SUMMER 2020 MUSIC TO REMEMBER

😍 Time goes by .... 🙏

My Original Keyboard Compositions 

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Living In The Twilight Zone

Picks For You

Original Keyboard Composition

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Deep Sensations

Smokin Hot Babe - Prelude

Keyboard Composition

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Zappapalooza

Original Keyboard / Synthesizer Instrumental Psychedelic Techno Rock 

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Desert Sands

Desert Mirage

Original Keyboard Composition 

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Blood Moon Rising - Released on Mojoheadz Record Label

From the album ‘Trust No Leaders’ by The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara. Released July 1, 2022. 

//The Prophet
“A tribute to Sylvia Plath’s poem, Lady Lazarus, “The Prophet” is told through the eyes of an advanced A.I robot who is “resurrected” like the biblical Lazarus, but this time with a destructive super-intelligence, wreaking havoc upon her human creators. 

‘The Prophet’ petitions for the ethical use of Artificial Intelligence technologies in order to protect human consciousness and our existence as a species. The song is an ominous reminder that if we are not careful, we might find ourselves with a technology that destroys the civilisation that invented it.”

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🎵 Lyrics 🎵
Today is the day
All the world is watching
The greatest show
Ever shown

The crowd is swelling
Barricades are bursting
A great gathering
The big maggot parade

Ladies and lesser men
Seekers of mysteries
You are about to witness
The greatest miracle
Ever performed

Behold
She returns
From the world beyond
Fresh from the crucible
Rise, Lazarus, rise

Rise
Get up, come forth, arise
Get up and rise
Get up, come forth, arise

I may seem dead
But I am coming back to life
I rise
One limb at a time
Till I am restored
And revived

I move an inch first
Then later a mile
I stagger to my feet
And you shall see me stand
Glorious and free
Gloriously free

Here are my hands
And these are my feet
I am awake
I am complete
Feel and touch my legs and thighs
I am watching you with open eyes

Did you enjoy the great strip and tell
Look at me
Do I terrify
Do not confuse me for a goddess
Gods have mercy
But not I

Shut your mouths and let me speak
For I will slay you with your words
You will die only one once
But I have lived a thousand lives

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�  About The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

Hailed as “pioneers of a new form of expression” through the performance of poetry in music, The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara (TCOMAS) are a UK-based duo comprising Daphne Ang (Singapore) and Andrea Papi (Italy) who came together in London in early 2020 to record their debut album, Full Spectrum, which they released on 26 February 2021. 

The duo draws inspiration from many sources stemming from Tool through to Kraftwerk and Russian Circles, as well as absorbing the poetry of Virginia Woolf and Jim Morrison in their lyrics and ‘poetry performance’. TCOMAS's music strives to fill a gap in music by bringing literature and history together into an arena where rock and metal meets electronica.Their musical and lyrical themes are very much rooted in the duo’s interests in classical literature and theatre, as well as in the fields of philosophy, history, and psychology.

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Trust No Leaders

The Prophet

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Lyrics:

Numbly counting days
Trapped inside this role
Ropes on tired hands
A step away from fall

Clinging to the unknown
In the fight with the time
The familiar call of the apathy

Stop! Stop! -
Trying but failing

Stretched to nigh being torn
In the hands of the lies
And fiction envious of this reality 

Hold on
To all that's remaining

Rise!
Pain of being awake
Is no excuse for the lies
Can't just keep closing your
Eyes
We're far from the end
Still dormant in this denial

Favor roll of the dice
And trust the loudest of all!
Incessant screams of the crowd drown the reason

Wake up!
Illusions will fall

Tales promoting the lies
While fooled submissively wait
For fading halo to light up their hero

Shut up!
Delusions is all you know!

Rise!
Pain of being awake
Is no excuse for the lies
Can't just keep closing your
Eyes
We're far from the end
Still dormant in this denial

Desperate run towards this brittle peace of mind
Anxiety devoured from within
Eyes down...
I'll wait it out
This time...

Denial

Erotic, Exotic, Hypnotic Keyboard Instrumental

Peaceful Bliss

At the advanced age of 4½ I was introduced to a girl of about the same age with whom I had an immediate rapport.   We spent an entire afternoon in childhood play.   I do not remember the girl's name, or even her face, but I have never forgotten the time we spent together.   The memory is at once beautiful, as such memories are, and, at the same time, sad, for that moment is gone and can never be repeated.   In “The Gardens of Abora” I try to express this feeling, under the belief that most humans possess similar bittersweet and half-forgotten memories of experiences long past.

	The metaphorical background to the song is inspired by S.T. Coleridge's remarkable unfinished poem “Kubla Khan”, first published more than 200 years ago.    The name “Abora” comes from the same poem, as do several of the images and lines in the lyrics.

	My very good friend, RJ (Bob) Balderstone, once told me that this song alone justified my entire life as a lyricist.   It is to Bob, now tragically deceased, that I dedicate “The Gardens of Abora”.

