Loved this one. So beautiful and touching. Vocals on point, detailed and sophisticated arrangements. A really strong song.

Very good mic equipment !! 10/10 for this track

Ladat’s Support Nov’25 vol.1

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No Stone

LET IT GO

A descent into divine chaos — Throne of a Thousand Bloodlines fuses gothic rock, dark trap, and cinematic spoken word into an apocalyptic symphony of power and transcendence.
Each track bleeds with ancestral fury and poetic prophecy, where empires, souls, and gods collide in the same breath.

Steven Lanier-Egu channels the voice of the broken king — half mortal, half myth — merging the sacred and the profane through thunderous rhythm, haunting choirs, and verses carved in blood and fire. This is not just an album; it’s an invocation.

Every word is a crown.
Every sound, a resurrection.
Welcome to the empire reborn — where every throne converges, and the blood remembers.

Crown of Two Suns

Holding on Tonight

Composer & Lyricist: Antoine G

Antoine G: glockenspiel, synths, drum machines
Charles Eric Charrier: glockenspiel

This is a reimagined version of my song Sailors. Weirder, and sexier. Life is a circus, you should have fun! Sonically, expect a weird pop symphony of electronic instruments, horns and glockenspiel. As I wrote, life is a circus, and this is where this song is supposed to be played. And it's also supposed to be played LOUD

I’m looking at them smiling and I listen to their lies
And  I see through their blatant hypocrisy
But I see others listening,when they keep on lighting fires
And I know their hate will be the end of me

So I’d rather be a sailor
I’d rather die at the sea
Yes I’d rather be a sailor
If this world turns away from me

And I’m looking at these people walking in the street, 
None of them are bad but all of them play sweet
With the forces of oppression, they don’t stand against brutality 
That’s the way things go in our society 

So I’d rather be a sailor 
I ‘d rather drown in the sea 
Then drown below this sea of faces 
Where no one has love for me

And then I see you across the room and you’re looking at the horizon   
And you are the most beautiful  person I’ve ever seen
And. I don’t  deserve your love, I don’t deserve your patience
Cause I have to say that  I’m poor company

That I’d rather be a sailor
That I’d rather leave to the sea
That I’d rather be a sailor
If only you’d come with me
 
We might as well be sailors
We might as well live on the sea
We might as well turn from this land
That wasn’t made for you and me

Sailors - the kind version

With You in Hollywood

Kapitel: Die Stimme des Feuers
Der Schmied sitzt am Rand der Glut. Sein Amboss ist still. Der Hammer ruht. Nur seine Augen sind wach, und wer hineinsieht, erkennt nicht Metall – sondern Erinnerung.
Zelle, der nun ohne Namen lebt, fragt nicht laut, sondern mit Haltung. Und der Schmied – er beginnt zu erzählen. Nicht mit Stimme, sondern mit Zeit.
 „Ich bin gekommen mit dem Wind. Aber nicht als Fluch – als Schwelle. Der Wind ist mein Werkzeug. Er trennt, was nicht mehr trägt, und verbindet, was bereit ist.“
Seine Hände sprechen mit Bewegungen, als wüssten sie mehr als sein Mund. Er formt aus Luft kleine Bögen, als wollte er zeigen, wie Gedanken sich biegen können, ohne zu brechen.
 „Wo ich herkomme, gab es keine Sprache für das, was vergeht. Man warf weg, was rostete. Man schämte sich für Brüche. Aber ich lernte: Verfall ist Rohstoff.“
Er zeigt auf eine alte Kette, halb zerschlissen, halb kunstvoll. „Das hier war einst Last. Jetzt ist es Teil eines neuen Werkzeugs. Denn nur, was bricht, kann neu verbunden werden.“
 „Ich bin jung, aber nicht neu. Denn wer mit dem Feuer arbeitet, lernt schnell, dass Alter kein Datum ist – sondern Tiefe.“
Er spricht von einem Dorf, das unterging, nicht durch Flut oder Krieg, sondern durch Stillstand. „Die Mauern dort waren zu stolz für Risse. Sie fielen, weil sie nie offen waren.“
Also verließ er das Dorf. Nicht als Flucht – als Angebot.

