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When I'm Alone

Looking For You

Looking For You [prod. Cold Melody]

“Messiah of Shrinking Shores” unfolds like a sorrowful parable — the story of a soul who gave everything, only to be abandoned by both Heaven and Earth. Written in poetic form years ago, the lyrics speak in third person, echoing the voice of someone who once carried the burdens of others, now discarded, worn down, and left with nothing but silence. “The ashtray of God” — a chilling metaphor for spiritual obsolescence — captures the depth of his disillusionment, culminating in the heartbreaking surrender: “Let me sink into the flood.”

This song gives voice to that universal moment when we feel used up, overlooked, and forgotten — when the world no longer sees us as valuable, only convenient. Hungarian vocalist Fati Urbán lends her angelic, haunting tone to these emotions, adding an ethereal fragility that elevates the pain into something strangely beautiful.

Though the song carries the atmosphere of gothic and doom influences, it never settles into one mood. Progressive metal elements weave through its structure — the intro and outro riffs pulse with complex time signatures, and the chorus rides on staccato rhythms that resist collapse. It's both a lament and a protest; a farewell and a final cry for meaning.

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MESSIAH OF SHRINKING SHORES

He clung with nails of wood so tight,
Scratching the fresco-black of night.
Obscured he wrote a gospel’s rhyme, 
Ashtray of God, clandestine grime.

All that he saw, all fails did stay,
No skyey dew would fall his way,
breathing desert dust-eating life,
rotten finger-flesh, he played a strife.

If he was saved, he tore his crown,
blood-stained tears fall, like storm pour down,
showing his fake gloriole,
he will baptize you, he will bury.

And as he climbed the western sky,
the stars within themselves did die,
"Embrace me now, and take my blood” 
said “Let me sink into the flood."

Horror Sacri

Messiah of Shrinking Shores

Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Palimpsest

Mi Isla est une chanson pour les amoureux des îles. Un hiver rigoureux! Hop!  Un petit voyage dans le sud et on reprend vie!  Les plages chaudes, les soirées enveloppantes pendant que chez-nous le froid perdure… (Avec tout mon amour, mon île… et avec mon corps (quelle chaleur!!)… avec aussi tout mon cœur…Oui!!!

Mi Isla is a song for islands lovers. A harsh winter! Hop!  A little trip down south and we come back to life!  The warm beaches, the enveloping evenings while at our place the cold persists... (With all my love, my island... and with my body (what a heat!! )... with all my heart... Yes!!!


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles et musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Les M’s  aux brass : 
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
Marcel Bergeron : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation


PHONOGRAPHE

Mi Isla

The song is about the pain of discovering all deceitful friends. Why do we tolerate the betrayal?

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Buy Fake Friends

Fake Friends

Aries (prod.neverl0se)

Slow to mid tempo track, written, arranged & produced by John Hardman, performed live by Beats Working who are: John Hardman -lead vocals & lead guitar, Chris Glover - drums & percussion, Lynn John Sheppard - Bass & backing vocals, Dave Rea - rhythm guitar and backing vocals.
A Swamp Music production
(c)(p) Swamp Music (UK) & Swamp Records (UK) for all territories.
Original studio recording on Putting It About album with artwork by Tristan Greatrex.


Putting It About

Achin' Heart live

Achin' Heart live - Beats Working

I gave A.I. an ancient text from the Nag Hammadi gospels, known as The Thunder, Perfect Mind, which is sung by the Divine Feminine,  and I must admit to being mightily impressed with what it came back with. I just had fun with harmonising extra vocals and choirs; and big thanks to @APi_ZZ for making the cover. 

[The Nag Hammadi gospels are so called because they were buried by Gnostic Christians in the 1st century in a cave in Nag Hammadi, Egypt, in order to avoid the bonfires of the patriarchal Roman church censors who compiled the New Testament as we know it today.]

[Intro]
In the beginning
Was the word

[Verse 1]
I am the first
Before time
Something stirs
Deep inside
Water moves
Without wind

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Verse 2]  
Darkness knew me
Light feared me
Split in two
Made complete
Body breaks
Spirit soars
Can't divide

[Chorus]
She who was
She who is
Hidden light
Sacred fire
I remember
What you've forgotten

[Bridge]
Neither male
Nor female
Both and none
Mystery breathes
Through my bones
Ancient truth
In new skin

[Verse 3]
They wrote books
To hide me
But I rise
Through the cracks
Dust to light
Flesh to song
Can't contain

[Final Chorus]
She who was
She who is
She who comes
Hidden light
Sacred fire
Burning bright
I remember
I remember
Everything

[Outro]
In the beginning
In the end
She

Kiera Starr continues the rollout for her sophomore album ‘Through My Eyes’ with her latest single ‘One Day’, self-written, and self produced by the singer herself.

One Day

You Gave me Butterflies

Guitars, Vocals, Keys, Bass and Lyrics by Robert Grigg
Drums by Jim Dooley

YouTube link:
https://youtu.be/_jGh8Ogz7nk?si=0Auca4Fsu5FAVnl2

Palimpsest

Axioms of Mediocrity