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Track name: Between
Music by Michael Herter
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Between – baroque orchestral classical musical composition.

Music speaks of Paradise and Hell, remembering Dante's "The Divine Comedy", where the inscription on the door to Hell says: "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here".

Inspired by "Confutatis Maledictis" from Mozart's Requiem Mass.

d-moll; 4/4; 120 bpm

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Between

'The Darkest Midnight in December' is an Irish traditional folk carol for Christmas night, after Fr William Devereux, 1728. It is from Fr Devereux's collection of Kilmore Christmas carols, called 'A New Garland'. These Christmas Carols are much more like folk songs.
I used to consider this beautiful Carol, as MY Christmas Carol. I have sung it as a solo during several Christmas concerts when I sang with the choir, 'Tonalis Company of Singers' and the choir 'Choros'. I have also sung it in folk clubs etc.
There are actually quite a few verses, but here I only sing verse 1, first solo acapella and then as a duet with myself with a movable drone and third time as a canon with drones.
This Christmas carol can be found in many Carol books with all the many ornaments actually written into the sheet music, true to the sean noes style from the West of Ireland.

The Kilmore Carols are found only in Wexford, and date back more than 300 years. In 1684 Luke Waddinge, the Roman Catholic Bishop of Ferns, published A Smale Garland of Pious and Godly Songs. The cover inscription continues: "Composed by a devout Man/ For the Solace of his Friends and/ neighbours in their afflictions." The book contained 11 Christmas songs, two of which are still sung in Kilmore today. The texts were new, while the melodies were drawn from various traditional sources.
Waddinge died shortly after his book appeared, but interest in the subject was revived by a Father William Devereux, parish priest of Drinagh, Wexford from 1730-1771 (the current Devereuxes in Kilmore are almost certainly related to this priest). Devereux published A New Garland Containing Songs for Christmas. This included some of his own carols along with a few from Waddinge's collection.

Father R. Ranson, who published an edition of the Devereux book in 1949, claims that "the carols were first sung in a little chapel at Killiane, and tradition seems to indicate that the choir consisted of six men." The chapel in question was "no more than a mud hut".

The carols proved very popular, and manuscript copies quickly spread to neighbouring parishes, including Kilmore. Diarmaid O Muirithe, who has assembled and edited a collection of all the Wexford Carols (The Wexford Carols, Dolmen Press, 1982) observes: "They were sung in most of the churches of south Wexford in the 18th century, and even well into the 19th century. I think it's a great pity that they're now no longer sung outside Kilmore." O Muirithe considers that the church hierarchy in Wexford is to some extent responsible for the carols' decline. "For centuries they had been regarded by the church with a kind of benign tolerance, no more than that."

One priest in Kilmore Quay in the 19th century decided to get rid of the carols altogether and replace them with Victorian hymnody. "But the people in Kilmore decided they wouldn't be banished. The priest was banished instead, because nobody came into the church the next year. The bishop had to transfer him."

The Darkest Midnight in December

The Darkest Midnight in December | Irish Traditional Folk Carol | Marianne Lihannah

From our upcoming album, Megalopolis, due some time in 2024

The Endless Train

Musique / Music : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Je clenche la poignée 
Et pousse la porte
Une odeur forte
Vient m'empoigner

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

À peine entré
Je me fais enguirlander :
"Mais qu'est-ce que t'as glandé ?
Tu devais ramener l'entrée !"

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

"Repas de Noël gâché 
Par ta faute... tu m'fous en boule !
Je voudrais - faut qu'j'me défoule -
Tout menu te hacher !"

Pour toi j'suis pas un cadeau
Pour te réjouir faut s'lever tôt !
Que vas-tu faire avec ce couteau ?
Préparer les tourne-dos ?

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

Un sombre Noël se profile

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

Un sombre Noël

Un sombre Noël :
ça sent le sapin !

Dark Christmas

Dark Christmas [Ootol & Lukowig]

I've been staring at the clock, watching seconds drip away
You promised something big, but it's looking like delay
All these empty meetings, words circling like dust
I'm tired of the talk, where's the action, where's the trust?

You keep me hanging on the line
But is it progress or decline?
I gotta know, don't blur the line

Are you wasting my time?
Are we stuck on rewind?
Your empty words don't mean a thing
If you can't back what you bring
Are you wasting my time?
I've got mountains to climb
Stop holding me down, crossing the line
Are you wasting my time?

I'm here pulling double shifts, while you're stuck in first gear
Talking up big plans that I'll never see appear
I'm not your safety net, I'm not a stepping stone
If you can't keep pace, I'll move on alone

You keep me hanging on the line
But is it progress or decline?
I need to know, don't twist the signs

Are you wasting my time?
Are we stuck on rewind?
Your empty words don't mean a thing
If you can't back what you bring
Are you wasting my time?
I've got mountains to climb
Stop holding me down, crossing the line
Are you wasting my time?

