So pure and professional sounding. This is brilliant.

Super sounding track. Both the arrangement and production are excellent. Classy instrument choice. Loved it from start to finish.

Really enjoyed this song!  Great sound too.  Enjoyed the vibe and the chords were great too.

Midweek VI

Fading Echoes is a quiet waltz for those moments when something comes back to you not clearly not completely but just enough to make you stop and feel.

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/s2P6aRDpr00?si=5T4xBcznOZRaFmw9

Fading Echoes

“Confidence” est une pièce pour piano néo-classique, à la fois intime et profondément mélodieuse. Son atmosphère douce et introspective invite à un moment de réflexion et d’émotion pure. Entre minimalisme et expressivité, ce morceau déploie une mélodie qui résonne comme un secret murmuré au creux de l’âme. Fermez les yeux, laissez-vous porter.”

Confidence

more existential dread about the state of the world 
I need to turn off the news
I used  this fantastic sci movie from 1957 to explain things metaphorically....
wrote it this morning very quickly..it just came together

The Incredible Shrinking Man 

I once was big as them                            
Living life on a whim                                 
Then a strange thing happened              
It could happen to you                             
Take a look at the shape I’m in                 

You placed me in a doll house
Put a lock upon the door
Your miniature man 
Now on parade
Have you ever seen my kind before?

I'm down here                                       
But they don't see me                          
Guess I'll have to take a stand                   
Getting smaller                                     
As the days they run away from me      
Your incredible shrinking man               
My body, no longer at my command         

Now there's danger everywhere 
I'm prey to everything
The cat, the spider, your prejudice 
Wish I could grow some wings

Too small for the circus now
Can't trust the human show
Gonna crawl right through the window screen
Say goodbye to all I know

I'm down here
Where they can't touch me
You'll never understand
What it's like 
To live this life of fear and fright
A little guy, in a strangers’ land
The incredible shrinking man 

Break

I'm down here
Where they can't hear me
It’s not like I had this planned
Gonna take my  tiny life
Gotta try to make it right
Build a little toy town with these tiny hands
Please remember me
Your Incredible Shrinking Man 




The Incredible Shrinking Man

I Still Remember Love by Nova J

I wake up in a room I don’t know
The curtains bright, the light is low
She smiles at me and says my name
I don’t recall hers, I feel ashamed 

She helps me sit and brings my plate
I try to eat but barely taste
She holds my hand and doesn’t rush
And somehow it feels just enough

I still remember love
Even when the rest fades out
I still remember love
And that’s what life’s about

A man walks in and calls me “dear”
His face is kind, his voice is clear
I don’t know the place or day
But feel safe with him anyway

I get confused out in the hall
Forget the way, forget it all
They find me there and bring me back
No one laughs or gives me flak

I still remember love
Even when my mind’s not right
I still remember love
Like a porch light in the night

There’s a song that plays inside my head
I hum along though words are dead
I don’t know where the tune came from
But singing it still keeps me calm

I still remember love
Even when I lose my place
I still remember love
When I see a caring face

So if I forget your name
Or don’t know where we are
Please don’t feel ashamed
Just stay right where you are
I forget a lot
But when push comes to shove
I still remember love
I still remember love

I STILL REMEMBER LOVE

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

I’D DO IT AGAIN by Nova J

I never took the good days for granted
Grateful for our quiet, simple life
But these days I’m panicked
staring at my phone… all night

No news… worse than bad news
Confusion… worse than pain
Always…worryin’ bout you
Will I ever… see you again?

You and me
We’ve been torn apart
Now I bleed 
With a broken heart

And if it’s time
To say goodbye
You’ll always be
The love of my life…

I keep on writing
My messages unread
My mind racing
Are you alive… are you dead?

No calls. No clues. No power.
My mind is racing fast.
Each minute’s like an hour.
How long… can this last?

You and me
We’ve been torn apart
Now I bleed
With a broken heart

And if it’s time
To say goodbye
You’ll always be
The love of my life

Even through struggle
Even through pain
With you beside me…
I’d do it again
I’d do it again
Mmm…
I’d do it… again

You and me
We’ve been torn apart
Now I bleed
With a broken heart

And if it’s time
To say goodbye
You’ll always be
The love of my life…

The love of my life…
The love of my life…
The love of my life…

I’d do it again

🌿 A soft voice for the ones who go unnoticed.
Not everyone gets thanked. Not everyone gets seen.
But this piece is for the servers, the caregivers, the quiet givers,
the ones holding everything together without asking for credit.
If that’s you… this is your thank you. 💸💚
You matter more than they say.
And someone out there does see you.

