Name: A Thousand Knives - Thrill by A Thousand Knives
Duration: 3 min 56 s
Description: Another little teaser of what is coming in 2024 - preview.

Great drive here, cool drums and melody hooks

Nice one. Feels like a cool breeze. Nice job in the mix

Started with a great rock energy and then become quite dreamy?

Smile ("Over" version)

Smile

This is a slinky little blues built around the title hook ‘Burnt Matches, Old Flames’. A cautionary tale about rekindling old love leaving you more lonely than before. Acoustic guitars, brushed drums and a whispered chorus.

Lyrics can be licensed - let me know if you are interested. Full lyrics below:

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
They’re two things I can’t explain
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames 

You play with matches  
You're gonna get burnt 
You fool with old flames  
You're gonna get hurt
But you know, they’re just the same  
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
 
Some people put their matches  
Back into the box  
Some chase their old flames  
Like they’re hunting a fox 
But to me, they’re just the same 
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Don’t play with matches  
You’re sure to start a fire  
You’re bound to get burnt 
 Re-igniting past desires
But you know, they’re just the same  
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Now I beg please hear me  
And heed this tale of woe 
It happened on a lonely night  
When my heart was hanging low

I know the path to trouble 
It’s a well worn track 
I knew right where it lead  
And I should’ve double back

But I followed my footsteps  
I followed my footsteps 
 I followed my footsteps 
I followed my footsteps
I followed my footsteps 
I followed my footsteps   
And guess right where they led?

I found my way to her front door 
I’ve never craved anything this much before 
It was warm in her arms 
It was hot through the night  
But I’ve never been more lonely in my life

Some fires burn slowly 
Some are hard to put out 
Some will consume you  
But do not have a doubt
Wo-oh-yeah

Some fires burn slowly 
Some are hard to put out 
Some will consume you  
But do not have a doubt 
Once it’s been struck 
There’s no use in laying blame 
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames

Burnt Matches, Old Flames

Another little teaser of what is coming in 2024 - preview.

A Thousand Knives - Thrill

All The Things

Not all things fade by nature. Some are made to disappear.

Evanescent Frequency mirrors a world where decay is no longer organic but imposed, where lifespans—of objects, ideas, and even sound—are carefully engineered to be short-lived. In nature, resonance lingers, and silence comes gradually. But in an age of programmed obsolescence, disappearance is manufactured, ensuring that what was once essential is discarded before its time.

The music unfolds in this same manufactured cycle. It begins with fragments—small pulses of energy, scattered textures that gradually coalesce, gaining complexity and momentum. Harmonies expand, orchestration thickens, and layers accumulate, reflecting the illusion of permanence and progress.

At its peak, the structure begins to dissolve. But this is not destruction—it is an unraveling, an enforced stillness that overtakes what was once vibrant. The density of sound fades into weightlessness, harmonies drift apart, and resonance becomes ghostly, as if the music itself is slipping away into the unreachable. The frequencies do not end abruptly but instead dissolve into an ethereal quiet, mirroring the way things vanish from use yet never fully disappear.

Evanescent Frequency is a meditation on impermanence, on the forces that decide what is allowed to endure and what is designed to be forgotten. It asks us to listen—to what fades, to what remains, and to the silence left behind.

Evanescent Frequency for Orchestra (BBC Symphony Orchestra Virtual Library_Pre-Release)

Did you ever?

lucky to be 

talking about the cold cold wet winter    		
La Nina is promising to bring us this year   		
You say you don’t like wasting time on such small talk 	
But the weather keeps changing in such big big ways   	
And can you deny the size of those waves  		
Can not deny the size of these waves			

We’re shopping at Big Lots store closing sale
We’re looking for bargains on bargains on bargains
Its so much better than the zoo at the wallyworld
You won’t ever find me there on black Friday
But can you deny the size of those savings
You can not deny the size of those savings

We walked to MacDuff’s for a couple of beers 
We sat in the back while the band set up their gear
We snuck out the side door when they started to play
strolled home hand in hand under the moon in the sky
and can you deny the size of that satellite
I can not deny the size of that satellite
you can not deny
aren’t we 
Aren’t we so lucky to be 

I’m holding you tight under the covers
Here in my arms where you’re cozy and warm
And it doesn’t matter if it’s stormy outside
Here in my arms you can weather the storm
And can you deny the size of my love for you
Can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny the size of my love for you

Talking about the cold cold wet weather
La Nina is promising to bring us thing year 
You say you don’t mind the cold dark wet days
As long as together we can weather the storm
And can you deny the size of my love for you
Can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny
Aren’t we 
aren’t we so lucky to be
Yes we’re so lucky to be

Lucky to Be

Esta es la banda sonora de "La fuga del Potro"

"La Fuga del Poto" es una guion que nunca se escribio...

Trailer: https://youtu.be/gzMfhIJZ7yo

Banda sonora La fuga del Potro

Banda sonora la fuga del potro

Remix attempt #1, trying to bring the vocals more up front plus doubled the lead guitar in a couple of spots.
Check it out, c what u think, better, or not!?!?

Pleased to Meet U (remixed)

“Theater of War” is a scream from the inside: a raw, distorted anthem about internal chaos, emotional exhaustion, and the quiet violence of modern life.

It’s about the pressure to shut up, smile, and fall in line. The kind of burnout that doesn’t come from working hard but from pretending you’re fine when you’re not. We wrote it for the people who are still thinking, still feeling, still resisting in a world that rewards obedience over authenticity.

Theater of War

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/02PDO44GYjPQo0V8dFOeKk?si=j_qSmI1AROKGo4xk9aMtlQ

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

The electrifying new band that is resurrecting the raw energy of the ‘90s and ‘00s rock. With a fusion of melodic riffs, captivating lyrics, and a raw, unapologetic energy “A Thousand Knives” promises to be a compelling force in today's rock scene.

Whether you're a die-hard fan of the grunge movement or a lover of the larger-than-life rock anthems, “A Thousand Knives” has something special in store for you.

With a lineup of passionate musicians who share an unyielding love for the good melody and hard-hitting rhythms. So buckle up and join the journey as “A Thousand Knives” takes the stage and sets your speakers ablaze!

A Thousand Knives - Thrill

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