Ladat's first cover ever. Taking well known Erik Satie's Gnossienne 1 and wrapped it in old fashion rock vibes. The result  is crossover of classical piano piece with classical rock mood.

Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (@a7-recording-studio, www.a7recordingstudio.com)
Produced by Blaž Pavšič

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In the Box

Rocking Gnossienne

THESE ARE THE DAYS
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I'm stranded here again, another Friday night
Turn up the music, black out the lights
Best kinda scene, I shouldn't have been
Bandits in charge of the silver machine and
One of our friends is along for the ride
Hangin' from the window, out of his mind
I don't want my luck to fall at my feet
Don't wanna feel a thing, just wanna hear you scream, yeah
These are
These are the days that follow you home
These are the days that kiss you on your broken nose
These are the days, I don't miss the feeling of being alone
These are the days, these are the days
We were breakin' the limit, then we broke down
Turned to the left to some no-name town
Everybody's got a dream, I like it best when I'm in it
Comin' 'round the corner, I'll be there in a minute
And I'm comin' up on somethin' sweet
I'm leavin' with the first person I meet
I'm holdin' out, I'm hangin' on
For that moment where it all goes wrong, yeah
These are
These are the days that follow you home
These are the days that kiss you on your broken nose
These are the days, I don't miss the feeling of being alone
These are the days, these are the days
And we can do anything we want for a while
They say
And tell you to behave with a smile
Don't turn
Don't turn and run away
Don't hide
'Cause we can do anything we want for a while
I think we're gonna be okay
Yeah, I think we're gonna be okay
These are
These are the days that follow you home
These are the days that kiss you on your broken nose
These are the days, I don't miss the feeling of being alone
These are the days, these are the days
These days
I think we're gonna be okay

These Are The Days

Fool and The Beggar

+Matter

Ashes In The Snow

Will You Love Me When I’m Dead

Will You Love Me When I’m Dead (Unplugged)

Never Is Too Late

In dusty fields and backwoods bars
Songs traveled far, under moonlit stars
No name, no claim, just hands and strings
Roots whispered low where the river sings

Passed down lines, a little twist
Every voice left a subtle mist

Then came the amps and the copper wire
Old blues wrapped in lil' electric fire
Six-string thunder, claims were staked
Roots wore new boots, but the ground still quaked

Was it theirs, or fleeting glances?
New riffs swinging on borrowed branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Now modern minds, they mix and match
Splicing tunes with a nervous scratch
One note close, and the gavel drops
Branches snap and the music stops

When did we fence off the songbird's flight?
Ain't every melody born of night?

And then came the AI, spinning the thread
Patterns woven from the songs long dead
Just a mirror of the paths we’ve walked
Echoes talking where echoes talked

Wires and circuits reveal new dances
The same old tune on brand-new branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Don’t stop the beat, don’t break the line
The rhythm flows through roots and time
From roots to branches, bold and free
Just how we like it-let it be

Roots And Branches

One Bullet Left

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Tell me straight, don’t twist the truth
Is it me, or just my youth?

You shine me back, a crooked grin
Lines of time upon my skin
Eyes still bright but filled with doubt
What’s this thing they call "burnout"?

Oh, mirror, mirror, talk to me
Are they right, or can’t they see?
Am I fraud or something real?
Tell me what I’m supposed to feel

Mirror sighs, says, "Here we go
Same old dance, same old show
A mind so sharp, yet full of fear
Why won’t you trust what’s written here?"

Mirror, mirror, tell me true
Who to trust and what to do?
Voices pull from left and right
One says "stay," one says "fight."

Mirror laughs, its surface clear
"You trust your doubt but not what’s near
Your hands have built, your mind is true
Why’s that so hard to trust in you?"

Oh, mirror, mirror, I hear you now
A little late, but tell me how?
To trust the voice, to own my name
To stand up tall inside the frame

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
I ain't perfect, but I stand tall
Not the fairest, not the best
But I am me-and that’s my test
Not the fairest, not the best
But I know me-that’s my rest

Mirror, Mirror

Great vocals and a competent arrangement makes this a nice love song!

Oh I love you

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Never Is Too Late

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