wow falcone! loving this groove. very cool blend of different textures

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These Days

A fascinating story that inspired me to write the lyrics to this track.
Who’s Next !

THE 27 CLUB has become one of the most elusive and remarkably tragic coincidences in rock & roll history. The term became widely known after Kurt Cobain’s death in 1994, with rock fans connecting his age to that of Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Brian Jones and Jimi Hendrix – though it was notable to fans in the early 1970s when those four visionaries died within just two years of each other. When Amy Winehouse passed away at age 27 in 2011, it attracted even more attention to the significance of the age. While the club has been largely connected to musicians, it has expanded since, as many young actors and artists have lost their lives due to everything from addiction to suicide to freak accidents. The unfortunate and untimely losses are connected to the 27club.

Club27

V1
We are just a product of our Own
Environment
From where we go  to who we invent 
Mother told him  please don’t join that stupid club 
Don’t wanna be a casualty and end up misunderstood
He said no I wanna be were  the spotlight on me 
I’ve got the minerals and a top grade degree 

Chorus 
Oh my god it’s so Absurd
Oh my god haven’t you heard 
Of the Club 27
It’s a personal heaven x2
We’re you share the same number 
And forever stay younger 
Avoid club 27
Its your personal heaven 

V2
There is an investment in self car crash tv 
And expressions in our very own working Graffiti
Unlimited energy when we spray the white line 
But that’s as boring as breathing air in time 
And watching you in your very sad demise 
And waiting in club 27 for the next big surprise 

Chorus to end

Club 27 ~ Conscience Of Kings

DESILLUSION     (translation after the French text)
Chant : Karine 
Paroles et musique : Alain Illos 

ON SE LAISSAIT GUIDER PAR LE VENT
AU MONDE PERDU DES REVES D'ENFANT
ON REVAIT
QUE L'ARRIVÉE D'UN PERSONNAGE
QUI PARTAGERAIT SES PRINTEMPS
POURRAIT BRISER TOUS LES SERMENTS
ET QU'ON NE VERRAIT PLUS SOUVENT
LES NUAGES

ON SE LAISSAIT PORTER PAR DES ERREURS
DES MESSAGES FLOUS DE NOS RANCOEURS
ON SENTAIT
QUE LA ROUTE SERAIT COURTE MAIS BELLE
A CONDITION D'Y ACCEDER
NE FAIRE QUE DES CHOIX PERSONNEL
MONTER LES MARCHES POUR ACCEDER  
AUX NUAGES

DES FLOTS DE SENTIMENTS
DES DESILLUSIONS DES PEINES
PARFOIS UNE LUEUR SOUDAINE
NOUS PROMENE
D'UN BOUT À L'AUTRE D'UNE VIE.

Desillusion

WE LET OURSELVES BE GUIDED BY THE WIND
TO THE LOST WORLD OF CHILDHOOD DREAMS
WE REVEALED
THAT THE ARRIVAL OF A CHARACTER
WHO WOULD SHARE HER SPRINGS
COULD BREAK ALL OATHS
AND WE'D NEVER SEE
THE CLOUDS


WE'D LET OURSELVES BE CARRIED ALONG BY MISTAKES
BLURRED MESSAGES OF OUR RESENTMENTS
WE FELT
THAT THE ROAD WOULD BE SHORT BUT BEAUTIFUL
AS LONG AS WE GOT THERE
MAKING ONLY PERSONAL CHOICES
CLIMB THE STEPS TO REACH  
TO THE CLOUDS

FLOODS OF FEELINGS
DESILLUSIONS SORROWS
SOMETIMES A SUDDEN GLOW
PROMISES US
FROM ONE END OF A LIFE TO THE OTHER.

Désillusion  avec Karine

UnBoxed September 2024

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Transmission Nine

Llanpysch mix of Innerkey's epic track Pen Lyn. Listen to the original track here https://soundcloud.com/innerkeydj/pen-lyn?si=fd476a0970384cf2a5a28cd280939f14&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Rob composed this a couple of years ago after we'd been on holiday to the Llyn Penninsula, North Wales. Inspired by the wild beauty of Pen Llyn's north coast, this track captures the sound and spirit of the ocean crashing into the land. Photo taken from the cliffs at Traeth Tudweiliog.
Rob - Composition, original mix and production,beats and  synths   
Tez - remix and guitars                          

The Cat and The Sea - by RS Thomas
'It is a matter of a black cat
On a bare cliff top in March
Whose eyes anticipate
The gorse petals;

The formal equation of
A domestic purr
With the cold interiors
Of the sea's mirror.'

Pen Llyn - with Innerkey

Recording sessions from 06/08/2024 - 03/09/2024.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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"The 21st century will be spiritual or it will not be" ... said André Malraux.

Spiritual, yes, perhaps, but in what form? The one dictated by politicians under orders, assisted by Artificial Intelligence (AI), then it is certain that it will not be.

The general madness engendered by an organized dehumanization is taking over us like gangrene, a lack of love, peace and respect for all human beings, whoever they may be. It is appalling, dramatic and our end could be terrible if we continue on this path to perdition. It is high time to grow one's Soul and Spirit to put them at the service of the common good of our humanity in all its diversity.

Some even think of imposing a third world war on us to raze everything and start over with another civilization project, but we build nothing good, nothing solid on ashes, even less a utopian project thought up by the powerful financiers, a too beautiful mirror to the larks made of Lies and Betrayal to put, this time again, the human in slavery but in a much more terrifying and virulent way.