#ThankYouForShowingUp #EverydayGrace #InvisibleKindness #QuietStrength #SpokenWordHealing #HumanMoments #SmallActsBigHeart #SpokenTruth #EmpathyInMotion #YouMatter #GentleSongs #TipTheOnesWhoHoldUs

****Lyrics****

If no one’s said it lately…
I see you.
I hear you.
You matter.

You move through days like background noise,
Helping, holding, holding back,
Brushing crumbs from someone else’s table
Just to feel like you still belong at one.

You’ve learned to shrink in public,
Speak softly, smile quickly,
Nod instead of shout.
You’ve spent so long being strong,
You forgot what it feels like
To be held.

You are not invisible to me.
I see the kindness in your tired hands,
The effort behind your half-smiles.
I see the way you show up anyway,
Even when you’re unraveling.

You apologize for existing
Like it’s a crime to feel.
But I’d rather hear your truth
Than another silence performed as survival.

The world overlooks the steady ones.
It rewards the loud, the fast, the sure.
But you,
You are a quiet kind of brave.
You’ve been carrying things
No one even knows exist.
And you do it
Without applause.

Some nights, you wonder if anyone sees you.
If anyone could.
You’ve been so small for so long,
You’re not sure what it means to take up space.
So let me say it, clearly

You are not too much.
You are not a burden.
You are not forgettable.
You are not alone.

If all you did today was survive,
That’s enough.
If no one thanked you,
Let me be the first.
You are seen.
You are real.
You are worthy.
And I’m with you.

For the Ones Who Feel Invisible

kleiner Prinz ( Deutsch )

"Memorie" parla di un amore finito che vive ancora nei ricordi, ma il protagonista vuole liberarsene per poter ricominciare.

Memorie

Sono lance i raggi del sole
volteggiano insetti di luce

netto taglio a ciò che fa male
messa a fuoco degli angoli bui


e le mani appoggiate per terra
son leggeri quei passi di danza

un sussurro che esce dal muro
è l'eco che riempie  la stanza


son frequenze che entrano dentro
enfatizzate con i processori

salgono in cattedra i miei professori
e i rumori diventano incanto



Memorie di un cielo distratto
Sono storie di stelle perdute

Parole urlate o taciute
Sono scorie di questa mia vita 


memorie di tempi vissuti
sono storie di oggetti smarriti

emozioni dal cuore rapite
è il mio io che parla di te



Io che scrissi di te dei tuoi pregi
bastardo di un cane insicuro

vissi con te i miei peccati
tengo care le braccia di dio


seta e angelica al tatto
canto di mille sirene

un martello che batte nel petto
le strofe di dolci poesie


mi porto frammenti pesanti
ora lascio la valle dei pianti

e delle memorie sarai
cimitero dei miei sentimenti



Memorie di un cielo distratto
Sono storie di stelle perdute

Parole urlate o taciute
Sono scorie di questa mia vita 


memorie di tempi vissuti
sono storie di oggetti smarriti

emozioni dal cuore rapite
Metto a saldi i ricordi di noi (o di te)

Memorie (storie di stelle perdute)

                   

the song is metaphorical...not biographical 

Princess Margaret                                                                                    
The pageant begins, now court is in session
I bow to your Grace, that look on your face,
the serpent uncoils.
                                                                       
Its venom released, the cameras don’t see it.
No word out of place, alone in this space, how could we be royals?

Just as Princess Margaret tried 
to find a place to ride.                                                               Put out on parade, she could not be saved
Her dog days are through
She danced in the night
Then gave in to the fight  
So when you play the Queen
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you 

The royal blue, this tainted luxury. 
Just like the fear, I keep inside of me. 
We’ll keep our distance, just like the monarchy.                                                                      
When you play the Queen, I'll be the Princess Margaret for you

Here comes the Prince, you know the one ‘cross the ocean.
Changing his name, he found future and fame, then something to do.

And like the soon to be King, he’s been waiting forever.
It’s really too much, this brief human touch, he gives me and you.


Princess Margaret tried,
To find a place to hide.
The royal parade, she could not be saved,
Her dog days are through.
She danced in the night.
Then gave in to the fight.
So when you play the Queen, 
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you.