Album:	In Search of Intelligent Life

Lyrics:
	in the gardens of Abora at the edge of the realm of dreams
	in the gardens of Abora  nothing is ever less than it seems
	you dance close and slow, fly high and far
	free of all cares, unbound by the beat of time’s heart
             in the gardens of Abora

	the seasons revolve, time heals all pain
	a face from the past is all that remains
	yet sometimes a song possesses your mind
	there’s a beat, and a voice, but you cannot recapture the time
	O   the gardens of Abora		O   the gardens of Abora
  
	in the gardens of Abora at the edge of the realm of dreams
	in the gardens of Abora  all exists that ever could be
	if you see the dazzling light of the sun on the ice
	then know you have tasted the sweet milk of paradise
        O   the gardens of Abora		O   the gardens of Abora

In Search of Intelligent Life

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The Gardens Of Abora

Morning Birds

Loving bond

strbsskbt live track: d1pl0m4t3nk0ff4 ^^

strbsskbt live track: D4 H0rr0r (:

Chris Cuthbert 666/ Thee Big Mouse - Vocals and Lyrics 
https://soundcloud.com/chrisc666
https://soundcloud.com/chrisc666/parasol-coerced-dinosaurs-2018-mix-free-download
IR Scott - Guitar https://soundcloud.com/leatherstepdaddy https://soundcloud.com/blastsabbath
Kevin - Drums
MOSNAR DET - Synth, Arranging, Songwriting, Editing, Mixing
Special thanks to Chris! Check out his profiles! https://soundcloud.com/theebigmouse/parasol-coerced-dinosaurs-2018-mix
release date 6-1-19 ('Murican)

Chris Cuthbert 666 (Thee Big Mouse) - Parasol Coerced Dinosaurs (Meezerpocalypse Remix)

These 2 Anchors #Experiment

Funeral

Night Beach - Single

Night Beach

INVITATION TO COLLAB >>> MUSICIANS,  BEATMAKERS, SINGERS, RAPPERS ... Who want Can USE & REMIX  those A CAPPELLAS, choice parts you want, place it, modulate it as You like, MAKE A SPECIAL TRACK, with SOUNDS or FIT IT AS A FEAT in a SONG...   LYRICS are Here Below.
DOWNLOAD are FREE & it's in Wave, if You Want MP3, ask me. If You Use My Vocals, Mention My Name in the Track & Let Me Know, I will Repost, Share, Include it in Playlists & Mix...
& If you use it for commercial purpose, let me know, all my songs are under Authors Rights
First Version of the Song  > https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia/could-be-so-wonderfull
Remix > https://soundcloud.com/ricochet8888/wonderful-1
LYRICS
"How Wonderfulll is the Nature & all the living creatures
such Beautifull landscapes, arts & architectures
There is Treasures all over the Earth
and
Life could be so Beautifull
Life could be So Wonderfull
But So many act as a fool

Eyes they don't see, Ears they don't ears

Oh Why oh Why I don't know why

So much people they are go blind
they don't want see the light
prefering live with blinkers

So much People they are go deaf
they are little minded
don't want ear the truth & the right
they tell & believe so much lies

Life could be so Beautifull
Life could be So Wonderfull
But So many act as a fool

Heart they don't Love, Soul they don't Feel

Oh Why oh Why I don't know why

Some people seems so heartless
they think they are the best
just look their own interest
don't care about the rest

Some people seems so Souless
not living in the fullness
just living in the flesh

Life could be so Beautifull
Life could be So Wonderfull
But So many act as a fool

Oh Why oh Why I don't know why.....

How Wonderfulll is the Nature & all the living creatures
such Beautifull landscapes, arts & architectures
There is Treasures all over the Earth
and

Life could be so Beautifull
Life could be So Wonderfull"

Vocals  Oh WHY Oh WHY / Life Could Be So Wonderfull

Lyrics, mixing: Myckaël Marcovic https://soundcloud.com/myckael-marcovic/tracks
Music, vocal, mixing and mastering: Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig
Illustration: Lukowig and Myckaël Marcovic

Je suis le vieux forçat de cette forteresse
Aux invisibles murs, mais remplis de murmures
Tournant en procession au fond de cette pièce
Où mon âme n’a plus que des lambeaux d’armures.

Et tel un condamné, j’entends leur psalmodie
Gémir à demi-mots leur sourde messe-basse
Tombant à gros flocons dans l’hiver infini,
Ressusciter sans cesse un passé qui se glace.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.

Mais quand revient le soir, loin des bruits de la ville,
Que la folle vitrine amusant le passant
Remet le fond de tain d’un miroir indocile,
J’y revois, impuissant, le passé lancinant.

Puis dans ce grand mouchoir qui se prend pour mon lit,
J’allonge ma défaite, inutile d’aisance,
Comme si en dormant, les conseils de la nuit
Allaient soudain venir dans ce port de plaisance.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.

L’amour a tout l’esprit et tout le corps divin.
Et si j’en perds le nord, c’est que par tous mes sens
Il m’y anéantit, pour un oui, pour un lien
Qui n’aura d’heureux que le poids de l’inconscience.

Aux âmes condamnées, l’enfer est ici-bas.
Les regrets éternels sont, plus que tout, vivants
Quand ils rongent l’espoir dont l’unique combat
Est de cautériser les jambes du présent.
24 mai 2017

Aproximate translation :

I am the old convict of this fortress
With invisible walls, but full of murmurs
Turning in procession at the bottom of this room
Where all my soul has left are tatters of armor.

And like a condemned man, I hear their psalmody
Moaning half-words their deaf low mass
Falling to large flakes in the infinite winter,
Constantly resurrecting a frozen past.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

But when we come back in the evening, far from the sounds of the city,
Let the crazy window amuse the passerby
Put back the bottom of one of those indocile mirrors,
I can’t help but remember the haunting past.

Then in this big handkerchief that thinks it’s my bed,
I lengthen my defeat, useless of ease,
As if in sleep, the tips of the night
Suddenly would come to this marina.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

Love has all the spirit and all the divine body.
And if I lose the north, it’s because of all my senses
He destroys me, for a yes, for a link
Who will be happy only by the weight of unconsciousness.

To the doomed souls, hell is down here.
Eternal regrets are, more than anything, alive
When they eat away hope whose only fight
Is to cauterize the legs of the present.

May 24, 2017

Le forçat du passé

Le forçat du passé [Myckaël Marcovic and Lukowig]

All tracks dedicated to the beautiful women of this world. That is all.
BEST HEARD RATHER LOUD

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