Time is a currency I don't waste lightly
If you're standing still, you're falling behind me
I've got miles to run, I've got dreams to chase
I won't let you steal the hours I can't replace!

Are you wasting my time?
Are we stuck on rewind?
Your empty words don't mean a thing
If you can't back what you bring
Are you wasting my time?
I've got mountains to climb
Stop holding me down, crossing the line
Are you wasting my time?

Are you wasting my time?
Or should I just draw the line?
Tick-tock, tick-tock, decide
Are you wasting... my time?

Are You Wasting My Time?

90's Inspired Rock and Roll. Written and produced in Metro Detroit.

Here we go again, killing kindness racing to condemn.
Photographic memory taking pictures now of how it used to be.

Things won't change I'm taking bets, hold your rage with no regrets.
We'll give it one more try.
Committing social suicide, disguise your hate and constant lies.
We'll give it one more try.

Roll me over false confession through the end of time.
Tear me down clean and sober, useless fear is not a friend of mine.

Things won't change I'm taking bets, hold your rage with no regrets.
We'll give it one more try.
Committing social suicide, disguise your hate and constant lies.
We'll give it one more try.

The smell of fear and blight, makes it hard to sleep at night.
All the same, a dirty maze, I was left alone.
One more soul to take. Check it off and seal our fate, cause I know sorrow.

One More Try

Never Going To Be A Big Man

https://ffm.to/digital-snow
https://www.tiktok.com/@beatingedge/video/7443150165201997088
Step into the nostalgic glow of ❄︎"Digital Snow,"❄︎ where the warmth of an '80s monitor contrasts with the chill of winter outside. This dreamy pop tune blurs the line between reality and pixels, capturing the beauty of a quiet, digital escape.⛇
👉Take a look at the sheet lying on the couch to the right in the waveform artwork for an intriguing sneak peek at the song we’ll be releasing in a week in collaboration with The Corking Crack Band😊 (the first of two for this Christmas!).🫵
Released on major streaming platforms on November 28, 2024.
©2024 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Alone in my room, the outside's a blur
An eighties glow from my monitor
Old films play on VHS tape
But the snow outside slowly takes shape

But I don't care, it's all the same
In my world, there's a different game

Digital snow falling from the screen
Asterisks shining in a pixelated dream
Outside's cold, but I'm warm below
Lost in the beauty of this digital snow

You may howl, the streets are bare
But here I sit without a care
Thought the disc's hung, loading slow
As winter's tale outside starts to grow

These falling stars, they speak to me
My screensaver's all I need to see

Digital snow falling from the screen 
Asterisks shining in a pixelated dream
Outside's cold, but I'm warm below
Lost in the beauty of this digital snow

Alone but happy in my silent space
The digital flicks keep up their pace
They understand the way I feel 
In this empty world, they're all that's real

Digital snow falling from the screen
Asterisks shining in a pixelated dream
Outside's cold, but I'm warm below
Lost in the beauty of this digital snow

Digital snow falling from the screen
Asterisks shining in a pixelated dream
Outside's cold, but I'm warm below
Lost in the beauty of this digital snow

Let it BE Xmas

Digital Snow

While playing with AI music generation to create non-English vocals a few interesting voices evolved. These got worked into the tracks "eediloom" and "imersaan". 

imersaan

Le violon de Zied ZOUARI donne une certaine émotion à la chanson dont le texte est sensible, et Juan SAUBIDET toujours aussi sobre et efficace, tient la contrebasse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnUPSN2jeqg
paroles:
Un jour, ils viendront te chercher,
Tu entendras leurs pas légers.
Crisser sur le pâle gravier,
De ton enfance écartelée,
De ton enfance écarte les.
Ils te prendront dans leurs filets,
Comme un papillon esseulé,
Tes ailes mauves déployées,
Tu chercheras à t'envoler.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le temps ne t'appartient même plus,
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Comme une ville engloutie.
Regard absent que rien ne change,
Reflets de la folie qui mange.
Dans tes tiroirs secrets tu ranges,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange,
Le vert, le bleu, le gris l'orange.
Vénères tu un dieu, un diable,
Comme une denrée périssable.
Un écolier sans son cartable,
Aux matières, tu retires la table.
C'est comme ça quand la raison te quitte,
C'est comme ça quand la folie t'invite,
Quand les vagues déferlent,
Comme un collier de perles.
Et le temps ne t'appartient même plus,
Et le vent ne te parvient même plus,
Ta mémoire sombre fuit,
Comme une ville engloutie.
Comme une ville engloutie.
Un jour je te ressemblerai,
Et j'entendrai leur pas légers..

Christian PERUTI

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Le vert, le bleu, le gris, l'orange

Le vert, le bleu, le gris , l'orange

A Dark Country Rock mood for a film. I recorded the guitars , drums , bass and all keyboards.

Are You Wasting My Time?

Axioms of Mediocrity