Name: Lost in thoughts by FabofaWo
Duration: 2 min 7 s
Description: Thoughts flow, sometimes clear and distinct, sometimes cloudy and faint, influencing my mood in the same way. Perhaps listening will bring you peace and relaxation.

“I live with OCD and I am on the ADHD spectrum, which is the inspiration behind this song. A deep dive into my favourite pop/punk albums from my youth inspired me to revisit this and make it into the song I always knew it could be. This is about anxiety and exposure treatment; how it is a challenge and that in time it will get better and will be OK. I hope you enjoy this anthem” 

feeling hope again. 

It’s burning up the tinder box
Weigh on my brain like broken rocks 
I want you to leave by the front door
Instead I’m letting you put your feet under the table
I’m having drinks with a monster 
And it’s never closing time 
The whispers in my brain transmit like the loudest din and the rumours are always lies 

I’m living moment to moment
It’s hard
It’s hard 
It’s hard
It’s hard
Letting you in
Not figuring you out
Brain volumes on 10 
I’m feeling hope again 

This trapeze I’m jumping off
Down to my feet and staying put
Keeping you here on my terms
Brains on fire my mind burns
Over there I put you out 
Down by the water into a cloud
Of smoke you go to live another day 
Now hold you dear, friend and enemy

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

feeling hope again.

Trop de prisonniers politiques dans le monde!
J'ai composé cette chanson sur un texte de Boris Vian,  un écrivain, poète, parolier, et  chanteur français que j’admire beaucoup.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Too many political prisoners in the world!
I composed this song on a text by Boris Vian, a French writer, poet, lyricist, and singer whom I admire very much.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Les images ne sont pas des vrais prisonniers
The images are not real prisoners
 Translation after the French text


Le Politique (par Boris Vian, Extrait)

Ils ont sonné à ma porte
Je suis sorti de mon lit
Ils sont entré dans ma chambre
Ils m’ont dit de m’habiller

Le soleil par la fenêtre
Ruisselait sur le plancher
Ils m’ont dit mets tes chaussures 
On chantait sur le palier`

J’ai descendu l’escalier
Entre leurs deux uniformes 
Adossé à une borne
Un clochard se réveillait

Ils me donneront la fièvre
La lumière dans les yeux
Ils me casseront les jambes
A coups de souliers ferrés

Mais je ne dirai rien
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Ils m’ont demandé mon âge
J’ai répondu vingt sept ans 
Ils ont écrit de mensonges
Sur des registres pesants

Ils voulaient que je répète
Tout ce que j’avais chanté
Il y avait une mouche
Sur la manche du greffier

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Qui vous a donné le droit 
De juger votre prochain
Votre robe de droit noir
Ou vos figures de deuils

Si vous voulez que je vive
Mettez moi en liberté
Si vous voulez que je meure
A quoi bon me torturer

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien



The Politician (by Boris Vian, Excerpt)

They rang my doorbell
I got out of bed
They came into my room
They told me to get dressed

The sun through the window
Streamed onto the floor
They told me to put on your shoes
We were singing on the landing

I went down the stairs
Between their two uniforms
Leaning against a post
A tramp was waking up

They'll give me a fever
The light in my eyes
They'll break my legs
With their iron-shod shoes

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know it well

They asked me my age
I answered twenty-seven
They wrote lies
In heavy registers

They wanted me to repeat
Everything I had sung
There was a fly
On the sleeve of Clerk

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know that well

Le politique

Lovers in Paris

Inspired by Yothu Yindi and early Midnight Oil, this track blends Aboriginal culture with modern music. Featuring (real) clarinet, didgeridoo, and guitar, it's a dreamtime journey where tradition meets contemporary sounds.


Inspiré par Yothu Yindi et les débuts de Midnight Oil, ce morceau mélange la culture aborigène avec la musique moderne. Avec des instruments réels (clarinette, didgeridoo et guitare), c'est un voyage dans le temps du rêve où la tradition rencontre les sons contemporains.

Yothu es-tu là ?

Cast of characters:
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — Ovation guitar, lead vocals, lyrics, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Warwick fretless four-string bass
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- VST timbale, production editing
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – electric piano and synth
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Telecaster HSS electric guitar

This song began as Carl's tribute poem to our drummer, Ken. Carl came up with the chord progression and started a project, to which he invited the rest of us. This is the third song Eclectic Collective has done that is a tribute by Carl to one of our members.  We couldn't feel more honoured than to be the subjects of his wild and boundless creativity.
  Fittingly, Ken was first in line to add his magnificent drums. Once we had drums, Josh had something to work with to add his bass, which he did shortly after the drums were up. Mark paid the project a visit next, helping out with a bit of production editing, and dropping in a mad percussion solo using his VST timbale drums. Stephen jumped in soon after, adding the melodic electric guitar riffs that appear throughout. Not to be outdone, JJ added some sonically thickening electric piano, as well as the throwback psychedelic synth that pops up towards the end. Finally, Tez came along and added the electrifying solo that appears about a third of the way in, as well as the one at the end. 
  Once the recording was finished, we turned it over to Stephen to mix in his always professional manner. 
  This song is all about our very talented teammate and brother, Ken, and it is well deserved, too. As mentioned, this is the third song from Carl about one of us. It's hard to describe the feeling of having someone who you respect take the time and energy to think about you in such a positive way as to produce a song about you. Then to have all your buddies join in to amplify it to a solid song is just mind-blowing. We are all very grateful to Carl for not only sharing his music with us, but for his thoughtful consideration of each of us as subjects. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.

