Name: Whispered Tales by APi_ZZ
Duration: 6 min 54 s
Description: Going for something mystic, eventually slightly otherwordly, sounding drone track with a bit of celtic untertones. Helped by udio.

I really like your approach to your tracks. Nice use of the spoken vocal line.

et une voix qui se prêtent merveilleusement au texte. ♥️

I started writing and the song just kept getting happier.  I figured that had to be a good thing, so I kept on going.  

Here are the lyrics:

You walked into the room
Joined an aimless conversation
I liked what you had to say
And found myself glancing your way
Then suddenly out of nowhere
It caught me unaware
Didnt know where it came from
I couldn’t say a word it kinda struck me dumb

It was a feeling
Came bubbling up
Just bubbling up
From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
To discover
That I had tears in my eyes

We walked a path together for a while
I was happy to have you by my side
And every now and then I’d see you anew
And get overwhelmed by the sight of you
I never really quite expected
It would sneak up on me, I never suspected
It always left me feeling kinda shy
But I never hid the tear in my eye

I used to the kind of man who proudly never cried
Whatever feelings I might have had I kept them the deep inside
I hardly knew I had an inner life until you handed me a key
Now it feels like I've been introduced to missing parts of me


It ended quite a while ago
I’m Ok with that and I hope you know
That every memory that I have of you
Is a happy one and yes it’s still true
That sometimes when I recall your face
Or remember some special time and place
A feeling comes from out of nowhere
Feelings bout the life that we once shared

It was a feeling
Came bubbling up
Still bubbling up
 From the inside
A feeling
Quite a surprise
When I discover
That I have tears in my eyes

Bubbling Up

Out In The Street - Combstead & Robert Grigg

Summer Dreams (Muri-Muri)

Dedicated to @jupow103 for his very cool folk songs and his constant support.
Wrote this around the ‘leaf laden hill’/‘darkened days’ time. So, it’s not complex but I did add some slash chords to it. Tried different modes for the strings and different cadences but the basics worked well. The melody for ‘overboard’ ascends for female vocals and descends for male vocals. The strings have the 3rd degree superimposed for the last chorus which I thought gave it a stately feel. Other than that, the strings rise when I sing' rise' and fall when I sing 'fall'. 

Lyrics: It’s mostly about a couple salvaging their relationship. There is absolutely no need to churn out all these lines when you’re doing it in real life. It is called 'Southern Catharsis' cos' it is cathartic to sing and 'Southern' cos' I like the southern drawl. 

                        1,2,3,4
                And I. Want more from this life
Than the tears you’ve shed and the blood you’ve bled on the mattress.(Could be interpreted as a woman losing her virginity but it’s not. It just rhymed.)
And you. Don’t mind what I like. (About a girl that likes what he likes)
 it’s lonely out here in the corners of your mind (needed to rhythm)
I took a ride
Down that old slide
A
You won’t give in (salvaging the relationship)
To dull what’s within

Chorus 1
Too long. With eyes wide open. Oh I breathe. Some foreign air
It makes the ground shake.(Hemingway reference) Causes hearts to palpitate. It rises up stronger than the storm. (Gladiator reference)
And if I told you I was overboard. I want you (Beatles reference). And no one else.


Trust. Falling like waves. Gathering dust.in hardened state.
Love. It’s never too much. Never too strong. Written on your face. 
16 candles in the wind (John Hughes reference. Fave film of his is Breakfast Club)
Locked in. Pouring from my skin. (It just rhymed)
And I know
You won’t give in

Southern Catharsis

Sorry Siri

Translation above
sur un texte d'Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847

Il n’y a rien à voir

Sur la jetée de mon papier grimoire
Des rimes jetées
Qui s’arriment à la brume
Mon brouillard en errance
Posé sur un papelard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier miroir
Des embruns jetés
Mes pensées que j’écume
Mon brouillard en partance
Sur mon papier bavard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Sur un papier ivoire

Sur la jetée de mon papier mémoire
Souvenirs lancés
Mes vieilles balançoires
Les brouillons de l’enfance
Sur mon papier buvard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier du soir
Encre blanch’ jetée
Comme une pleine lune
Qui s’élance en plein jour
Sur un papier blafard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche 
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Ma plume a peur du noir

Paroles : Isabelle Le Gouic
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 juin 2024

There's nothing to see

On the pier of my grimoire paper
Discarded rhymes
That dock with the mist
My wandering fog
On a piece of paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my mirror paper
Spray thrown
My thoughts that I foam
My departing fog
On my chattering paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart
There is nothing to see
I write in white ink
On ivory paper

On the pier of my memory paper
Thrown memories
My old swings
Childhood drafts
On my blotting paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my evening paper
Bleached ink thrown away
Like a full moon
That rises in broad daylight
On a pale paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart 
There's nothing to see
I write in white ink
My pen is afraid of the dark

Lyrics: Isabelle Le Gouic
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 14, 2024

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Dix huit cent et plus, en Irlande du nord, une dynastie aux gants de fer, et Emmie amoureuse d'un garçon issu d'un milieu modeste...
Les différences déjà menacées à cette époque, mais que dire d'aujourd'hui?
Paroles:
Août 1814 dans une contrée du nord.
Au coeur des landes immenses qui étirent le décor,
On donnait au manoir une fête somptueuse,
Pour les vingt ans d'Emmie, belle et amoureuse.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
Août 1814 dans les journaux du soir.
Quatre lignes discrètes ont relaté l'histoire.
Car le manoir respire des dynasties de cire.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
choeurs:
Loin des rires du manoir,
Soufflent les vents de ton histoire.
Loin des ombres du manoir,
Court un nom dans ta mémoire.
Le souvenir d'Emmie dans la lande s'étire...

Eighteen hundred and counting, in Northern Ireland, a dynasty with iron gloves, and Emmie in love with a boy from a modest background....
Differences already threatened at that time, but what about today?
Words:
August 1814 in a northern country.
In the heart of the immense moors which stretch out the scenery,
A sumptuous party was given at the manor,
For Emmie's twenty years, beautiful and in love.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
August 1814 in the evening newspapers.
Four discreet lines told the story.
Because the manor breathes wax dynasties.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
backing vocals:
Far from the laughter of the mansion,
The winds of your story blow.
Patches of shadows of the mansion,
Run a name into your memory.
The memory of Emmie on the moor stretches...

Emmie

Going for something mystic, eventually slightly otherwordly, sounding drone track with a bit of celtic untertones. Helped by udio.

Whispered Tales

another short track recorded in june of 2024 with a BcRich Mockinbird guitar, a cord bass and a Marshall Mg100HDFX head.

it is hard to put 
on a brave face,
when inside you want to 
break down and cry

don´t break down don´t  cry
don´t break down don´t cry

you better learn whom not to
fall in love with

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/better-learn-whom-not-to-fall-in-love-with

Dreams from Elmstreet 11

better learn whom not to fall in love with

Praise Him

DUNGEON

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last decade 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.

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

Whispered Tales

APi_ZZ

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