super sounds!  - very relaxing and calming - great musical work [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

very punchy production and the vibe is bitter sweet

Love the atmosphere, really great work! Keep it up!

Нет страха

Нет страха (No fear) (alternative)

"Tea with Debussy & Pärt in Casablanca" is a musical dream that bloomed during my vacation in Havana, Cuba. Inspired by classical masterpieces from Arvo Pärt and Claude Debussy, I envisioned an imaginary encounter with these esteemed composers in Casablanca, over Moroccan tea.

This piece is not an imitation of their styles but rather a heartfelt conversation between us. It embodies the essence of typical conversations in Morocco, where we all speak at the same time, meandering from topic to topic, and experiencing numerous changes of atmospheres, tempi, textures, and fragments of thematic material.

It begins with minimalist touches, a nod to Pärt's recent works, where the piano introduces serene arpeggios, intertwining with heartfelt viola melodies. As we delve into our tea time, I incorporate some of Debussy's harmonic vocabulary. 

Throughout our harmonious dialogue, the piece mirrors the dynamic nature of conversations in Morocco. We experience moments of collective excitement, where the music swells with vibrant textures and lively tempi, as if everyone is speaking at once. Themes and motifs emerge and intertwine, mirroring the meandering nature of our discussion as we navigate from one topic to another.

As our musical journey unfolds, our collaboration celebrates cultural fusion, weaving together Pärt, Debussy, and my artistic zest. Each voice contributes to the narrative, inviting moments of wonder and contemplation through our shared inspirations.

Tea with Debussy and Pärt in Casablanca for Clarinet in A and Piano Virtual Pre-Release Version

Save Me

Forever On High - Calling

Cloud Hoppin'

Tea & Pillows

Two Lovers

I am happy to present a further great collaboration with southafrican Singer Sonwriter Mike Hill.

Credits:
@mikehillravenscall: vocals and lyrics
@nobsmeyer: guitars, bass, drum production, mix and mastering.

In a world where we all live with broken dreams,
Through the storms we will walk, legs shackled in chains
With fiery eyes, Uncontrollable rage
Still defiance in faces. Our souls are still wild
With passionate cries, we fight for our places
We’ve seen all the signs, we’ve seen all the signs
Chorus
Oh, we’re floating through fire. Our hearts are on fire, we’re holding on
We carry on, nothing controls us.
We’re floating through fire. Our hearts are on fire, we’re holding on.
We’re holding on. We carry on. Nothing controls us
Floating through fire. Floating through fire. We carry on, floating through fire.
We carry on.
Bridge
Oooooh. Ooooh. Oooooh, OOOOH
We’ll be holding on with fire in our eyes.
We’ll be fighting on with fire in our hearts
We’ll be floating on, onto paradise
We’ll be holding on, onto paradise
We’ll Carry on
Chorus
Oh, we’re floating through fire. Our hearts are on fire, we’re holding on
We carry on, nothing controls us.
We’re floating through fire. Our hearts are on fire, we’re holding on.
We’re holding on. We carry on. Nothing controls us
Floating through fire. Floating through fire. We carry on, floating through fire.
We carry on.

Floating Through Fire

Oh, little darling, you're a spire.
Floating on wires, up high.
No getting tired.
Oh, you're still buzzing like a queen.
Like a soda stream. 
Like a losing team.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what an awful state, as my meaning takes.
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.

Oh, little darling, you're a liar.
A soul on fire.
Crossed somewhere below the pyre.
You hid your secrets in the mire.
A slight of hand removes the choir. 
From the outliers.

Oh, little darling, how's your lows? 
A trip below.
To seek what we all know.
A month at least until you fly.
Soaring up high.
Goodbye to all goodbye.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what a bloody state.
Aw! the message grates?
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ending the dream.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what an awful state, as my meaning takes.
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.

Mixed and Mastered by Mariosyjp, many thanks! here's his link for anyone wanting to check him out.

https://soundcloud.com/mariosyjp

Count To Three [Mariosyjp Mix]

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


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