I started writing this song sitting in a field in wales on a camping trip
its a song about getting out and about in the summertime and looking for adventure as the title suggests its a group of memories and reflections on the way i see the world at the moment,maybe the restrictions on life we have had to face has woken something up in some of us and there is a need and desire to get back out there again
written and produced by Jim manser june 2021

Reflections

Original made by FPMORISTUDIO/Francois Pierre Morin Composer

Guitar And Synth 110 Mixe2021

A bagatelle, there are bigger issues I know but flies just get my goat. On a positive note, Ghislaine's photos make them look so beautiful  (youtu.be/XUWzqxtFlX0) and I was able to slip the word 'boondoggle' into the lyric.

Shoo fly don’t bother me
Shoo fly don’t bother me
Shoo fly don’t bother me
Stop with this boondoggle 
Or there will be some trouble
With me

There’s a blow fly on my knee
A blow fly on my knee
A blow fly doing a high five 
On my knee 
Better stop with this boondoggle
Or there will be some trouble
With me

Early in the morning
I’m giving you a warning
Don’t land on my blue suede shoes
Buzzing at full throttle
You know that a blue bottle
Might have something to lose

Blow fly on my knee
Blow fly on my knee
Blow flying a high five
On my knee
Stop with this boondoggle
Or there will be some trouble
With me

Blow Fly

Seasons Change

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco

Morir Soñando

This was inspired by my daughter - who was describing her life and her relationship with school! I realised that most of our lives are like this no matter how old you are.... need to make time to live our dreams too...

Eat, Sleep, Repeat
Verse 1
Another day. Another dollar
Sometimes I just want to scream and holler
Get out of bed and put my face on
Get in the car and the race is on
Chorus
And I’m stuck in this loop, on this carousel
Going round and round, stuck in its spell
And I want to get off and rest my feet,
Bu I can’t ‘cos I’m on…Eat, Sleep, Repeat.
Verse 2
I look around and we’re all the same,
Why don’t we pull the cord and stop this train?
Don’t wanna be someone that life’s passed by
Wanna spread my wings and take to the sky
Chorus
Bridge
The player goes back to the start of the song
And it starts again and we sing along
But I’m tired of hearing this same old tune,
I wanna make my own and make it soon
Instrumental (ba da da dum)
Chorus
Verse 3
Another day, another dollar
Now I really wanna scream and holler
Get out of bed and put my face on
Fix my smile til the day is done.

Eat Sleep Repeat

This is a first for Daniels & Durgy. An indulgent bit of fun we had in composing and performing this melodramatic Halloween themed extravaganza. To make it even better we have two of our best friends, Todd & Mike, joining in for the instrumental bridge near the end, something you won’t want to miss! We recommend a string of garlic and a silver stake in hand as you dare to venture into the mist............................   Video on YouTube for some added fun: https://youtu.be/_XPgAU8Mqms

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2021
Gentle Rain Records
Produced, Written & Performed by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy

Nat Daniels: piano, vocals, bass
Craig Durgy: vocals
Todd Knapp: bass clarinet (instrumental break)
Mike Yarrish: bass fiddle (instrumental break)

Lyrics:

Silence, awakened by moonlight
Eyelids, open wide with the sound of the rain
Shadows, they creep from each gravestone
I rise up among them, as she calls out my name
Calling, her song high and haunting 
Wanting, the lips that I fear
Ohhh, marching, like a corpse hit by lightning
Frightening, but compelled yet to see her

She’s my beautiful nightmare,
My blood inside her, love is in vein
Cold, is the need as I’m bowing 
Howling, In the thunder and rain..
Mercy, I'm begging for freedom
From the life that she feeds on
With the bite of her kiss

Oh, I know you have what I need
But the moon has compelled me to feed
But there’s something inside your eyes that confounds me.. 
A rush that dispels me…
And some how I can feel your heart beat inside me
It’s lifting the curse that’s been there so long
Can you finally save me?… You’re the one I’ve been waiting for….

Darkness, I'm chained to this darkness
Like a slave in a harness, for one moment of bliss
I'm a slave in the mist
With the bite of her...terrible kiss

Slave In The Mist

'Walking Into The Wind' is a mixed genre track.....I can't really say what the mix of genres are though. I have replaced the original post and reworked the end section, which I now think is far more suitable. I can only hope that you agree.

Walking Into The Wind

Here is my latest song with vocals, piano, electric piano, bass, drums, clarinets and dreamy synth! Thank you to my wonderful bf Sander @wane-of-summer for another gorgeous mastering job. You’re the best. 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎶🎹🎧🎼🎤🎵

My heart was cold
My mind was frozen

And now I’m melting
Like a snowflake in the winter sun
And now I’m melting 
When you look at me

I felt so lost
Like a leaf in the breeze

And now I’m melting
Like a snowflake in the winter sun
And now I’m melting 
When you look at me
And now I’m falling
Like the leaves on the autumn trees
When you look at me

You make me feel so warm inside...

MELTING

AxAxC – Am I the Monster?

An 8-track concept record diving into the fear, guilt, rejection, and rage of existence. This is AxAxC at our most vulnerable. From the heartbreak of First Choice to the suicidal abyss of Barrel of a Gun, through to the climactic title track Am I the Monster? and the furious closer Seeing Red.

This album questions whether our unique experiences, ancestry and choices we make, lead in us becoming monsters. We ask for everyone who’s ever asked: Am I guilty just for existing? Am I safe, but never chosen? Am I the monster?

