Just amazing! Deep and so beautiful sounds and atmosphere, great work!

🎵 Was für eine brillante Zusammenarbeit, xian3! Die Art, wie ihr die mystische Atmosphäre des Brockengespensts eingefangen habt, ist absolut meisterhaft ✨ Dieses Intro versetzt uns sofort auf die nebelverhangenen Berghöhen 🏔️ Liebe es, wie KBS' Violine und Soundscapes sich mit Holgers Bass zu dieser gespenstischen Klanglandschaft verweben 💫 Die intelligenten Drops und das Arrangement spiegeln perfekt das schwebende, geisterhafte Wesen aus Silberschlags Text wider 🌫️ Das ist Alternative Rock in seiner atmosphärischsten und durchdachtesten Form! 🎸

you guys have crafted together a fantastic song. this is really well done. I especially love the percussion.

Scheinbar mäandernd, aber doch zielstrebig und -führend. Ein starkes Stück!

Such alluring and sophisticated musicianship! That tune absolutely melts my soul! Your work is incredible and unmistakingly exquisite!

Your Mix 6

The World should care for the Children, they need a better present & a better futur... 

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia

Musicians Beatmakers, if you want you can remix this song adding some instrumental. 
The file is on Freedownload.
Let's Keep spreading positive vibes...

PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN

The Crows of West Georgia Street

Dots of coal on the horizon
Gliding in the morning sun     
In the fountains and blossom trees
The crows of West Georgia Street
   
Rain or shine they’ve always been there
From the brickyard, they’ve come to share
Happy to see me, but they just don’t care
Those crows on West Georgia Street

Sleek and beautiful, rainbow black
Too smart for a cage, they always come back
They ease my pain by showing me
The point of life is just to be…..just to be

A tight knit murder; this family Crowe
Knowing well who’s friend or who's foe
Together forever like you and me
The crows on West Georgia Street

Sleek and beautiful, rainbow black
Too smart for a cage, they always come back
They ease my pain by showing me
The point of life is just to be…..just to be

Cover Art: Time, Space and Terrorism, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

The Crows of West Georgia Street

The Crows Of West Georgia Street

16 листопада, у свій день народження співачка Ana Danch презентує нову пісню «Осіння ніч».
Пісня про справжні почуття зародженні восени, пісня-надія на те, що це кохання житиме вічно.

On November 16, on her birthday, singer Ana Danch releases a new song "Осіння Ніч".
A song about true emotions that bloom in autumn, a song about the hope that this love will last forever.

Lyrics:
Осіння ніч в коханні 
Вже майже сніг, та нам не холодно 
Перші ми тут і останні 
Темно довкола, а нам всеодно 

Так тепло в твоїх обіймах
Я в тобі тону, як в морі ріка
В полоні я слів твоїх ніжних
До тебе лиш лине моя душа

А-а-а-а-а-а
Біжу за тобою я знов і знов
А-а-а-а-а-а
Мрію щоб вічно жила ця любов 

А-а-а-а-а-а
Я Всі почуття віддаю і ти знай
А-а-а-а-а-а
З тобою для мене тут справжній рай

Скільки днів минуло ти памʼятаєш?
Відтоді як сказав, що мене кохаєш 
Відтоді як ми вперше Новий Рік зустріли 
І від всіх втекти удвох зуміли

Хочу щоб здійснились усі бажання
І лиш від щастя були наші коливання 
Відчувати - моя рука в твоїй долоні 
Кожен ранок радіти своїй долі 

А-а-а-а-а-а
Біжу за тобою я знов і знов
А-а-а-а-а-а
Мрію щоб вічно жила ця любов 

А-а-а-а-а-а
Я Всі почуття віддаю і ти знай
А-а-а-а-а-а
З тобою для мене тут справжній рай

Осіння ніч

Thanks for dropping by as always :)
Link to another one of those barely moving pictures and sounds things here if you want it - https://youtu.be/OQZhlPPNGAs

Lyrics
Decisions we never made 
will make us in the end
plans built on empty grounds 
an alibi sworn to pretend
just to get to something real 
we make same different mistakes
thinking you’ve life to waste
can’t escape a mirror 2-faced

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend

Build all our foundations 
two arguments at a time
burnt down broken promises
to feed a wipe clean mind
misunderstood ourself for treason
but never defined a crime
if I could I’d have a reason
not a lesson learnt up a line
but life’s lessons never taught on time

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend
Broken bridges

Just cos there’s no answer
don’t mean there’s no wrong
we gotta believe in something
and keep trying to belong
but are we singing the same old song

Broken bridges
A lost moment found in time
Broken bridges
Dig away your hollow smile
Broken bridges
Sticks to it’s bitter end
Broken bridges
Never there just to mend
We’ve broken bridges
We’re broken bridges
All broken bridges
We’ve all broken bridges
We’re all broken bridges
Just broken bridges
Forever there to amend 
Forever there to pretend


Broken Bridges

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

I watched some years ago a TED presentation, and I was impressed by an interesting idea about sheep and sheperds. I do not recall the topic of the presentation nor the identity of the presenter. Here I wrote down the basic idea in my words and made some extrapolation regarding our human condition.

