Needless (2008) – Dealing with self-pity and doubts
Driven by an electric piano, Needless is an indie pop ballad that explores a silent heartbreak. Self-doubt can destroy the best relationship, especially when you feel inferior to your partner. Dreamy synthesizers meet picked acoustic guitars, an anthem for anyone who ever felt too small to be loved and chose to disappear.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, lyrics, piano, synthesizer, production
Robot Recordings: vocals, guitars

You can find this song on all streaming portals and Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-needless
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/needless

This song is part of my b-side album "Electro Static"
https://too.fm/ndm-electro-static
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/electro-static

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com

Needless

Needless (feat. Robot Recordings)

Get that Dough Remix

Pull Me By a String (very demo 1)

Para escuchar la versión con MV https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/b23848eb-fa1b-436d-8205-eae79673576b
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira

Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira AC

Ethereal, mystical, folk-inspired prog rock ... at least trying it.

Deep Roots

🌙 "Sleepless" is an ode to restless nights — a journey through shadow and light.
I love the night, because in darkness no one sees me.
In that hidden silence, emotions surface, secret thoughts unfold, and music becomes the light of the invisible.

SLEEPLESS

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Inspired by someone we know really well who once dreamed of being rich and famous all around the world as a porn star 😏. Don’t worry, we’re not naming names… but this track is a nod to that wild dream (if you like this track, especially the guitar, you might find it really interesting to check out this sort of behind-the-scenes track https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/do-what-a-mess-you-like-instrumental and read the gear we used in the description 😉).
Do What You Like kicks off and closes with a couple of very convincing moans from Mary (well, maybe actually 3!) 😅, channeling her inner pornstar. And finally, she's back in the spotlight with her electric guitars! She went full pedalboard mad, filling a 40 sqm (430 sq ft) living room with pedals, EQs, and effects until it basically turned into a no-move zone! You literally couldn’t step without tripping over something.😆
This isn’t a moral lecture on porn, just a little warning: chasing something can come back to bite you later, especially if your goals change. So yeah… think twice, live loud, but keep an eye on the future.
Energetic, upbeat, punchy alt-rock with groovy bass, tight drums, fiery guitar riffs, and scorching guitar solos, with a vibe that’s equal parts garage and fun chaos (…at least we think so, we’re not really good at pinning down genres!).
Have fun listening, and we’ll catch you in the comments if you feel like it!
Thanks everyone!
And… as we often say (not just a saying)… love you all! 💖

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on September 19, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

A porn star
a wannabe porn star
a porn star
so rich and famous
all around the world

Do what you like
do what you love
but don’t waste your life
if you’re feeling unsure

Be sure to think twice
about everything you do
that kind of stuff
you just can’t undo

Just set your life free
and do the things you like
but please make sure
it’s not just a spike

Make up your mind
do it for your life
for the future day
when you have a child

Living
like you
might not be
their ideal
They could, they could
be someone
meant to replace
your embrace
dear

Do what you like
do what you love
but don’t waste your life
if you’re feeling unsure

Be sure to think twice
about everything you do
that kind of stuff
you just can’t undo

Check your point of view
the sky isn’t always blue
for everything you do
there will come a storm or two

You are no longer a child
and now your life is wild
it looks like a mess
got something to confess?

Living
like you
might not be
their ideal
They could
be someone
meant to replace
your embrace
dear

Do What You Like

A quiet moment for those who need calm. Nocturne for One drifts between wakefulness and sleep — a gentle piano piece written for the still hours of the night. Each note fades into silence, inviting peace, reflection, and rest.

Nocturne for one

Walk in My Life

This song was written by: 
J J Samuel
The production, music and vocals were created by: 
J J Samuel

#Acousticballad #4amconfessions #Realshit #Dontforgetwhoyouare

“Switch Off”
A 4 a.m. confession I didn’t mean to write.
Headphones on while the house sleeps, chasing the next drop instead of holding the people who still see me.
This one hurts because it’s true.
100 % written by me. The glossy version is fun, but the truth is in the words.
don’t forget who you are.
(turn it up, then maybe… switch it off for a bit).

SWITCH OFF

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

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