very dramatic tune, with grat use of light and shade and wonderfull instrumentation

This is big! Great work on all levels! Congrats!

Awesome tune and atmosphere. The vocals are superb

Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.1

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com


Heaven turned me down

Get Over It

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com



Hot Wired Heart's

Long Lost Friend

HORMIGA

https://youtu.be/J7I4dtEd-g4

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
yo soy... me quedo en la iglesia,
¿Cómo se llama? yo soy... yo no soy mero mero de aquí,
yo soy de Tlanchinol".

Trueno intenso,
tiempo negro,
viento frío,
llueve intenso,
olor a fresco.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Allá de Tlanchinol, allá de la Sierra de la Huasteca,
cerca de Tampico, ¿Si conoces Tampico o no conoces?".

Luna blanca,
pecho lleno,
cae neblina,
sube y gira,
cae a tierra.

Dolerá hormiga.

"Ajajajajajajá, acá na'más pues,
a que esta persona es este,
y yo me quedaba aquí atrás,
aquí, aquí me queda... ¿Cómo se llama...?
aquí me quedaba atrás".

Campo abierto,
solo cielo,
cerro abajo,
viene fiero,
sopla en serio.

Dolerá hormiga.


Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Hormiga

"Moving to Hell" is a wild descent into temptation, desire, and the reckless abandon of control. The song pulses with raw energy, capturing the intoxicating allure of someone who pulls you into the fire, making you lose yourself in the moment.

Moving to Hell

Space rock :

Drifting through the silence black as tar
Rings of Saturn stretching far so far
What’s the meaning in this vast cold space
Tell me why we run this endless race


Fractured minds trapped in a glassy haze
Souls exploding like a comet’s blaze
Cosmic echoes screaming out for truth
Where’s the map to find eternal youth

Show me the void the infinite tear
Where nothing feels heavy the weightless air
Answers hide in shadows unseen
Are we real or just some fleeting dream

Stars are whispers distant burning eyes
Galaxies collide where dead gods lie
Time bends and twists but never mends
Is this beginning or where it all ends

Footprints in the stardust crumble slow
We take but leave no mark on the glow
Bound to planets chains made of fear
Who decides why we are even here

Show me the void the infinite tear
Where nothing feels heavy the weightless air
Answers hide in shadows unseen
Are we real or just some fleeting dream

Infinite Void

Happy b-day Abi.  His fave director is Stanely Kubrick. I asked him to rec me a film last year and he said “Happiness with Philip Seymour Hofman.” I thought it was creative and funny and sad. He has higher moral standards than me. Found his gf perverted.  I would have called it kinky. I was going to tell him to lower his standards but if someone said, “maybe you should cheat”to me I’d say “no” cos a)your gf is supposed to be one of your best friends and b)it’s disrespectful. If I treat one of my best friends with disrespect how can I treat my friends well?  So I think Abi should do Abi. Other than that Abi sent me a pic and I told him he looked a bit like Rami Malek. He wasn’t too fond of that but Rami Malek isn’t bad looking and Abi looks 16.

I thought the whole song was A Dorian but it’s actually A dorian b2 alternating with A dorian for the verses.  I came up with the riff and wanted to make it more complex so I used the same strumming technique for ‘Can’t Stop.’ First time I used hand clicks for a song and also first time I’ve kept an entire song all modal. Thought the vocal phrasing was quite ZZ Ward for the verse and I wanted to  make it more hard rock sounding like Soundgarden. So the verses sound quite ZZ Garden or Soundward (Squidward). The bass in the verses is playing a simplified version of the bass line in ‘Come Together.’ I do like the vocal phrasing for ‘yet in the mix I found joy’ for the chorus. First time I’m doing that much falsetto for lead which is inspired by QOTSA. Some counter melodies for the beginning of verse 2. Fave use of counter melody is probably the 2nd half of ‘Emotion Sickness’ from Silverchair. I added some congas and wanted the same rhythm as the percussion from ‘Roots Bloody Roots’ but I decided to keep things simple and accent the 2 vocal syllables.. Then, the last chorus I was going to copy paste my piano parts but accidentally copy pasted my lead guitar over and that improved the groove.

Lyrics: Written by SGOR. Some guy on reddit. Lost contact. If it sounds like it was written an angsty teen that’s cos’ it was written by an angsty teen. Terrific message about finding empathy. Not sure about how death fits into all this.  ‘There can be miracles when you believe’ is cheesy on paper but I don’t think it’s cheesy when you hear it. ‘If you squeeze my lizard I’ll put my snake on you’ is ridiculous on paper but badass when you hear it. Depends on vocal tone, phrasing, delivery, and melody.