Javier Valero track I used with permission is found in https://soundcloud.com/jvaleroalb/rpr07_64/comment-2292988850

*** MORNING PRAYER *** 

How clever of sheep to acquire shepherds!
Doing so, they outsource their protection from predators
their food finding, their health maintenance.
All that for just a small loss of freedom.
They can even afford to be more stupid
than their relatives trying to survive in the wild.
And that is why, at each new dawn, 
I prostrate myself and praise the Lord, 
the Gracious, the Merciful, saving us from extinction.    
Thanks to Him, I can afford to be a mindless idiot.

Sheeheep.wav by HerbertBoland -- https://freesound.org/s/75190/ -- License: Attribution 4.0

Sheep in a field on the top of a mountain in Bask Country by felix.blume -- https://freesound.org/s/138424/ -- License: Creative Commons 0

Morning Prayer (Based on Javier Valero Piano Piece)

Entre la peur et le courage que ferions nous si nous devions choisir un camp .
Between fear and courage, what would we do if we had to choose sides?

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Pour une vraie salope combien d'amoureuses
dont le crane rasé portait la croix gammée
sous les rires vengeurs d'une foule odieuse
d'un peuple libéré suant la lâcheté

Pour un patriote combien de collabos
ont fait sonner les cloches de la liberté
sombre chant d'amnésie ou douloureux échos
mais soufflé par un vent chargé de lourds secrets

pour une rébellion combien de soumissions
dans un pays rongé par les rats de l'histoire
ils ont crié leur haine à la libération
cela même dénonçaient les humbles de la gloire

Pour un juste oublié combien de faux héros
Justiciers de papiers bataillons d'aboyeurs
Fossoyeurs d'innocents vipères de bistrot
Résistant de la dernière heure

Moi qu'aurais je été en ces temps là
Qu'aurais je fait sauver mon âme ou ma peau
Lâche ou héros...

For a real slut how many lovers
whose shaven heads bore the swastika
under the vengeful laughter of an odious crowd
of a liberated people sweating cowardice

For one patriot, how many collabos
rang the bells of freedom
a dark song of amnesia with painful echoes
but blown by a wind laden with heavy secrets

for one rebellion, how many submissions
in a country eaten away by the rats of history
they shouted their hatred at liberation
that even denounced the humble of glory

For a just forgotten how many false heroes
Paper vigilantes Battalions of barkers
Grave-diggers of innocent bar vipers
Resistance fighters of the last hour

What would I have been in those days
What would I have done to save my soul or my skin
Coward or hero...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER  Février 2025

Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

LYRIC VIDEO :  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wlcw1ud7BXo
This is a song that came to me quite in Full on the evening of Christmas Day 2024 which was also the First Nite of Hanukkah 2024 at just around 11pm, Just like Magic. 
~ I do believe my beautiful late Mom may have had something to do with it ~ I've never had a song write itself practically in entirety so easily ~ Hope It Brings Hope ~~ & Yes ~ Magic !  
© 2025

The City of Magically

Thank you for listening!

Vocals: Clara Sorace
Photography: Unknown
soundcloud.com/emilio-gs/sets/cinematic-music-by-emilio-gs

No man´s land

“ Colpi Dritti “  by Luke 

During Medieval & Renaissance days the fencing word..
“Colpi Dritti”…means: “Vadi blows from the right side used to defend one self” as the warriors had to do…

Just a fun experimental piece …

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“Colpi Dritti”  by Luke

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)

Just a simple song for the lonely. Old fashioned human music for this modern age.

Lyrics:
I'm bringing you my honest confessional
I'm dying out here, don't you know?
I've been walking the internet at night
I don't know why I always fall for the tawdry
I always fall for the pills
I fall for your sweetest thrills
I'm dribbling down here at the end of the bar
Falling in
(falling in and out)
Falling in and out of love
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the corona eye
You know that I always lie

I could be anything you need
I could be that book that you've been working on...
A paperback. Dog eared and worn...
A book you put up on the shelf...
A book you read that changes your sense of self...
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the coronas' eye
The valley of the lonely...

The Valley Of The Lonely

We are pleased to present track 8, the final track, from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven

Waiting For Someone

Outcast

An intimate, emotional synthwave ballad about words left unspoken. The arrangement builds from soft analog pads and warm Moog bass into a soaring guitar solo drenched in reverb. It’s the sound of longing under starlit skies, with a strong retro 80s vibe. Keywords: synthwave, retrowave, nostalgic, romantic, night drive, cinematic, analog synths.



Letters I Never Sent

ARBOU-Numb [DARK NATURE CONCEPT]

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

musical sketchbook
DIY, low skill, low fidelity

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

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