Geralt races to the town only to find Renfri's band already tearing up the place. The time for talking is over and Geralt earns the moniker "Butcher of Blaviken" after being exiled by the alderman doing him one last favor by keeping the townspeople out of the way.

Butcher Of Blaviken

Mid tempo guitar rock instrumental of the song 'Hanging On Your Words', written by John Hardman & Derek Etherton.
John H - guitar, keys, arrangement and production.
(p) 2023 Swamp Records UK & (c) Swamp Music UK for all territories.

Hanging On Your Words instrumental - John Hardman

Esta composición me llevo el trabajo de tres meses, es una fusión envolvente de emoción y fuerza....La cancion te lleva a un paisaje sonoro cinematográfico y profundo, lleno de matices y texturas orquestales. A esta obra se suma la colaboración especial de Magoelnetcher Illapuwaira en guitarras, aportando un carácter único con su estilo expresivo y evocador. El resultado es una pieza que combina lo clásico con lo contemporáneo, lo etéreo con lo terrenal, llevando al oyente a un viaje sonoro inolvidable.

Symphony of Shadows

A SHORT PIECE FOR À CAPPÈLLA
Music by Overdrive
All voices performed by Mick Jimenez

This is my small contribution to the à cappèlla music genre. There is no AI here; everything was composed from scratch and in the old-fashioned way. The baroque fugue lessons taught by late Sister Xavier, a cheerful nun who was my piano teacher when I was nine, were especially useful here. 

All vocals were performed and recorded by the talented Argentine musician Mick Jimenez Barr, a baritone singer who also helped choose the best phonemes for this little piece.

In addition to being an exceptional singer, Mick is a bassist, guitarist, keyboardist, and fan of bands such as Queen, The Cars, and The Beatles. Check out Mick's pages on Soundcloud and Fiverr and listen to his unbelievable vocal performances:
https://soundcloud.com/mickyjbarr
https://www.fiverr.com/mickybarr

Hope you enjoy the song.

A Short Piece For À Cappèlla

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa-ac
Para escuchar la versión instrumental original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/recuerdos-de-africa
Para escuchar el boceto original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/boceto-cine-4

RECUERDOS DE ÁFRICA

Pies descalzos en la arena 
que arde como el fuego;
un tambor calmado suena
e invita al sosiego;
en el cielo brilla el sol
y su luz tiene especial resplandor.

Niños ríen en su juego
con mirada sabia;
un anciano grita el ruego
con dolor y rabia;
poco a poco entendí
la vida allí.

Estribillo

África, sueño que no se olvida
África, llena de luz y de vida
al sentir tu latir ya resuena tu voz.

África, madre que ve con tristeza
África, cómo esquilman su riqueza
y se van sin dejar más que desolación. 

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Aunque hoy estoy ausente
no me fui del todo
en mi piel está presente
tu dorado polvo
un susurro que jamás
se va a borrar.

Estribillo

MEMORIES OF AFRICA

Bare feet on the sand
that burns like fire;
a calm drum beats
and invites calm;
the sun shines in the sky
and its light has a special brilliance.

Children laugh in their game
with wise eyes;
an old man cries out his prayer
with pain and rage;
little by little I understood
life there.

Chorus

Africa, a dream that is not forgotten
Africa, full of light and life
when I feel your heartbeat, your voice already resonates.

Africa, a mother who watches with sadness
Africa, how they plunder her wealth
and leave, leaving nothing but desolation.

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Although I am absent today,
I am not completely gone
on my skin is present
your golden dust
a whisper that will never
be erased.

Chorus

Recuerdos de África

Started this track with a vox sample I chopped. To which I built the rest of the track around. I hope you enjoy as much as I made making it... 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

Take it all away

Yet another tune inspired by a page from the book "Bareback. A Tomato Project."

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Runaway Prayer

[Verse]
Before words we listened deep
To the hum of roots where secrets sleep
An ancient breath
A whisper bold
Stirring winds through veins of gold

[Chorus]
No laws no chains
Just earth's refrain
A pulse that sang through stone and rain
Silent memory
It held us near
A silent voice yet crystal clear

[Verse 2]
The trees would bow to skies untamed
The stones would hum
No need for names
Winds would dance through shadowed streams
Their song alive in waking dreams

[Bridge]
Before the noise
Before the haste
We lived in rhythm
None to waste
Breath of the earth
It called
It stayed
A symphony of what we made

[Chorus]
No laws no chains
Just earth's refrain
A pulse that sang through stone and rain
Silent memory
It held us near
A silent voice yet crystal clear

[Verse 3]
Before words
Before we spoke
The world itself in silence woke
An ancient breath
Forever flows
Through trees
Through stones
Where memory grows

[Verse]
Before words whispered in the dark
Before rules carved their heavy mark
The earth exhaled a silent tune
Underneath the blood-red moon

[Chorus]
Ancient breath
It stirs the trees
Carries secrets on the breeze
No laws
No lines
Just memory
A song of stone and wild seas

[Verse 2]
The winds would hum
The stones would cry
A language lost
Yet it won't die
Roots would twist to hold the sound
Echoes buried deep in ground

[Bridge]
It lives in the cracks
In the hollow's sigh
In the rustling leaves
Where shadows lie
No written word
No human claim
Just the rhythm of earth's untamed flame

[Chorus]
No laws no chains
Just earth's refrain
A pulse that sang through stone and rain
Silent memory
It held us near
A silent voice yet crystal clear

[Verse 3]
Before words
There was only this
A trembling world
A breath
A kiss
And in the stillness
It remains
The ancient voice that has no chains


Ancient Breath

Christmas On My Own

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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