Fantastic!! Great all around!! Great singing!!

your playing is beautiful and so are the vocals!❤️‍🔥

Hermosa guitarra,excelente voz y ambiente,muy bueno!👍

absolutely beautiful guitar recording! Really nice vibe and mix in general

Each of us has somebody up there whom we miss...

Not everyone is worth missing, but missing someone is hard for all. I miss you.
To make the pain lighter, one should learn from childhood to value everyone in their life to the fullest.
We indeed miss the most those we too often take for granted. At least I do.
Everyone is missing someone they somehow thought would never go away, or at least not so soon.
Experiencing the hurt, the loss is also a stroke of luck. Because it means I loved you.
Find the hope to see you again and the courage to keep memories present.

Backing vocalist - Hana Pavšič (@hana-pav-i)
Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (@a7-recording-studio, www.a7recordingstudio.com)
Produced by Blaž Pavšič

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Quiet selfish man

Darkwave is an experimental music project incorporating elements of instrumental thrash metal combined with symphonic and electronic influences. 

Composing, guitars, programming: Zsolt Némethy.
Cover art: Lupus Photo (Dávid Ujhelyi).

Missa Innominata

Postcommunio

https://open.spotify.com/track/6ZqzH5qSUIeWQWTJJY9ppr?si=bceddb7ffcc9470d 

[rough translation]
RITUAL
I preserve the little ritual,
so you can return anytime.

Every day, when evening falls,
I prepare the table: an extra plate,

cutlery, your own chair, a candle, a glass,
as if you just were delayed.

I hear (how could I think that what
makes me who I am, was gone forever?)

I hear, as if the house still existed,
the gravel, the latch, the dog barking,

and you come in at the moment
I light the lamp, arrange the flowers.

I just hope I can stay calm
and without looking up from my silent routine

find the words, as if it were self-evident:
sit down, help yourself, you were expected.

[Dutch poem]
RITUEEL
Ik houd het kleine ritueel in ere,
opdat je elk moment terug kunt keren.

Iedere dag, wanneer het avond wordt,
maak ik de tafel klaar: een extra bord,

bestek, je eigen stoel, een kaars, een glas,
alsof je enkel opgehouden was.

Ik hoor (hoe kon ik denken dat hetgeen
waardoor ik ben, voor altijd was verdwenen ?),

ik hoor, alsof de woning nog bestond,
het grind, de klink, het aanslaan van de hond,

en je komt binnen op het ogenblik
dat ik de lamp ontsteek, de bloemen schik.

Ik hoop alleen dat ik dan rustig blijf
en haast niet opziend van mijn stil bedrijf

de woorden vind, als was het vanzelfsprekend:
Schuif aan; tast toe: er is op je gerekend.


Poem: Jean Pierre Rawie
Music & mix: Bas Kooman
Master: White Sea Studio (2022.06.27)

RITUEEL (mastered)

When two people meet with very different backgrounds, cultures, view on life, religion and ressources and they enjoy each others presence - it's Happy Respect. 
Speak freely - No prejudices - only curiosity. That could make the world a better place - more safe. Instead of old old men with old dreams in an old forgotten world. #ruletheworldwithHappyRespect #oldmenshouldstayoldandnotruletheworld #morewomentothetopofpower #HappyRespect

Track from the Instrumental Rock Album 2023 from MODVÆGT:
No Music No Life: https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/nomusicnolife

V. 1.4 
Released September 2022

Happy Respect (Instrumental)

A song about dreaming of summer

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Black cab waiting
Clothes still on the bedroom floor
Too much too soon? Not this time
Escape to somewhere down the line

Del rey sunshine
Palm trees and fallen leaves
Gunshot heartbeat unkind
Just something new to pass the time

Photographs of summer scenes
'Live Through This' and 'Nevermind'
Not sure what that's supposed to mean
Maybe just that we're running out of time
Out of time.

Del rey sunshine
Autumn creeping through the door
Help me to see the reason why
Just something new to pass the time.

Photographs of summer scenes
'Different Class' and 'Parklife'
Not sure what that's supposed to mean
Maybe just that we're running out of time
and we're out of time

Photographs of summer scenes
'Superunknown' and 'Jar of Flies'
Not sure what that's supposed to mean
Maybe just that we're running out of time
and we're out of time.

Del Rey Sunshine

What I could have been, washed out by the salty sea, oh it is just a dream, a dream that's obsolete. 

What a place to be, a place where you can go and see, the things that you could be, all that you could dream. 

Now you'll never know, anywhere's the way to go, oh, It's all for the show, now you'll never know. 

Washed out by the sun, this sun is just the current one, the bun that traps the fly, now you wave goodbye. 

Just wasted on the sand, wasted in a foreign land, wasted like you planned, you wasted all your hands. 

Time it ticks away, ticks away another day, the days they will not stay, the days they go away. 

What I couldn't see, washed out by the salty sea, reminds me of the time, I searched but couldn't find. 

A scar that fades away, reminders of the former days, the days that fade away, the days they often change. 

The salty sea imbibes, more than you would care to mind, you're full up to your eyes, the salty sea revives. 

Salty Sea

This is my latest song.  It came from a deep place inside.  I really hope someone will hear it and connect with it.  Thank you so much for listening!

A Lonely Deep Desire

Knockin On Heaven's Door

Knockin On Heaven's Door (Bob Dylan Cover)

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be?
for one thing, we're not free.

There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

RITUEEL (mastered)

Bas Kooman

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