(Original lyrics by The Perfect Dark)
Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture

Rhythmic mountain maestro
Each day, graft, working hard
So kids can eat
Bruised back sees very best of yard

Still, beats get born of evenings
Deep love finds joules to jam
May generation X soothe meaning
Let's teach the younger pussies what we can

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture
Sticks in hand
Cymbals a floating
Snare and bass backbone gland
Tom'ed Ringo Star man keep quoting
Keep life steady paced by hand

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Rhythmic Mountain (The Beautiful Dark with Eclectic Collective)

Mahan Mahan is responible for the orchestration and mix(coverart)
TexMex Shaman on electric guitar and Mastering(coverart)
the poem and voice by stonerjazz(coverart)
 
the nature of their being by jeff gardiner 

 ponder and ponder if you wanna
speculations bout meanings and measures and structure
of time and the present
and yet it remains completely unknown
made no dent in the fabric
of monstrous illusion
collusion of unseen forces
nibbling away with whispers
while meekly we, perish, never knowing
what we're feeding
believers believing bleeding rivers of remorse
and of course, the horses don;t ponder for a moment
the nature of their being--

The Nature of their Being-with TexMex Shaman and Mahan💀Mahan

- Picture -
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist. Shyntwirl
Quality. Shyntwirl
Lightning. Shyntwirl
Effects. Shyntwirl

- Music -
Producer. Shyntwirl
Composer. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Structure. Shyntwirl
Developer. Shyntwirl
Equalizer. Shyntwirl
Reverb. Shyntwirl
Background. Shyntwirl
Synthesizers. Shyntwirl
Synth. Shyntwirl
Fx. Shyntwirl

PROD. Shyntwirl

Shyntwirl - Amber View

Sing (2025)

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, vocals by suno 4.5+

a very old one I wrote over 40 years ago inspired by morris albert. the translation... never mind.

Daylight's safety fades into the night.
They used to say it starts to haunt
Obscure shades fall over wrong or right.
While something happens beyond

Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.

Though you've got me down, I'm ready to take your advice.
and for reading it deep in your eyes.
I can't go on with all this nonsense I'm used to, I've got to wipe it out.
just wipe it out

Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
[Instrumental]

Inner coldness — all so cool, hip and all that stuff I feel
That I don't really need it.
For years, I didn't care for the senses I long for so deeply 
now.

Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.
Feeling
Since I have that feeling,
Since I know that I can't catch that feeling for you.

Feeling

Using Paul Revere's famous night-time ride alerting people of the coming of the red coats, Light The Lanterns serves as a contemporary warning to light the lanterns again, this time, for the enemy within the US Administration.
Smart people doing wrong always perplexes me.
Religious people supporting wrong raises concerns about faith claims of following truth.
Political parties  and governments oppressing people causes alarms to ring out.

Track 10 from the 2025 Album called Fringe, available at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Light The Lanterns

V1
In a world that's confusing
When the Sheriffs are the bad guys
When the ones with the masks on
Are putting cuffs on the good guys
When the ones being locked up
May be the ones that we needed

Chorus
If you have a keen mind, then mind how you use it
If you've got a mean spirit, you don't have to use it/ abuse it


V2 
When they tax the poor ones,
And give it back to the rich ones
When the constitution becomes
the  whim of a convicted felon
Maybe it's time for Paul Revere 
to light the lantern ( to light the lanterns)

Chorus
If you have a keen mind, then mind how you use it
If you've got a mean spirit, you don't have to use it/ abuse it

How can something wrong, seem so right, for some 
Right for some (yeah yeah)yeah yeah
How can something wrong, seem so right, for some
Right for some 
Something wrong was right
Something wrong not right
Something wrong but right
Something

Wigmore: Lyrics, Vocals, Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitars, Bass

Wigmore Allen Gibbons - Light The Lanterns

Thoughts flow, sometimes clear and distinct, sometimes cloudy and faint, influencing my mood in the same way. Perhaps listening will bring you peace and relaxation.

Lost in thoughts

https://fabofawolinktree.my.canva.site/

 #ambient #drone #electronic #aesthetic #chillmusic #relaxing #fieldrecording

I am happy and grateful to share my music with this amazing community. Thank you and stay happy!

Lost in thoughts

FabofaWo

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