Would you blame me  (spaceman spiff)

Would You Blame Me?  (Spaceman Spliff)

/в небе нет сомнений - и не каждый полёт нуждается в карте/
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

white origami sheets
folded into
sharp corners
so as not to get lost in the clouds
and checkered sheets - so as not to get wet..

the maps lied to us with a dotted line
if we listened to their lies -
then we would fold our wings and fall
thinking that we will not find the truth..

where the airfield does not accept
a paper airplane will fly
and its radars will not catch
all the dashing air defense - take off!..

....
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

***

сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

оригами белые страницы
сложные и 
острые углы 
чтобы в облаках не заблудиться
и не мокли в клеточку листы..

карты нам пунктирами наврали
если бы мы слушали их ложь -
то сложили крылья и упали
думая что правды не найдёшь..

где аэродром не принимает
долетит бумажный самолётик
и его радары не поймают
все лихие ПВО —  в пролёте!..

....
сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

to you

#softpop #lovesong #loss #soulmate #gameoflove #femalevocals #sadsong #folkpop #harmonies

losing game

#sad #emotional #indie #alternative #lyrics #woman

Last choice
Last cookie on the plate 
Last flower in the vase
Last fish in the tank 
(Ummmmm)

Always something 
Better
Never as good . 
always second choice
Another took the best
I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest 
The rest.

You don’t even use my name 
when you speak to me
Wishing i was her
But she went away
Beyond your reach
So you reach for second choice
Ummmmmmm

Substitute. Last choice
I’m just the rest.
I’m just the rest. 
(Ummmmm)
The rest.

Last choice
Last bottle of wine on the shelf
The one you pushed aside
For a darker day
But it’s better than nothing
Never as good . 
always second choice
Another took the best
I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest 

Always something 
Better…
Why you??
Why your hair that color?
You laugh too much!
You dress funny!
Why you not hotter?
Why your voice weird?
You don’t smile enough!
Your laugh is raw!
You are too loud!
You drink too much!
You are just:
Too young. too old
Too skinny. Too fat. 
Too silly. Too serious 
Too….too… too…
(I’m just the rest. I’m just the rest.)
Ummmmmmm

I’m just the rest 
I’m just the rest 
Second best.

Second choice
Or third or fourth
Too weird
Too awkward
You’ll do since she left me
Or she died
Or she never cared
But you are … 
Always second choice.
Second choice.
Or third.
Or more
You are the rest
The rest.

When you are the last flower in the vase
Eventually you get picked
But not before every other one has died or been taken
Last cookie on the plate
Last wine on the shelf
Last. Last. Last.

But it’s better than nothing
Never as good . 
always second choice
Another took the best
I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest 
I’m just the rest

Last cookie on the plate 
(Maybe he saves the best for last?)
Last flower in the vase
(It’s the one that lasts a long time.)
Last bottle of wine 
(You, baby, are for a special occasion!)
(Ummmmm)

I’m just the rest
I’m just the rest
The rest!

i’m just the rest

Once in a nightclub on a spanish island, under a special purple spotlight...

Purple Sun

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Fighters is an epic cinematic work that transforms intensity, inner struggle, and the power of rising again into sound. The track begins with a dark foundation and gradually builds to monumental climaxes, carrying both hope and determination.

To create this atmosphere, I combined several orchestral libraries:

Spitfire Audio Abbey Road One – providing the orchestral foundation, recorded at the legendary Abbey Road Studios in London. Long notes, staccatos, and orchestral swells are featured here.

Spitfire Originals Epic Choir – with soprano and alto voices delivering long “Ahh” phrases that heighten the epic and hymn-like moments.

Spitfire LABS (BBC Symphony Orchestra) – delivering warm, soft viola layers that add emotional depth and a classical foundation.

EastWest Hollywood Orchestrator – bringing in powerful brass sections, driving percussion, and orchestral unison parts that push the track forward cinematically.

