instrumental: ambient/cinematic soundscape

velvet dream

Look out
The wolves surround you
Watch out
They prepare to pounce on you

Look out
Watch out
Sneak out
Now now

Move out
You need to make a headstart
Speak out
You'll never wonder later why not

Move out
Speak out
The wolves are ready
Where's your money now

Don't Mama's words ever ring loud and clear
The world ain't what it seems
You gotta choose what to believe
What to believe

Daggers out
Haloes down
Or the wolves will get you now

Say now
Are all those niceties what they are
Hey now
Are you the center of a jackpot

Say now
Hey now
Stay down
Watch out

Stand ground
You ought to listen to your mind now
Don't start
Ya need to pull your cards up to your chest now

Stand ground
Don't start
The wolves are ready
Where's your money now

Don't Mama's words ever ring loud and clear
The world ain't what it seems
You gotta choose what to believe
What to believe

Daggers out
Haloes down
Or the wolves will get you now

Don't Mama's words ever ring loud and clear
The world ain't what it seems
You gotta choose what to believe
What to believe

Daggers out
Haloes down
Or the wolves will get you now

Single (C)2022
Music - Russell Lucas and  Sreyashi Mukherjee
Vocals and Lyrics - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)
Arrangement and Production - Russell Lucas 
Mixing - Romano Erafficci

The Wolves

Dirty

Music and video composed and performed by me

Mixed and mastered by Fabio Ricchiardi https://www.instagram.com/fabioricchiardi/

Cover art si created by an AI named DALL-E

A Fast Ride In A Short Machine

Human Love ...is so Easy ❤️💛💚 but....private Love is many times so complicated ...

Love Me Now...

Love Me Now...(Lovers Rock)

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-femme
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/6wGjmqG0A9slZTq0O4WeXj?si=aC-TGSxeTTWUplGeHthlxQ
Translation above
Texte de Lucien Corma
Musique et voix de Myckaël Marcovic
Lyrics by Lucien Corma
Music and vocals by Myckaël Marcovic

La Femme 

Quand devant moi se balance 
La femme 
Avec un regard qui lance 
Des flammes 
Je voudrais être celui 
Qui attend toute la nuit 
Que surgisse devant lui 
La femme, la femme 
Mais déjà elle m'abandonne
La femme
Pour celui qui éperonne
Son âme
Et je reste dans mon coin
Pendant qu’elle s'envole au loin
Comm’ les oiseaux au matin
La femme, la femme
 
Et quand je la sens qui frôle 
La femme 
Du bout des doigts mon épaule 
La femme 
Envoûté par sa prunelle 
Je me sens pousser des ailes 
Et je galope vers elle 
La femme, la femme 
Mais elle freine mon élan 
La femme 
Quand mon cœur incandescent 
S'enflamme 
Et je reste au garde à vous 
Comme au premier rendez-vous 
Pour éviter son courroux 
La femme, la femme 

Elle a fait de moi son jouet
La femme 
M'obligeant à l'appeler 
Madame 
Quand je rampe vers son lit
Et qu'elle sonne l'hallali 
Ell’ veut que je la supplie 
L'infâme, l'infâme 
Ell’ m'a mis autour du cou 
La femme 
UN collier orné de clous 
Quel drame 
Je me traîne à ses genoux 
Pour ses caresses et ses coups 
Ell’ me cloue et me décloue 
La femme, la femme
 
Mais je sais qu'un jour viendra 
La femme 
Qui mettra dans de beaux draps 
Mon âme 
De Toulouse ou bien de Lille 
D'Italie ou du Brésil 
Débarquera sur mon île 
La femme, la femme 
Ell’ se pendra à mon cou 
La femme 
Offrant son cœur à mon coup 
De lame 
Alors par un beau matin 
Mon pas à côté du sien 
J'Irai tenant par la main 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Paroles de Lucien Corma, 03/2005

The Woman 

When before me sways 
the woman 
With a look that throws 
Flames 
I'd like to be the one 
Who waits all night 
For her to appear 
The woman, the woman 
But already she abandons me
the woman
For the one who spurs
Her soul
And I stay in my corner
While she flies away in the distance
Like birds in the morning
The woman, the woman
 
And when I feel her brush 
The woman 
With her fingertips on my shoulder 
the woman 
Bewitched by her eyes 
I feel myself grow wings 
And I gallop towards her 
The woman, the woman 
But she stops me 
the woman 
When my incandescent heart 
Goes up in flames 
And I stand at attention 
Like on a first date 
To avoid his wrath 
The woman, the woman 

She made me her plaything
the woman 
Forcing me to call her 
Madame 
When I crawl into bed
And she sounds the alarm 
She wants me to beg 
The infamous, the infamous 
She put around my neck 
the woman 
A studded necklace 
What a drama 
I crawl to her knees 
For her caresses and blows 
She nails me and unnails me 
The woman, the woman
 
But I know a day will come 
The woman 
Who'll get my soul 
My soul 
From Toulouse or Lille 
From Italy or Brazil 
Will land on my island 
The woman, the woman 
She'll hang around my neck 
The woman 
Offering her heart to my stroke 
Of my blade 
Then one fine morning 
My step beside hers 
I'll go holding hands 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Lyrics by Lucien Corma, 03/2005
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 28/09/2023

La Femme (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Morning Girl

May facilitate a Serene calming experience. Sending Love!!

Serenity - McFiddles

Seed 38

I've joined the Cats in Bowl team to make music for a pretty cool game called Nora Wisp!
Hope you enjoy it 😄

🎮 You can play the full game here: https://alfacinha.itch.io/the-misadventure-of-nora-wisp
🌟 And you can also leave a comment and rate our project here: https://itch.io/jam/spooktober-2025/rate/3919140

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https://soundcloud.com/mtshk
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The Peculiar Misadventures of Nora Wisp (Title screen theme song)

This track is based on Special Cecilia's a cappella "Eyes Of An Artist" which she has published on Soundcloud.
I love the different vibes within this work, the lyrics and how she sings them.

Credits:
@specialececilia - vocals and lyrics
@nobsmeyer - guitar, bass, keyboards, drum programming, mix and mastering

Eyes Of An Artist

Eyes Of An Artist feat. Special Cecilia

Any physical manifestation underlies the movement. The existence of music, a favorite field of my personal research, underlies the movement.  Starting from the assumption that art forms always interpenetrate, and even complement each other when they border and cross over into apparently remote areas, I have strongly dedicated myself to investigating the inextricable relationship between music and movement.  To do this, I create installations, videos and digital interactive works that reveal relationships between objects that belong to different systems. I try to make the invisible visible, as someone said.

A Fast Ride In A Short Machine

Antonello Tosto