
and I don't know what to do,
when every step feels heavy,
somehow – there’s you.
You never asked for answers,
you just stood there by my side.
In a time that felt so broken,
you were my piece of light.

I count on you 
when the fire’s burning low.
When I feel like fading,
you’re the one who still knows.
I count on you –
not 'cause you're loud or strong,
but 'cause you stay,
when everything feels wrong.

You held my silence gently,
carried every flaw I had.
You saw the parts I couldn’t show,
and never said it’s bad.
You never needed big ideas,
you just showed up as you are.
And in the middle of the night,
you were my northern star.

I count on you 
when hope has gone to hide.
When the world gets smaller,
you still stay by my side.
I count on you 
no questions, no disguise.
You’re the quiet truth
in a world of little lies.

And if the day should ever come
when you can’t hold it all alone –
I’ll be the one who holds you back,
like you have always done.

I count on you 
And you can lean on me
We carry what the other can´t
And set each other free
I count on you 
and hope you feel it too.
Through every broken piece,
I’ve found a friend in you.


Lyrics/Vocals/Music: Axel Menningen

I Count On You

Atmospheric and soulful cloudy soprano saxophone by joerxworx: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

The Northern Lights

Cloudy Days (Remix) feat. joerxworx

Update: Added tremolo picked ukulele

Lyrics

One day it's right
The next it's wrong
So say true meaning
Arise my dear Sun
Way to show start
Conception of riddle
Middle Earth heart
Bowed meaning from fiddle
From East to West
You warm our chest
Breast filled bust
Until eve when you set

Truth changes

We know you'll come back
But what of us?
Fallible mortals riding spiritual bus
Fussed, we're framed with oasis unknown
So we make dimensions
To upgrade our clone
Prone to pain
But not prone to feel it
Heads fly insane
Books rot in this normal that 'reels it'

One day it's sight
Blind the next
New strong
True meaning will find disillusionment gong
Arise dear Sun
All day, protect
Creation makes the clean reflect
Finding freedom in existence
Tuned to aquatical vassalised consistence

The truth changes all day
It rearranges if you look it's way
It mutates to make new universe
Behavioural states adjusting diverse
Expanding like all known cosmos
Laser interferometer sees new truth hopes

Truth changes
Soup, Nico ranges
Truth changes
Soup, Nico, ranges
Proof, pave us
Truth, change us

Gravitational waves at us
Tag team proof to pave us

Truth Changes

Genocide, June 2025, nothing cool about it:
Israel is only the executioner, every nation which has armed that country in the past year is an accessory to that genocide, an accomplice, a facilitator.  We cannot talk about war crimes because when you target unarmed civilians, mostly women and children, we are talking about a massacre, like terrorists do, not a war. The people who orchestrated that massacre, in the US, the most duplicitous, followed by those of the UK, Germany, France, and probably a few lesser ones should be tried for crimes against humanity just as well as Netanyahu and his cabinet, because it has been going on for two years, generously reported by media of all kinds, so the enablers knew exactly how the arms were to be used, as a tool for revenge, domination, and humiliation of the Palestinian people.  The conflict has ceased to be about the defense of anything for months.

The parties responsible have made a mockery of decency, morals, fairness, proportion, or justice, not to mention empathy.  Of what little there was, these concepts will be a lot longer to come back than they were to be struck down.  

Is it 1984 already?!?!
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I have not been able to recover access to my other account [https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong] for a couple of years.  I have tried a few times to get back into it but SoundCloud doesn't trust me.  Same phone number, same email addresses, and they still claim that they can't verify my identity.  I created that account about three years ago as a substitute to my regular account which SoundCloud temporarily closed.  They closed it as part of some upgrade procedure in their system, the result of a bug that affected many accounts, about two years ago.  Since SC did not inform its users I didn't know if that was permanent or not, so I created that other account which I can't access.  Don't be mad if I have not replied to your message in the past two years, that's because I never got them ; ) ... You can always reach me here though.
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This one here (957729823) is for regular folks.

I love you, both.

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You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West. ... Actually I checked recently and it is further North more than West, I thought I was facing South when in fact I probably was facing the Atlantic ocean, which is why I suppose the waves were of a decent size where we were.
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My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
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I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
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Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

hk_tradacoustic_389

Ha Kékong