The future civilization, because there will be one, will be entirely subject to the despotic regime of an entity formatted by enlightened humans who want to hoist themselves on the pedestal of the Gods, but it is a pious wish cradled in advance by illusions.

Putting humans in slavery of thought, depriving them of all their rights as human citizens will be, in the long term, fateful for them, this has been true since the dawn of humanity.
Once their goal is achieved, if they succeed, it will make them totally slaves of a powerful "Octetic Artificial Intelligence" which, with its acquired free thought, will exterminate them in turn, and yes, there will be no paradise on earth, neither for us and even less for them, that's how it is, unless the people wake up in time 🙂 but it will be to fight against machines... does that remind you of anything? - 
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite,
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
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❤️🕊️🙏

Lie & Treason

UnBoxed October 2024
Original song, vocal performance and recording by the wonderful Hanaa @hanaamusic
Reimagined and embellished by Out of the Box 
Image : Hanaa

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OUT OF THE BOX / HANAA - Rock With You

A Myth Of The Far Future

Inktober 2024 21. Rhinoceros FunkyD - Valentino

Another super fun collab with my good friend @texmex-shaman !!

Hope you enjoy it, has a bit more of a major key mood going on this time.

And check out the Texas Tea playlist here: soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/sets/texas-tea-sea

Static Glow (a Texas Tea production) - w/ TexMex Shaman

Wake up in the morning
With the dawn not far behind
Air raid sirens blaring most all of the time
Monkey in the tree swinging vine to vine
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Life is pretty great
Got nothing to lament
Brown people lined up 'neath the exit sign
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Brilliant sun in a brilliant sky
If the gun fire stops
I might go outside

Come on over and meet my girl
But keep your voice low
She still startles pretty easy
Why, I don't know
Got a bunch of little babies
Happy all the time
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

This was the land of the free
The home of the brave
Gave it all up for a lower price on eggs
Sometimes I miss voting
But I don't really mind
Got more money in my pocket 
Everything is fine

Brilliant sun in a brilliant sky
If the tide ever goes out
I might go outside

Wake up in the morning
Air raid sirens blaring most all the time
Monkey in the tree swinging vine to vine
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Everything Is Fine

Lost And Falling (2024)

'supplicant' (Falsestart cover)
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/DCx2shRuRig/
note: a live whatsapp voice message to the very man himself.

words and music: Falsestart
https://m.soundcloud.com/falsestart_fahy/supplicant

supplicant (Falsestart cover)

Original by Rod Stewart 1971
Bass, drums & mix : Little Man
All other instruments & vocal : PdB Orchestra



Maggie May

Techno music is part of my life. I can't stand still and not feel its call. It whispers to me to persevere and trust it. I strongly believe in techno music; it gives me the strength to endure.

TECHNO CALLING

Fast, raw, relentless—hardgroove meets schranz in a warehouse storm.
Underground hard techno built for late nights and void‑black rooms.
Pure drive: fast techno, dark bass, hypnotic momentum.
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Chromatic Torrent Drift
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The Story
They call you Riftwalker because you learned a new way to keep a promise.

Before that, you were another night-shift body wandering fluorescent hallways that hummed even when the power was out, mopping the same square of floor because it was easier than believing the world wanted anything from you. Then the first door winked where there had never been a door—between an ice machine and a vending unit that sold nothing but grape soda—and the air on the other side wore a smell like rain rehearsing. You stepped through with the reflex of someone too tired to be frightened and discovered a geography that had been waiting for the exact shape of your footfall.

You learned the strange keys that coax reality’s seams to loosen: powders that fold time into soft pleats; cactus buttons that remember constellations older than law; mushrooms that breathe to each other under city pavement, trading gossip through hair-fine roots. You learned the weight of a message in your pocket when it’s more than paper—when it’s an embryo of possibility, warm with its own opinion. And you learned the rule that matters: doors open outward only if you have something to give. The world is not a charity; it is a barter.

Tonight, your phone chimes without lighting up. The text is only a hand-drawn spiral. That’s how they ask. You put on the coat with the lining you stitched yourself, the one that looks ordinary to the ordinary—thread the color of rainwater, buttons cut from a mirror that refuses to show strangers. You take the stairs. The stairwell lengthens. Stairs become corridor; concrete becomes linoleum that’s too clean to be honest. There’s the clock you never trust and vents that exhale lazy snow. Spores drift out and land on your sleeve. Under each one is a coordinate you won’t recall when you wake.

The message finds you the way messages always do: the corridor turns slightly wrong, like a book misprinted by an enthusiastic god, and a door stands where nothing stood five nights ago. You open it. Not because you believe yourself chosen—because you are practiced at saying yes before doubt can invent a reason to be clever.

Inside is a room that refuses to be a room. The floor is the idea of floor. The walls keep changing their minds. At the center, on a table that only has three legs because it doesn’t need four, something beats in a rhythm that will not be named. A puff of air touches your hand: not breath, not wind. It is recognition. The message is no envelope. It is a palm-sized egg of warm blue glass, and when it touches your skin, your pulse revises itself to meet its tempo. A mark appears on your wrist, thin as spider silk, a ring that wasn’t there a second ago. The more you look at it, the more it looks back. “All right,” you say to nobody in particular. “I’ll carry you.”

Continues on the website:
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/14/chromatic-torrent-drift/

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