That jewel you crave, our crown of destiny.
These games we play, you’ve got to ride with me.
Wave to the crowds, cause they can't really see,
How you play the Queen and I play the Princess Margaret for you.
You play the Queen and I'll be the Princess Margaret for you. 




Princess Margaret

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkHp2DUDMYk&t=447s
I saw a reflection in the the wood grain of an old cabinet which from my location seamed the face of a bearded character and immediately I knew that the character´s name was Xaripapoulo. He was accompanied with a stubborn and persistent east Mediterranean music. I did a quick sketch of his face, which is the one in the photo and video. This work honors Xaripapoulo that perhaps existed in some other dimension. The track on Youtube is a little longer than the upload to Soundcloud. Hope you like it.

Xaripapoulo (+ Video)

Observing The Sounds In My Brain Hemispheres 432hz
Follow the "Buy" link for the remasterd version

Observing The Sounds In My Brain Hemispheres

Observing The Sounds In My Brain Hemispheres - DEMO

Pacific Day

I never I never I never said living was easy 
I didn’t think twice about making a life just to please me 
To be frank you should thank all the doctors and nurses that helped you 
Cos they birthed you and bathed you and nursed you and saved you when you needed them to  

Life is a force with a course that will push on regardless 
We’re all trying to steer without fear while the currents surround us 
All we can hope is we don’t flip the boat in this crossing 
And the land that we reach brings us peace that we seek in our passing 
 

Oh yes, it’s such a good time to be alive 
There’s so much to say and do if you wanted to  

Don’t take my advice don’t think twice it’s alright to like danger
But there’s nothing to gain from taking the pain from a stranger 
You can help them and hold them and try to console them if you want to 
But don’t wait for their thanks as you wave from the banks shouting adieu adieu adieu  

Oh yes, it’s such a good time to be alive 
There’s so much to say and do if you wanted to  

I never I never I never I never said living was easy 
I didn’t think twice about making a life just to please me 
You don’t owe me a penny cos the bills there are many that’s how it goes  
No guilt and no blame just bury my name in the shadows. 

Oh yes, it’s such a good time to be alive 
There’s so much to say and do if you wanted to

Bury My Name In The Shadows

Gold chain

Greetings ! I'm back after two month away !

Here is the eponymous track for the three EP's I'm still working on !
This one summaries the three styles : Ambient, Clean / Acoustic, piano / Metal, Epic. I thought it was nice to use different styles in only one piece and I hope you'll like it !

Don't forget to like if you do, comment if you want and share if you can !

Cheers,

Rahab.

Chromatic

I'm putting up new original material on my Spotify channel https://open.spotify.com/artist/2PtcG937rHfQWJwv0Zi4um?si=t1ppLngORgmuqz9qeoDOzw 
Mostly original tracks, a few covers here and there. Thank you for even getting this far. Thoughts, opinions, suggestions all welcome. It's pretty lonely out here toiling over every sound wave and grubby plugin. Any feedback is appreciated and if you've got a track you want me to hear send it over - what comes around goes around etc. A huge shout out to Len Rice for all his production suggestions on this and other tracks of mine - a true expert, check him out https://soundcloud.com/lenrice
One day I hope to get some collaborations going and a far off dream is to re awaken all these tracks in a live environment with a live band and maybe even a live audience. For now the dream keeps me going. Thanks for listening.

I'm trying to use as much real instrumentation as possible: a Taylor and a Norman acoustic guitars, a Fender Strat Roadhouse that goes out of tune if I even look at it, a cheap Vintage mandolin that hurts to play and listen to, an 80 year old zither banjo that screams 'I was never destined for this' and a borrowed Aria Pro II bass that a friend can never be bothered to take home on the bus. Synths are a plasticky Roland FA06 and a fun but dumb Korg minilogue. Throw in some Native Instruments software primarily for smoochy piano and strings, a £15 melodica full of tramp spit, some harps in impossible tunings, and a box of percussion and assorted prehistoric flints (are you really still reading this??). 

All recorded on Logic Pro X on an ancient iMac that is going to explode any minute and take my entire oeuvre with it. And most likely burn the house down.

Home Recordings / Curated Playlists / 

Collaboration / Participation / 

In pursuit of novelty. /

Bury My Name In The Shadows

C h r i s t i a n T W a l s h

Recent comments

Damon Peterson

Buma

LawyerOnTheLoose

Steve Pierce

Related tracks