Stranded on a desert planet, lost in my own curse,
As if I caused a cataclysm, but all I did was change.
I was Found in the mud, like a coin in ruin's dust,
Polished up, made to fake, like I hadn't seen the rust.
Hear a beating heart in the darkness,
I've been lost, I've been found, I've wandered so long,
I found myself in you, but in the end, it wasn't me I found.

Ride with me through the storms of life, (it was fly with me originally and I am not singing that)
Let our hopes shine bright,  (it was light shine bright originally)
Like we've been struck by lightning, 
Revealed 
As something in the night.
I came to life when loss became real,
Felt pain and sympathy,
Yet in that mix, I found joy, found a way to be.
Am I cursed? I'll never know, but I'll embrace it all,
Life is its own limit, 
perfection in its sprawl.
The final goodbye, the chill of death, it comes for us all,

Running through the lost ruins of an apocalypse. (I wanted to give some more sensory elements to a song that was very much ‘in its feelings. So I matched the idea of a cataclysm. Took about 10 secs to type out)
Found myself with spears and arrows and feeling generous
Smeared my face in mud, like an Indian warchief
I’ve been dead, I’ve come to life, I’ve wandered so long
I found myself in you, but in the end it wasn’t me that I found



Ride With Me

I Want You To Listen a Little Anger

the eyes are so important when you look into anothers,you can be in love or dislike but the eyes tell a story Jigs Tripping Music and Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals are really working on originallity and different scapes,mixed vocals at ramrod studio in Sydney with Herman Covacs jigs tripping Art

Iris Eyes *collab Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals+Jigs Tripping music art

Some days, everything works.

The mics behave.
The ideas sync.
The printer doesn’t jam.

Someone starts a line,
someone else finishes it.

Theo plays one chord
and Ava knows exactly what beat to lay down.
Kate hums a melody
Julian already has in his hands.

The songs don’t get written.
They arrive.

No doubt.
No deadlines.
Just movement.
Just spark.
Just music pouring through minds
that are, finally, ready.

Not grasping.
Not grinding.

Just—
ready.

Like a pen on a clean page.
Like breath before a leap.

They are the vessel, the fire, the flame—
and every verse lights clean.

It’s the feeling just before the curtain rises.
Just before the dream remembers it’s a dream.

This is Test 8.
And they are ready.

...so very ready.

Song: Ready

Your pens are sharpened, your desk so clean
Your office quiet, a creative sheen
Your notes are here, your goals are near
With everything in place, there's nothing to fear

Get ready! Get ready!
You're ready! You're ready!
You're absolutely ready!
To create something big
To fulfill your dreams

The stage is yours, the pen in hand
It's time to play, to make your stand
With every step, you pave your way
Into a brighter, bolder day

Get ready! Get ready!
You're ready! You're ready!
You're absolutely ready!
To create something big
To fulfill your dreams

The time is now, the world is vast
The future's bright, let go of the past
You're the captain of your fate
With every dream, you create

Get ready! Get ready!
You're ready! You're ready!
You're absolutely ready!
To create something big
To fulfill your dreams

You're ready now, to light the spark
To chase the dreams, and make your mark
With dreams in hand, hope in sight
You're ready now, to take the flight

----

That is the last note they remember writing.

The next one...
is already waiting.

This concludes Act I.

If you're listening at home —
this is a good time to pause.

Stretch your legs.
Hydrate.
Take a walk through a world that doesn’t rhyme.

But come back.

The next part 
is anxiously expecting you.

Test 8: What If It’s This Simple? (Ready)

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A journey through invisible scars and ghosts that never stop talking. This song was born from the need to give voice to the silence that follows an emotional wound, between sharp melodies and visceral lyrics.
"There is ash in my mouth / From all the screams I never found" - each line is a whispered or shouted confession, suspended between anger and weakness.

Intense vocals, dark atmospheres and deep lyrics blend together in a track that speaks of pain, memory and resurrection.
If you have ever loved too much, if you have ever lost yourself in the noise left by someone else - this song is for you.

