Hey man, I just listened to this a high volume and was captivated. Wonderfully beautiful tones under what sounds like flowing water. Excellent work here, man!

Wonderful field recording‼️ I feel the power of the nature‼️

Cool concept. Magnificent feel to these moments !!

Very relaxing sound of the Blue Water. Thank you.

Wind (NARUTO Ending 1) Akeboshi - Piano Cover 

Akeboshi’s "Wind" is definitely the song that has stuck with me and my family the most this summer. I challenged the light five-beat rhythmic adventure on piano. I performed it with all my heart, thinking of my beloved family all over the world. I hope you will enjoy it!

Wind (NARUTO Ending 1) - Akeboshi - Piano Cover -

This collab with my Dear HyLGZ22 - Let him tread only on floors covered with rose petals - is a surrealistic tribal experimenttion on percussions and horns.

Musique : HyLGZ22 & Damga. Texte : Damga & HyLGZ22

"Lactescence lunaire sous les vibrations d'une onde mystique et ténébreuse. Tu t'agrippes à mes chevilles et te dissous en secret dans l'océan de mes pensées chastes et merveilleuses. Cela serait parfait sans les pétales tombés des fleurs pourpres et les herbes couchées sous nos corps qui roulent. Sans les salamandres de nos instincts crépusculaires et émaciés. Sans la circonférence intense de ton sexe démultiplié dans les angles circonflexes de mes possessions démoniaques.

Tu bandes donc tu es ! Je mouille donc j'essuie.

Je danse nue sur le bord de la falaise, sous les lunules concupiscentes de nos espérances polymérisées. Et le chaos des vagues emporte mon cœur béant dans le ressac de tes désirs, dans la polymorphie de nos accouplements, dans la sombre splendeur de ta servitude gynarchique.
Ta langue têtue s’obstine à ma confluence, dans les langueur gluantes de mon plaisir fractal. Ton membre furieux lutte dans la cage d’acier poli qui le contient et le dompte. Moi seule aie la clé de ton assouvissement, mais jalousement je la garde contre ma peau comme un talisman lémurien.

Je plonge de la falaise, dans l’océan primordial de tes créations fantasmatiques. Les tentacules insidieux des poulpes, les algues lutineuses aux ondoiements serpentins, les pinces nacrées des squilles dépècent mes certitudes et coagulent mes perplexités. Ruisselantes et majestueuse, j’émerge des flots pour m’élever à nouveau au firmament des églogues rutilantes. Et, rêveuse et insouciante, je m’allonge à tes côtés, parfumant ta couche d’hésitations et de cyprine.

Comme les foules en sueur devant l’abbatiale, je contemple avec délectation le statuaire grotesque de nos amours indomptées. Les gargouilles s’accouplent voluptueusement avec les stryges, dans une orgie pourprée et foisonnante. Tu bénis mes solerets de platine et ordonne les ardillons dépenaillés de mes spalières. Et ta fougue marmoréenne inonde mes courbures émouvantes de ses jaillissements nacrés. Et nous nous envolons sur les ailes duveteuses de nos longs spasmes époustouflants et synchrones.
Les longues rémiges lunaires s’ébrouent de nos émerveillements vertigineux. Le paysage laiteux nous englobe de sa chaude humidité non-euclidienne. Et les pigments des ailes pulvérulentes des papillons adhèrent à nos épidermes en sueur.

Par-delà les champignons blancs et pelucheux des nuages, nous courons vers les galaxies éperdues de beauté irréelles, vers la blessure sanglante de l’aube, dans le velours uni de la nuit."

Cantique Surréaliste Et Pulvérulent

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

I just can't sleep. Sleep thief, why are you picking on me?

Lyrics:
I've tried sleeping pills
And chamomile tea
The woman on the screen 
She's whispering at me
Sometimes, she would crinkle a bag
And make a sound all soft to my ear
Reminds me of like, being back in the womb
Sleep thief
Why have you done me wrong?

Sleep thief
Why are you picking on me?
No sleep. It's affecting my concentration
My conversations
I go off onto a tangent
Those hamsters in my head
They're running on the wheel
Like they're abandoned
Sleep thief

I've been cherry-picking slogans from Chairman Mao
I've been slinking around
The electric underground
I keep my demeanor flat
I keep my emotional needs at bay
I've been holding in 
Emotions too deep
For too long
Sleep thief

The lack of sleep it leaves me on the edge
I'm full of kykeon
And a spiritual  blockage
My escalation of terror
Can Hunter S Thompson still be my pallbearer?
(No! Because he's dead)
Sleep thief
Why are you picking on me?