Tracklist:

- First Choice (4:33)
- Fear of Me (3:52)
- Guilty of Skin (4:49)
- Eye of the Street (4:12)
- Barrel of a Gun (4:32)
- Am I the Monster? (5:34)
- Corazón (4:22)
- Seeing Red (4:29)

Band Statement:

This album is the sound of fear, rejection, and survival distilled into music. We’ve written from the darkest corners of ourselves, in heartbreak, in prejudice, in alienation, suicidal ideation and bled them into deathcore, ambient ballads, and spoken word interludes.

We are AxAxC. 
We distort. We distrust. We destroy.

For Fans Of:

#Slipknot #Skillet  #Lorna Shore #BringMeTheHorizon #FallingInReverse #SleepToken #Architects #Beartooth.

#deathcore #metalcore  #screamo #ambientmetal #nu-metal #gothicballad #cinematicmetal #AxAxC #AmItheMonster #First Choice #FearofMe #GuiltyofSkin #EyeoftheStreet #BarrelofaGun #Corazón #SeeingRed

AxAxCStudios™ (2025)

Guilty of Skin

#je suis Lola too 
Vincent Carayol: texte,chant,
Tom Regneir: Musiquehttps://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier/letting-go
Illustration : N.L

Il y a deux mois, Tom Regnier, un ami de la communauté soundcloud, et dans laquelle nous suivons mutuellement nos activités musicales, avec beaucoup de plaisir et d' affinités, m' a proposé une collab'
C'est à dire qu'il m'a envoyé une de ses musiques ,piano principalement, en me proposant d'en faire faire une chanson, et carte blanche pour moi
Classe, Trés classe, Merci infiniment, Tom,
Alors, après quelques écoutes, m'est venu cette idée, ce titre, et l'ambiance..et de suivre ce fil là..petit à petit
Ecrire de façon spontanée sur sa musique,
Exercice inhabituel pour moi
Et c est justement là que c'est interessant
se frotter à l'inconnu.
Alors, j' ai imaginé Lola,
Personne seule , fragile et forte à la fois,
à un moment particulier de sa vie intime
Dans sa solitude comme dans sa liberté
Lola, c'est
Toi,
moi
C'est nous

Merci à Tom pour son esprit de partage, son empathie, et sa patience

C'est Une histoire simple......
J'espere juste qu'elle vous parlera
Merci

Lola, ou la dernière Plage

Dimanche soir, six heures moins le quart,,
Au 28, rue des 40 èmes rugissants
Lola se remet la dernière plage de l’album
Comme tous les soirs
C’est toujours à cette heure là, que ça peut partir en vrille
Entre chien et loup, ça ne plaisante pas
Ca fait pas de cadeaux
Elle s’est accrochée comme une dingue à ce disque,
De plage en plage, de caresses en baffes, de rage en déferlantes…
D’hommes venus, d’hommes partis,
Lola s’échoue sur…

La dernière plage
La dernière plage
La dernière plage

La vie est dure, alors Lola s’accroche aux branches,
C’est la meilleure façon de ne jamais perdre le ciel de vue
Lola se sent invisible, mais elle est fière et forte
Comme tous les humbles flamboyants
Ni princesse ni sorcière,
Lola ne veux pas rentrer dans les cases
Lola veux juste qu’on lui foute la paix
Après tout, elle ne l’a pas volé
Elle n’a pas de comptes à rendre.
Elle a fait ses preuves
Elle est libre, non ?
Lola sourit
Au beau milieu de

La dernière plage
La dernière plage
La dernière plage

Lola ferme les yeux,
La dernière chanson,
Sa préférée, bien sur,
Cette voix qui la caresse, qui la rassure, ces mots qui content une histoire, peut-être son histoire, elle se dit :
Qui sait, peut-être que c’est pour moi toute seule ?
C'est tellement drole
Comme ça me ressemble
Et comme ca fait du bien…
De se retrouver sur..

La dernière plage
La dernière plage
La dernière plage

Approximate translation:
The last beach
the last track, too, i precise, because in French, track and Beach are the same word" plage"..;o)

Sunday evening, a quarter to eighteen,
At 28, 40 emes roissants streeet
Lola is playing again the last track in the album
Like every night
It's always at this time that it can go into a spin
Between "dog and wolf", ain' no time to laught
Nor gifts
She hung on this record like crazy,
From beach to beach, from caresses to slaps, from rage to breaking waves…
Men came, men left,
Lola runs aground on ...

The last beach
The last beach
The last beach

Life is hard, so Lola clinbs to the branches,
It's the best way to never loose sight of the sky
Lola feels invisible, but she is proud and strong
Like all the flamboyants humbles
Neither princess nor witch,
Lola don't want to go in the boxes
Lola just want to be left quiet
After all, she didn't steal it
She is not accountable.
She made her proofs
She's free, allright?
Lola smiles
In the middle of

The last beach
The last beach
The last beach

Lola closes her eyes,
The last song,
His favorite, of course,
This voice which caresses her, which reassures her, these words which tell a story, perhaps her story, she says to herself:
Who knows, maybe it's all for me alone?
It's seems so strange
How it's looks like me
She says to herself, Lola, and how good it feels ...
To end up on.

The last beach
The last beach
The last beach

Album inconnu (01/02/2020 17:16:38)

Lola, ou la dernière plage

Two song writers, two kindred spirits... that found each other by pure happenstance and great fortune, to collaborate and create music together.
To see our separate artist pages, please click on the following links:
Nat Daniels   https://soundcloud.com/natdaniels
Craig Durgy  https://soundcloud.com/durge