🎧 Listen, share, let yourself be pierced.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie 

You can hear other works with her here;)
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

Verse 1
Numb again, I drag my skin
Through the static of your voice within
You left your ghost inside my head
Feeding on the words I never said

Pre-Chorus
And I sleep with your silence
Like a razor in the sheets
I dig my nails through the violence
Of the memories I keep

Chorus
There's ashes in my mouth
From all the screams I never found
I built a shrine of broken glass
To watch it fall, to make it last

Verse 2
Your name’s a wound I can't unlace
A shadow stitched into my face
You haunt the space between my bones
And play me like a dial tone

Pre-Chorus
I breathe in the poison
Of a love that’s gone to rust
Your fingerprints still poison
Every breath, every touch

Chorus
There's ashes in my mouth
From all the screams I never found
I built a shrine of broken glass
To watch it fall, to make it last

Bridge (scream or whispered)
Bury me beneath the static
Burn my name into the wall
If I rise it won’t be gentle
It’ll be to watch you fall

Final Chorus
Ashes in my mouth
(Whispers wrapped in flames of doubt)
Every kiss a loaded gun
I’m not the only broken one

Ashes in my mouth

Spotify 

Takeover

Dogfish. Riding.

coleslaughter

No One at the Disco

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

✍ All rights reserved by Rolf Joseph
🆔1027
💿I don't mean them
🎵Josillion
📅250807

Lyrics:

You
All the things you say to me
Do you mean them
Though
You don't mean them
Do you
No
I know

And me
All the things I say to you
I don't mean them
Though
I don't mean them
Do I
No
I know

I been walkin' through a world gone blind
Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind
Careful creature made friends with time
He left her lonely with a diamond mind
And those ocean eyes

No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you give me those ocean eyes
I'm scared
Never fallin' from quite this high
Fallin' into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes

I've been watchin' you for some time
Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes
Burnin' cities and napalm skies
Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes
Your ocean eyes

No fair
You really know how


🆔1027 💿I don't mean them

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, Earth, a tiny blue planet on the outskirts of the Milky Way, lies silent, its cities in ruins, its people long gone. As a time traveller and musician, I am drawn to this world, to the echoes of a civilisation that reached for the stars but fell short, consumed by an ambition they could neither control nor fully understand.
Through my music, I seek to capture the essence of this lost era, particularly the turbulent times around 2070, when humanity's fate hung in the balance. Each song is a journey through time, a sonic exploration of the apocalyptic moments when everything changed, guided by the haunting melodies and atmospheric soundscapes that paint a vivid picture of a world on the brink of collapse.
As I wander through the abandoned streets and desolate landscapes, I find inspiration in the remnants of human culture - the unfinished symphonies in empty concert halls, the silence that hangs heavy in recording studios where hit songs were once crafted. The music becomes a conduit for the stories that linger in these spaces, tales of dreams pursued and hopes shattered.
In the rhythms of nature reclaiming the cities, I hear a powerful message - that all things must pass, that even the grandest of human achievements are impermanent. This truth resonates through my compositions, serving as a reminder of our own fragility and the need for humility in the face of the universe's vast mysteries.
Each track  is a warning, a cautionary tale wrapped in sound and emotion. They speak of the paths we may tread if we are not vigilant, the dreams that may crumble if we are not wise. Through music, I forge a connection that transcends time and space, inviting listeners to explore the echoes of a vanished world and heed the lessons hidden within.
Join me on this sonic odyssey through the remnants of Earth's final days, a journey that will leave you questioning our place in the cosmos and the legacy we leave behind. Let the music be your guide as we navigate the ruins of a civilisation that dared to dream big but ultimately succumbed to its own hubris - a fate we must strive to avoid as we venture forth into the unknown.

Ladat, born Ladislav Tesar, is Litomerice (Czech republic) native, body and soul, who writes and composes his music in Chatel-St-Denis, Switzerland. Ladat is not a band in the true sense of the word, but rather a musical project that emerged in 2019 as an escape from reality, because things go better with music.

Ladat's musical odyssey defies conventional labels and freely blends elements of rock, folk, country, and jazz into a rich and genre-bending style that invites listeners to explore the diverse spectrum of influences that shape his emotional and diverse compositions.
As an experienced composer and lyricist, Ladat weaves stories that deeply resonate with audiences and offers a captivating and immersive musical experience, where each song is an expression of boundless passion, creativity, and an unapologetic celebration of musical diversity.

Since 2021, Ladat has been collaborating freely with the Slovenian A7 Recording Studio and musicians around guitarist and drummer Blaž Pavšič, such as Uroš Mohorič (guitar), Gregor Alič aka Hanson or Peter Beznec (bass), and singers Anton Premec, Kristina Jelić, Maja Štebih, Hana Pavšič or Oliver Neff aka Titanic Jack.

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