Well done brother - classic song about Jesus - keep it up !

very nice track, i like the minimalistic approach!

I like your lyric writing. do you do everything yourself?

Very dope, melodic and hopeful banger, my brodie!

(French translation above)

We dance

On the spleen of the world
When silence mocks the bird 
On all my sleepless nights
When black anxiety bites

Chorus :
I dance, you dance
You dance, I dance
We dance dance dance

On the blues of my words
When taken from bad cards
On my love that is gone
When gone for a new dawn
(chorus)

On my life that had shut 
When wanders too long but
On my days full of hope
When they’re ready to cope
(instrumental)

On the spleen…
On my nights…
On the blues of my words
On my love…
On my life…
On my days full of hope…
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic,  March 28nd, 2021

On danse

Sur le blues de la Terre
Quand l’oiseau manque d’air
Sur mes nuits sans sommeil
Quand le malaise veille

Refrain :
Je danse, tu danses
Tu danses, je danse
Oui ! Danse danse danse on danse

Sur la fin de mes mots
Quand ils n’ont plus d’écho
Sur mon cœur en débris
Quand la nuit désunit
(refrain)

Sur ma vie affamée
Quand plus rien ne vient mais
Sur mes jours pleins d’espoir
Quand ils revoient un phare
(instrumental)

Sur le blues...
Sur mes nuits...
Sur la fin de mes mots
Sur mon cœur
Sur ma vie
Sur mes jours pleins d’espoir (refrain)

We dance (english version)

C. 2022
All instruments by: Daniel Lars
Mixed, Written, Produced, Mastered by: Daniel Lars

Falling From Grace

Undisturbed World of Sleep

Undisturbed World Of Sleep

Well you move to the left
Then you move to the right
But you know you’ve been born
And given this life
You say you like it
Cos you’re a toddler

As you grow you get hurt
By the ones who love you most
As the pain seeps right in
Its covered by your ghosts
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna A few years older


And you find yourself some love
And you move into a box
Next thing you have some kids
And your head hurts a lot
Howl at the moonlight
As you oughta

And then your marriage ends
And youre sitting all alone
Making doodles and strange art
for your gravestone
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna A few years older

And I would love to break this spell
But time keeps moving I’m going down this well

The Well

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Come Together

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Wicked Women

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On champagne

1 My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.

Refrain:
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand:
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
in every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil. [Refrain]

3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,
support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay. [Refrain]

4 When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found:
dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne.[Refrain]

My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less

2023 09 19 Song 774

Voice
Natalie (Synthesizer V)

Lyrics
Lyrics created in collaboration with an AI assistant

Gender madness (feat. Natalie)

New Hotel

Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

Rust and Bloom

prod. racky


i can't seem to figure out
what is wrong

cause it hurts everytime
i remember she's gone

maybe it was me all along
it's my fault

i really tried to break this habit 
but i just can't seem to scratch it

you told me i caused too much damage
so i guess i'll go inactive

tattooism

And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”

My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less

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