Each library contributes its own character:
The Abbey Road Strings add vastness and a majestic tone.
The Epic Choir creates spine-tingling moments, reaching beyond the fight into the spiritual.
The BBC violins & violas bring warmth and melancholy into the heart of the piece.
The Hollywood Orchestrator Brass & Percussion release raw, combative energy.

The result is a composition that feels like the soundtrack to an epic movie – a musical companion for battles fought both within and without. Fighters is not just a track, but an experience: dark, powerful, vulnerable, yet full of hope.

Fighters ist ein episch-cineastisches Werk, das die Intensität des Kampfes, die innere Zerrissenheit und die Kraft des Aufstehens in Klang verwandelt. Der Track beginnt mit einem düsteren Fundament und steigert sich stetig zu monumentalen Höhepunkten, die Hoffnung und Entschlossenheit gleichermaßen transportieren.

Um diese Atmosphäre zu erschaffen, habe ich verschiedene Orchester-Libraries kombiniert:

Spitfire Audio Abbey Road One – für die große orchestrale Basis, aufgenommen in den legendären Abbey Road Studios in London. Hier kommen vor allem die langen und staccato gespielten Streicher sowie die orchestralen Swells zum Einsatz.

Spitfire Originals Epic Choir – Sopran- und Altstimmen, die mit langgezogenen „Ahh“-Phrasen die epischen und hymnischen Passagen verstärken.

Spitfire LABS (BBC Symphony Orchestra) – für warme und weiche Violaklänge, die dem Track emotionale Tiefe und ein klassisches Fundament verleihen.

EastWest Hollywood Orchestrator – für kraftvolle Brass-Sektionen, markante Percussion-Elemente und orchestrale Unisono-Parts, die den Track filmisch vorantreiben.

Jede dieser Libraries trägt ihren eigenen Charakter bei:
Die Abbey Road Strings verleihen Weite und majestätische Klangräume.
Der Epic Choir schafft Gänsehaut-Momente, die über den Kampf hinaus in das Spirituelle reichen.
Die BBC Violinen & Violas bringen Wärme und Melancholie ins Zentrum des Stückes.
Die Hollywood Orchestrator Brass & Percussion setzen die kämpferische, rohe Energie frei.

So entsteht eine Komposition, die sich wie ein Soundtrack zu einem epischen Film anfühlt – ein musikalischer Begleiter für innere und äußere Schlachten. Fighters ist damit nicht nur ein Track, sondern ein Erlebnis: dunkel, mächtig, verletzlich und dennoch voller Hoffnung.

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Fighters

Here is the second track of the Peace Trilogy. I hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you for your support.

Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

(from Angels We Have Heard On High)
From a traditional French song called "Les Anges dans nos campagnes", with paraphrased English lyrics by James Chadwick.

Peace Trllogy

Peace Trilogy

Peace No. 02 (Trilogy)

EDM / Dark Electronic 
Eyes on Me is a hypnotic slow-groove dark EDM track from Zemandan. Pulsating basslines, falsetto-driven toxic vocals in bed with hypnotic club energy.

Eyes On Me | Remastered

Goblin Dance

Zhuoma
A name carried by countless Tibetan women – a symbol of beauty, compassion, and feminine strength. A song for the daughters of Tibet, whose voices weave the melody of the heart.


Her name is whispered in the mountain song,
Zhuoma has lived in our hearts all along.
From village to valley, her laughter will stay,
a daughter of Tibet, as bright as the day.

Zhuoma, Zhuoma, your spirit shines,
a thousand voices call your name in the pines.
Every girl carries your gentle flame,
Tibet remembers through your name.

She walks with the rivers, she sings with the sky,
her prayer is a banner that never will die.
Zhuoma is every sister we know,
a name like the flowers where soft winds blow.

Zhuoma, Zhuoma, your spirit shines,
a thousand voices call your name in the pines.
Every girl carries your gentle flame,
Tibet remembers through your name.

When the singers gather, the stories begin,
Zhuoma is the song we are singing within.

Zhuoma, Zhuoma, your spirit shines,
a thousand voices call your name in the pines.
Every girl carries your gentle flame,
Tibet remembers through your name.

Zhuoma

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