Sleep Thief

Yet another cover of a song I love by Kovacs. I really enjoyed this one! 🖤

★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Hey babe, you like to lay it on me
You like to lay it all, all on me
Hey babe, you like to put it on me
You like to put it all, all on me

And when the lady's hurt
Upset the bird
Making a full step first
She leaves the herd

Hey babe, you like to blame it on me
You like to blame it all, all on me
But hey, wait, you like to film it tasty
You like to tape it all, an' waste me

And when the lady's burned
She'll drop the curse
Going to shoe shop first
And then she'll make it worse

Guess your time has come
Around at sundown
Know the perfect alley
Back in slum town, howl

And when the lady's hurt
She'll drop the curse
Going to shoe shop first
Then make it worse

And when the lady's hurt
Black and blurred
She'll make your skin pop first
And bite the curb

I'll die by your side
Die by your side
Tonight

When the Lady’s Hurt - Kovacs Vocal Cover

Music and Text by Vincent Eoppolo featuring a reading by Ilaria Boffa in Italian.

TRANSLATION TO ENGLISH
The sky is full of dark clouds and the wind is cold today. Mother Nature reminds us to prepare for colder weather. We are all facing the inevitability of change. The winds are ringing the garden bells like a cacophony and leaves are flying everywhere. It will probably start raining soon. A Transformation.

AUTUNNO featuring Ilaria Boffa

cascade sounds
along a mountain path -
the blistering heat

Kubota Shunko
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku558-cascade-sounds/

Cascade sounds: The Plava Voda (Blue Water) in Travnik, Bosnia, recorded in July 2024.

Free download

Naviar Haiku 558

Plava Voda [NaviarHaiku558]

Cast of Characters:

Roy Roy – @user-967672349 – Roy – foundational guitar, composition, and arrangement
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, synth sax, synth strings, synth brass, production, and mix
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– whah guitar, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass

This song began as a well developed, funky disco idea Roy came up with on his guitar, and shared with JJ. JJ added a wonderfully complex orchestration of various keys, including brass, strings, and the sax solo you hear towards the end. 
  JJ invited Stephen Stephen first, who came up with the funky ass wah guitar that also carries the groove. Of course, JJ realized that this is a disco song, so he enlisted Ken to come up with one of his awesome beats to carry it along. JJ had a rudimentary bass line that he played himself, but decided to get me to do the honors instead. So, I came up with a totally new bass line designed to shake your cheeks.
Once it was in the can, we decided to ask have JJ mix it for us. This is a first time JJ has mixed a song for The Eclectic Collective, and we were all impressed with his work. Stephen mastered it, as he is a master masterer. 
  We're all really impressed and delighted with the experience of working with Roy and his music. He is a very talented artist with a lot of great music to check out on his page, too.
  We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it, and that it makes you shake your hips while you're doing the dishes, too!

Shag Carpet (The Eclectic Collective with Roy Roy)

Dreaming Of The Past by Boddenberg & Jeamland

Colloidal Foam

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music
The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries
Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies  
Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies 
We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies 
Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh
Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa
Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no
Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea
He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel
He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real
He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal
Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips
Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps 
A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design
A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine 
Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught 
The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle  
Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day
Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays 
Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew
Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times
Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite 
Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek 
And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak 
And a little bit starts to drip and leak  
That’s TMI
He got funk like pumpkins got pie 
Funk like bumpkins get by
Funk like stuck in deny
All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high
Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk 
It be 
Booming
Out the 
Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine
A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine
Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined 
I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face 
You turned up the bass
That’s right, you could hear it all over the place 
Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz
Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse
Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass
We be keep it funky now common shake that azz
Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe
Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose 
Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows 
We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show
Will it still be funky if we, what
Spayed it with some poo-pourri,  hell yea
Will it still be funky if we, what
Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such 

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go
Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?
Oh yea
Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours
How’s that sound?
Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby
Let’s turn the clock back to ’65
That’s where I like to hide out
It’s the place I really thrive
Well look out
Take your time now
This funk moves like a big fat cow
Yea, the Couch King baby
I tried to run but I could not hide
I tried to run 
But I could not find a place to hide

Funk'n Blisters

Jon Lock, Russ Sinfield, and the Couch King -Funk'n Blisters

"This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." 
Jack Kerouac

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