The Message (acappella)

Mario Dianiska Debut on Ardigital with Exposure EP that including Echoes in Motion. Timeless three incredible tracks full of progressive and minimalist elements that captivate taking us into surreal world.


Mario Dianiska - Echoes in Motion [Ardigital Records]

I put this track together with a soundscape loop and delayed snare drum pattern I found on LoopCloud. I then added the the kick drum via midi sequencing, a synth bass line, and synth strings. It was a fun little project on my way to learning more about the possibilities of my DAW. I hope you like it. It definitely chills me out.

Just Chill

En hommage à mes deux amis de SC: Damga et HyLGZ22 @user-618736932😉qui m’ont permis de ”poser ma voix” sur leurs excellentes pistes!
Instrumental: Damga @lorzha-la-succube 
Lyrics: DelhyA, Damga, HyLGZ22 et leurs collaborateurs
Vocals: DelhyA

Je vais oser être vraie
Je vais oser comme Joséphine et me la jouer façon bad gurl
(Je vais oser) et te proposer une romance erratique au son de mes mélodies nocturnes
Même s’il n est que 16h ce dimanche et que le soleil revient
Laisse moi t inviter dans la cathédrale de mes sons ecstatiques
Où je te jouerai la sweet polyphony de mes désirs
Te prenant ainsi dans les phares de mon clair de lune artificiel.

Welcome to my subspace
Où je ne te propose rien d autre que du love dans un magnetic cloud.
J’y ferai l éloge de ta rousseur en attendant que le rouge te monte aux joues
Bien sûr je ne te dirai pas lesquelles, ici je te l avoue…
Au gré de cette méditation guidée, nous allons jouer et nous élever
jusqu’à ce que la dernière goutte soit tombée,
Jusqu’à ce que la dernière goutte soit tombée….

Laisse moi te séduire au son de mes black keys et mes harmonies
Laisse-moi t’envoûter avec my dark smooth melody
Sous la douceur lunaire, je serai ta hiérophante adorée
Sous les étoiles endormies, tu seras bien vite piégé(e)
Au sein des vagues sublimes du storm de nos phéromones
Où tu n auras plus qu’à succomber aux sons de notre attraction musicale….

Ce soir my love soyons fantasques et frivoles
Ce soir my love ce sera juste: « relax and let me take control »

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TRANSLATION:

I'm going to dare to be true
I'm going to dare like Josephine and play the bad girl
And offer you an erratic romance to the sound of my nocturnal melodies
Even if it's only 4 p.m. this Sunday and the sun is back
Let me invite you into the cathedral of my ecstatic sounds
Where I'll play you the sweet polyphony of my desires
Taking you in the headlights of my artificial moonlight.

Welcome to my subspace
Where I offer you nothing but love in a magnetic cloud.
I'll praise your red hair while waiting for the red to rise to your cheeks
Of course, I won't tell you which ones, but I confess here...
Through this guided meditation, we will play and rise until the last drop has fallen, Until the last drop has fallen...

Let me seduce you with the sound of my black keys and my harmonies
Let me enchant you with my dark, smooth melody
Under the lunar sweetness I will be your beloved hierophant
Under the sleeping stars you will quickly be trapped
Within the sublime waves of the storm of our pheromones
Where you will only have to succumb to the sounds of our musical attraction…

Tonight, my love, let's be whimsical and frivolous
Tonight, my love, it will be just: "Relax and let me take control"

Electro Goddess (with Damga)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...


La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui ronge

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide (help!)
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs là qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui

Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées

La tendresse des coups (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
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I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...

Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away

And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death

lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly

And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death

the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one

who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death

kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions

The tenderness of blows

I can't let them reach that mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Back in 1985, I was such a shy girl
Hung out at those dreaded lockers with one or two fly girls
They knew where to look for me at the parties
The awkward one there crunchin ice and smarties
Like a lost little bloom among the wild hollies
In the back, to the side, anywhere that I could hide
Then one night, cryin on momma's lap, she'd turn the tide (she said)

Don't be a wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

So I took hold of my sweet chin and I pulled it on up
Found my voice, so loud and bright, finally I was enough
I found Jesus, started shouting for glory
Stopped doubtin myself and took inventory
Told my kids and their friends that great love story
I stood tall, gave it all, poured it out like a good ol Irish lass
Thats who I was, lookin at me was lookin right straight through a glass (I'd tell 'em)

Don't be a Wallflower
And sink into the silver frames
Camouflage your super power
And blend into a crowd with no name
Be a Southern bell tower
More beloved by the hour
Eye to eye, never ever cower
Don't be a wallflower
Don't be a wallflower

Now Momma's gone and all the kids are grown
Oh the mistakes they're makin, but man, I'm still makin my own
So it's back to the wall, let 'em fall, they'll figure it out in the end
But now where do I fit in

BE a Wallflower
Silver hair inside a silver frame
Camouflage your mother power
Silence the voice that has no more claim (no more, no more)
Be a Southern noon shower
Just lay back into the hour
Later on my knees I'll never cower (but for now)
I'll be a wallflower
Full circle, a wallflower
Momma taught me better, but in the end I'm stronger and happier
Bein a wallflower

Back in 1985 I was such a shy girl

Wallflower

Improvised Ambient

No Gree for Hunger is a Hipco song from Monrovia, Liberia, performed in Koloqua — the street language of the people. It tells the story of everyday youth hustle in Liberia: hunger, school fees, traffic, and survival, mixed with the resilience and humor that define Liberian life.

Hipco is the sound of Liberia’s streets, and No Gree for Hunger carries that energy. From Red Light to Sinkor, Paynesville to West Point, the song reflects how Liberian youth stand strong and refuse to give up. With its chantable hook and street vibe, it connects deeply with anyone who knows the struggle of daily life in Liberia.

This is more than a Liberian rap track — it is Hipco at its core: raw, powerful, and true to the people. Whether you’re in Monrovia, the diaspora, or a global fan of African hip hop, No Gree for Hunger is a song that shows why Hipco is one of Africa’s most important voices in rap today.


No Gree for Hunger

Spanish versión of "Dig Down" by the Muse 

Dig Down

NEW MERCH AVAILABLE HERE (T-Shirts / Stickers) https://dancewiththedead.bandcamp.com

The Man who made a Monster

Summer is always somewhere, and for many people, this means going to the local beach. If you think that the time spent on the beach is limited to swimming, you will miss a lot!  Yesterday at the beach, I saw you and can't get you out of my head. That's why I compose this song. To the Unknown in my head!

Yesterday At the Beach

Sizbob ft. MaLu Music - Yesterday at the Beach (EDM Hiphop Mix)

My goal is to be the first real international artist. I compose and create songs in all languages, style and around the local culture! You want to see your Country/Language represented? Dm me!

Mon objectif est de devenir le premier vrai artiste international. Je compose et crée des chansons dans toutes les langues, tous les styles et adaptées à toutes les cultures locales ! Vous voulez voir votre pays/langue représenté ? Envoyez-moi un message !

Mi objetivo es ser el primer verdadero artista internacional. ¡Compongo y creo canciones en todos los idiomas, estilos y adaptadas a las culturas locales! ¿Quieres ver a tu país/idioma representado? ¡Envíame un mensaje!

No Gree for Hunger

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