 „Ich suche Orte, die sich erinnern wollen. Nicht mit Schmerz – mit Würde.“

Der Hof hat ihn angenommen. Nicht als Gast. Als Funktion. Als Spiegel.
Er zeigt Zelle den Haken, den er geschmiedet hat. „Er ist für dich – aber nicht für Besitz. Er ist für Verbindung. Du wirst ihn brauchen, wenn du etwas halten musst, das nicht festgebunden sein darf.“

 „Ich frage, weil ich will, dass ihr euch selbst erklärt. Ich rede nur, wenn ihr bereit seid, das Gewicht der Antwort zu tragen.“

Dann schweigt er. Das Feuer antwortet leise. Und der Hof ist still – aber aufnahmebereit.

Denn wer den Schwellenwind bringt, der bringt nicht Sturm. Der bringt Wandel...)

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h

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Broken / Pretty

Pretty Unauffällig Dann

This is my latest downtempo pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

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To Swear Against [out on Spotify]

#grenzen #mentalillness #mentalhealth #fyp #fy #deeptalk #reflexion 

Du sagst, ich soll die Augen schließen

First in a suite of tracks inspired by a walk along a wooded river bank in the summer. Some audio recordings taken on my phone add to the calming, relaxing atmosphere. Enjoy.

River of Air

Symphonic Metal Single Release

https://youtu.be/58B8epsrxH8?si=6GlqN3llawgFpX1t

The Devils Rose (Single)


“Beautiful Things” Paper Moons Mix

Vocals & lyrics by @wild-christopher-lyrics.
Guitar: @angelo-annicchiarico-1

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be rain

I took a new road on my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Sometimes my life it tries to get so mundane
So given a choice between the numb 
I’ll embrace the pain

We are all terminal
You know it’s what they say
This life it’s incurable
It’s just a matter of the day

We all know this
But we choose not to believe
We exist in oblivion
We limit what we see

Sing off key
Live out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Hold on to your loved ones
Or hold on to your gold
Cling to worldly possessions
Or fortify your homes

I saw a girl standing
She was standing alone
I stopped and said hello
When I left, she was all aglow

We don’t know the difference 
The difference we can make
The road you don’t go down
The chances you don’t take

Sometimes we trip
Sometimes we’ll take a fall
But I’d rather stumble then never know, 
never know at all

Sing off key
Sing out of control
The best part of living
Is not knowing what tomorrow holds

Beautiful morning
Beautiful day
There may be sunshine
There may be some rain

I took a new road 
On my way to work today
I saw beautiful things
I saw beautiful things

Music by Caedmon Rigby and Angelo Annicchiarico
Lyrics by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2024

Beautiful Things (Paper Moons Mix)

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

#acoustic #singersongwriter #folk #indiefolk #folkpunk #acousticpunk #lofiacoustic #ukmusic #britishfolk #indieacoustic #bedroomfolk #acousticstorytelling #modernfolk #britishindie #rawacoustic #lyricdrivenmusic #minimalistfolk #pianoandviola #coldfolk #slowacoustic #emotionalfolk

FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

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An Ancient Story.

Hi! My name is Marcus Sander and I`m a producer of electronic music using "Studio One Professional 7.0" from PreSonus as my main DAW! 

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A big milestone for me was winning the remix competition of Robyn Dell' Unto's song "Pretty Girls" October 2014 among over 100 entries.

If you want to support me just like/ repost/ buy my tracks and follow me on Soundcloud. Thank you.

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Ladat, born Ladislav Tesar, is Litomerice (Czech republic) native, body and soul, who writes and composes his music in Chatel-St-Denis, Switzerland. Ladat is not a band in the true sense of the word, but rather a musical project that emerged in 2019 as an escape from reality, because things go better with music.

Ladat's musical odyssey defies conventional labels and freely blends elements of rock, folk, country, and jazz into a rich and genre-bending style that invites listeners to explore the diverse spectrum of influences that shape his emotional and diverse compositions.
As an experienced composer and lyricist, Ladat weaves stories that deeply resonate with audiences and offers a captivating and immersive musical experience, where each song is an expression of boundless passion, creativity, and an unapologetic celebration of musical diversity.

Since 2021, Ladat has been collaborating freely with the Slovenian A7 Recording Studio and musicians around guitarist and drummer Blaž Pavšič, such as Uroš Mohorič (guitar), Gregor Alič aka Hanson or Peter Beznec (bass), and singers Anton Premec, Kristina Jelić, Maja Štebih, Hana Pavšič or Oliver Neff aka Titanic Jack.

To Swear Against [out on Spotify]

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