Nice drumming and sick solo around 1minute in

fat guitars and nice leads here following! banger stuff

Could have been on the radio in the early 90s -- awesome!!

This song can go far, it’s almost perfect

SEN-SA-TIONAL! Bud, every now and again you pull out a marsterpiece. This one was one of those.

I knew from the opening drums that this was gonna be a banger. and the guitar didn't disappoint. I also love Adro so this is a cool collab

J'écoute Re-Ex 19

G.B.C. - Pray

The first full length Record, Blisters available on limited CD sept 24th
Only at shorediverecords.bandcamp.com
Cover art by: Eetu Iljamo
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Released by shorediverecords.bandcamp.com/album/blisters
Mixed and mastered Apocalypse studios UK.

Held By Stitches (Feat Adro the toxic waste)

G.B.C. - Waste Deep

Soundtrack for the documentary "Die Kunst Nachzulassen" by Michael Fritschi and Benjamin Kesselring. 
Saxophone by Muhi Tahiri. 

This soulful jazz ballad takes the listener on a journey of emotional depth and musical richness. The sensual saxophone and the romantic, melancholic piano work together in perfect harmony, creating a sound that is both hauntingly beautiful and deeply moving. The musicianship is impeccable, with each note and phrase played with incredible feeling and nuance.

The saxophone takes the lead, weaving a tale of longing and heartache with its smooth, expressive sound. The piano provides a delicate counterpoint, adding a touch of sweetness and tenderness to the piece. Together, they create a sound that is at once intimate and expansive, evoking a range of emotions from the listener.

"Letting Go" is a testament to the power of jazz music to convey complex emotions and tell stories without words. It is a piece that invites the listener to sit back, close their eyes, and lose themselves in the beauty and depth of the music.

Letting Go

Bahia

Had A Good Dream The Other Day

Tired of writing lyrics, we used the text of an old Rolling Stones song for this one.

Video: https://youtu.be/gHMPoX66xxw
Lyrics by Nanker Phelge (1965)
Music by Interpret Unbekannt (2023)

Play with me (Reimagination of a The Rolling Stones Song)

Late rays,
dogs for the days,
mind frays,
no Mandalay.
It's just Baba Ghanoush,
for the Angel of truth.
Just a roof for your head,
with a place for a bed.
You can rest when your dead,
or breakdown.

Delayed stage,
turning the page,
low wage,
taking away.
An abundance of fruit,
for the Goddess of brutes.
There's a map to your grave,
or a ride on a wave.
You'd be better off dead,
but that's all in your head.

A sword drawn,
an outfit adorned.
An oath sworn,
all broken falorn.
A counter attack,
for the Demon in black.
Just a sty in the fence,
or an impact immense.
You can rest your pretence,
I don't mean no offence.

A moonscape,
a lock on a cage.
A brave face,
an inkling of fate.
Baba Ghanoush,
for a God that's aloof.
Just a hole to fit in,
with a pocket of sin.
Don't know where you'd begin,
it's un-sound.







Baba Ghanoush

This is a guitar based boom bap type beat Youtube link below!

https://youtu.be/ZAqMYzQpexo

The Basics(Available tag free on YOUTUBE link in description)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/arc-en-ciel
Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

What a funny thing. 
There's memories.
That you've never mentioned before.
Oh, it's a laughable, poor melody.
That this songbird has in store.

A curse on your lies.
A curse on your soul.
A curse on your eyes.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Oh, if dredging up was a skill to bring.
Then you'd bring it down in spades.
But the truth is only some shit within.
Can't be of any help, too late..

A curse on your shy.
A curse on your sham.
A curse which you'd deny.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

You dont get to own it all.
This one is not for you.
No lies you tell can get you in.
No dear, there's only two.

A curse on you fake.
A curse on your words.
A curse on your drink.
A curse on your spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Spiral Staircase

I Got You On My Mind

(This is dedicated to my Step-Dad and to his battle with dementia.  It’s a song about time, how things are constantly changing, and yet, when you look in the mirror, there you are, and yet the decay, the age, mistakes and wisdom, one can hope, at the end of the day, no matter what has been had, what has been lost, you will have at least one thing, even if just a hand full, of beautiful memories…of people, pain, loss, love, hope, and everything in between.  Yet, for some, the curse is to look in the mirror and have nothing, to have lost it all, that sense of fear, grief, and frustration..  my step dad lost everyone in the end.  There were only two people he recognized.  My Mom and I - a blessing I will always be grateful to have had).  He was a beautiful man and this song, in all the irony of the lyrics, is for him.  

Verse
Was a time, a time to play, time to pray
All that time, what a waste, what a pity, oh fool, shake my walls, blow me down.

Just a face, unaware, just another day.
Just a phase, all we had, it’s a crime
oh pity, oh fool, mind your head when you fall 

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Verse
In the dark, in the back, what a way to live, you a dance I could never forget, oh pity oh fool, tell me who I see now so

Like a dream, but nightmares are dreams too, in my head, but my mind I stilI find you, oh pity, oh fool, take my hand lead me out 

Chorus
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Not a game, never same, we all fade away, but these tricks, it’s so hard to find you, oh pity oh fool, seems all is lost now

In the end, through the tears and the madness, find a smile as you echo among us, oh pity of fool, are you here with me now.  

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Personal Earthquakes

I've Got You On My Mind

I've Got You On My Mind (Ballad for Joe)

That Thing

BLUXGUAP x FNO XCORSISTS - Clear Vision

In The City

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O My Dream

KRT - WAR TEMPO - NEXT STEP - NUR - ATOMIUM - BBAM

Belgian artist passionate about electro sounds and captivating melodies. Funkle Ace was born in Brussels, Belgium. Son of a piano teacher, he started playing the keyboard at an early age. With over 500 tracks to his name, he has collaborated with international artists and his songs have been streamed on various platforms. For a long time, he played with a friend and performed concerts in Belgium, France, and Spain (Burgos, 2 concerts + radio interview on Radio Castilla in 1984). Since then, he has followed his own path and decided to share his unique music style with you. His musical universe navigates between electro, chillwave, and ambient, creating unique and immersive atmospheres. He aims to touch hearts and minds with his music and collaborate with emerging talents to create unforgettable sound experiences. Follow him to discover his latest creations and feel free to leave your comments and impressions.
Artiste belge passionné par les sons électro et les mélodies envoûtantes. Funkle Ace est né à Bruxelles, Belgique. Fils d’une professeure de piano, il s’initie très tôt au clavier. Avec plus de 500 titres à son actif, il a collaboré avec des artistes internationaux et ses morceaux ont été diffusés sur plusieurs plateformes de streaming. Durant longtemps, il joue avec un ami et fait des concerts en Belgique, en France, et en Espagne (Burgos, 2 concerts + interview radio Castilla en 1984). Depuis, il suit sa propre voie et a décidé de vous faire découvrir son style unique de musique. Son univers musical navigue entre l’électro, le chillwave et l’ambient, créant des atmosphères uniques et immersives. Il cherche à toucher les cœurs et les esprits avec sa musique, et à collaborer avec des talents émergents pour créer des expériences sonores inoubliables. Suivez-le pour découvrir ses dernières créations et n’hésitez pas à laisser vos commentaires et impressions.

Garage rock, Space rock,Grunge and punk rock inspired noise.  

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