See the music video (made in VR):  https://youtu.be/Nnxe3I16FMM

We Are Not Robots

I don't know what she just did to me
I thought she was above such childish things
She said to me my truth will never change
But please don't expect me to act my age

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

She said people don't know me, they just see
My mistakes and eccentricity
When you get to know me you will see
I'm trying to escape reality

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Nah nah nah nah nah
Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Sometimes I just want to be child
Sometimes I want to get a little bit wild

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

Because we are not robots
Nah nah nah nah nah

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We Are Not Robots

Time For A Revolution -with AnandaTuk

A collab with https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan on violin and keys/sounddesign and https://soundcloud.com/holgerengel on bass guitar, Big Thank You to my wonderful collaborators. Please take a listen to the remix of KBS:  https://soundcloud.com/bigpapashonan/brochen?si=a3d0ddc3cdb9475f9601e6fdea3e64bc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
 
At 1142 metres above sea level, the ‘Brocken’ (also known as the ‘Blocksberg’) is the highest mountain in the ‘Harz’, a mid-range mountain group in Central Germany. Put simply, it is a large block of granite, a plutonic rock. It is shrouded in legends and mystery. My father grew up in this area as a child and of course knew the old stories and myths, including some about the so-called "Brocken Ghost"...

The cropped, filtered and edited photography shows the „Brocken Spectre“ (original by Walter Richter)
					
„When the observer's shadow falls on a layer of fog or clouds, the shadow is not represented by a solid surface, but by each drop of water in the haze individually. As a result, the brain cannot see the shadow stereoscopically and significantly overestimates the size. Air movements cause the shadow to move, even when the observer is standing still. This seemingly separate entity can also float and hover without having any visible contact with the ground. The other physical conditions on the mountain, cool and damp air, silence, as well as the lack of orientation due to a lack of foresight and neighbouring mountains, reinforce the subjective impression of the apparent existence of a ghost."

					Johan Esaias Silberschlag, 1780


Brocken Ghost

1
The shadow falls (4)
On layers of fog 
The shadow falls
Unto each single drop
The shadow falls
On layers of fog
The shadow falls (2)
  
A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story…

2
The shadow floats
On layers of fog
The shadow  is hovering
Over the ground
The shadow is growing
Waving without sound
The shadow floats
With a glory

A different story
On each single drop  
A different story
From the bottom to the top
A different story
On each single drop
On each single drop

Brocken Ghost (wt KBS and Holger Engel, raw edit)

On My Mind

I'm glad to present my second collab with Mathieu Torres - who added his brilliant guitar.
Definitely hot spice ! :-) https://soundcloud.com/mathieutorresworks

Fragments / feat. Mathieu Torres

Dans notre bar    (Translated under the French text )

Texte :        Josette LéonardCocquempot
Chant :        Karine
Musique  :  Alain Illos

Dans notre bar , je t'attendais
Yeux charbonneux , bouche cerise , 
les jambes gainées de soie grise , 
je t'attendais . 

Dans notre bar je t'attendais
Indifférente à ce garçon 
et à son regard polisson , 
je te guettais .

Anxieuse et un peu fébrile
Je pensais à ces turbulences
À ces nuages imbéciles
Qui menaçaient notre romance

Mai découvrait    ses blancs lilas
L’air embaumait le muguet tendre
Le garçon était toujours là
Et toi tu te faisais attendre .

Le temps passait imperturbable
Et l’angoisse en moi s’installait
Le verdict était implacable
Ton amour s’en était allé .

Dans notre bar je t'attendais 
Yeux charbonneux , bouche cerise , 
les jambes gainées de soie grise , 
je t'attendais .  

 Je n’allais pas te supplier
Il me fallait baisser les armes
A travers un rideau de larmes 
Le garçon me souriait

In our Bar

In our bar , 
I was waiting for you
Smoky eyes , cherry mouth , 
legs sheathed in grey silk , 
I was waiting for you . 

In our bar, I was waiting for you
Indifferent to this boy 
and his polite look, 
I was watching for you.

Anxious and a little feverish
I thought of the turbulence
To those foolish clouds
That threatened our romance

May uncovered its white lilacs
The air was fragrant with tender lily of the valley
The boy was always there
And you kept waiting .

Time passed unperturbed
And anguish settled inside me
The verdict was implacable
Your love was gone.

In our bar I waited for you 
Smoky eyes, cherry mouth, 
legs sheathed in gray silk, 
I waited for you.  

 I wasn't going to beg you
I had to lower my weapons
Through a curtain of tears 
 The boy smiled at me

Dans notre bar avec Karine

Recorded in Modesto, Ca. Featuring Sergio Parraga on Congas & Percussion. Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Alto Saxophone solo.  Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. String Quartet, 1st & 2nd Violins. Viola, Cello. Drums Acoustic Full drum kit set. Percussion Bongos, Congas, Timbales, Tambourine, Cowbell.

Kick-n-It

Davenport (Guitar)

Giving And Taking
------Cloud Stepping
(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit---NOT barely
the few we have can nearly fit

(Verse1)
If we knew it all, and all
Then nothing would matter
It’s all a puzzle to be solved
We have always been the answer
The plan of god without reward
Evolves in different ways
We are all awake in different dreams
To let the devil play

(Verse2)
Who amongst us hear the screams
Of millions of lives lost, 
and don’t look on it as savagery
And wonder what’s the cost
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost
Are we listening or not
Are we listening or not

Giving And Taking

The Floating Island is a metaphor for the challenging goal of achieving peace among all humans, and a respectful relationship with nature throughout our world.
Music, Poem, Composition: Andrew Janik https://burythejar.bandcamp.com/
Voice: Oddrun Eikli
Photo: by MAR 
https://www.instagram.com/michaelanthony333/

Thank you Andrew, for your beautiful music, and for this JOY.

Floating Island


Seek. Peace
Water. Sunlight
Sleepless. Night
Waves. Caress


Sand.  Storm
Inner. World
Lost. Found
Radiant   Diamond


Floating. Floating
Floating. Floating
 Free


Fish. Speak
Stars. Sing
Plants.  Nourish
Angel. Wing


Floating. Floating
Floating. Floating
 Free

Floating Island . Music: Soundpainter. Voice: Oddrun Eikli

When the Swings Went Silent

The latest full-length album from Memphis-based producer and musician DAMAGR, titled ‘REVIVER’, builds on his past works in the downtempo ambient-techno space while exploring new melodic and percussive textures that invites the listener to look closer. Built around the classic 303 sound and the Elektron Syntakt’s melodic and percussive textures, this album weaves a hidden language of symmetry and reflection that hints at deeper musical and historical cycles.

DAMAGER- REVIVER [FE045] is available now worldwide.
https://future-everything.com/releases/reviver

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DAMAGR - One by None

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity

Brocken Ghost (wt KBS and Holger Engel, raw edit)

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