The intro is great and grabs you. Love the dark feel to this. The guitars are great. 👏

Yes the guitars are really good, the production is perfect. There is a particular atmosphere to the listening, it is soaring.

Guitar based ballad taken from BW album Calm. Also on BW album The
Singles. Lead guitar & vocal John Hardman. Bass Lynn Sheppard, Drums Chris Glover. Guitar Dave Rea

Round And Round - Beats Working

https://www.tentonflood.com/my-my

Look at the rocks
The rising glow, my my
And I'll be your man
Take my hand, my my
On the mountain
That we climb
Bound for glory
At the edge of time
My my

Father of the tribe
Walks on Mars, my my
Mighty stone
Will turn to dust, my my
Mountain gods
The wind and rain
What you said
"Never live in vain"
My my

Slow moving engines
Hittin' it hard, my my
Crack of the hammers
'Bout to ring, my my
Oh Ivy
Smell the lightning
Penny-sized hail
We left behind
My my

Break in the storm
The clouds are gone, my my
And I see you see
You're my world, my my
Before the gods
We said, "I do"
Gave their blessing
The skies were blue
My my
My my

My My

(Translation above)

Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour double thème : "Violette et Narcisse" et "Amour subliminal".

Sur la très belle musique que DiVaDY m'a autorisé de mettre en chanson :
https://soundcloud.com/divady-j/find-love-again_instrumental-balade

Voix : Miorcos 

Amour subliminable

Quand je t’ai connue, c’était fête
T’aimais danser sur mes musiques
T’avais qu’un mot dans ton lexique :
Paillettes

T’aimais mes bouquets de violettes
Et mes parfums de chez Channel
Mais plus encore ta vie charnelle
Conquêtes

Et mes violettes ont fait la tête
Devant tes caprices de narcisses
Plus la peine d’entrer en lice
Défaite

Refrain :
À l’heure des comptes
Passent les pour, viennent les contre
C’est notre histoire impitoyable
Viennent les contre, passent les pour
Plus trop sublime, l’amour,
Subliminable

Et t’es partie un matin moche
Sans violettes avec tes narcisses
Sans même un début d’armistice
En poche

Plus de likes et plus de partages
Dans ma caverne je m’enferme
Toutes mes envies sont en berne
Naufrage
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 11 novembre 2021

Song written during the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with a double theme: "Violette and Narcisse" and "Amour subliminal".

On the very beautiful music that DiVaDY authorized me to put in song:
https://soundcloud.com/divady-j/find-love-again_instrumental-balade

Vocal : Patrice

Subliminable love

When I met you, it was a party
You loved to dance to my music
You only had one word in your lexicon:
Glitter

You liked my bouquets of violets
And my perfumes from the Channel
But even more your carnal life
Conquests

And my violets made the head
Before your narcissistic whims
No longer worth the trouble to enter the fray
Defeat

Refrain :
At the time of the accounts
Pass the pros, come the cons
It's our merciless history
Come the cons, come the pros
No longer too sublime, love,
Subliminable

And you left one ugly morning
Without violets with your narcissus
Without even the beginning of an armistice
In your pocket

No more likes and no more shares
In my cave I lock myself up
All my desires are at half-mast
Shipwreck
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, November 11, 2021

Amour subliminable (DiVaDY / Myckaël Marcovic) feat. Miorcos

Something Special

90's influence guitar rock with a touch of vintage keys

Steer

(Be) still my beating heart. I know I’m not what you intended,
and I hope you’re not offended by my attentions and my intentions.

For try as I may , I can’t forget you.
And try as I may, I still let you in here

(c) where the angels don’t dare
but the devils swear and play their secret serenade
keep me up all night and day dreaming of you.

Still my beating heart. I know there’s a great gulf between us and that sorry Cupid has never seen us
when wistfully I gaze at you and it seems to me you look that way too.

I wish I could just ignore you, but I wish I could implore you into here

(c)

You make me wish I was younger or richer (a presentable picture).
You make me wish I was somewhat less somber and less prone to ponder
a vision as lovely as you, but there’s naught for me to do but dream of you.

And try as I may I still want you in here
(and back and forth I pace)

Hell's Laughter and Heaven's Ache

Secret Serenade

when the Earth was wrapped in digits
and our cave got awfully small
we were rescued from the puppet show
and the open sky beckoned us all

as we zig-zagged towards the hilltops
some of us started turning around
they said the air's too crisp
these clouds—confusing
and the sunlight's getting too loud
too many shadows marching...

so much softer, our cave floor
and our walls are paper thick
we've got everything here we can pay for
dream awake and dream mighty big

outside the air is a mess
the clouds, they'll have us choosing
and the sunlight keeps correcting itself

our shadow-casters know best—
believing is soothing
we sing "red" then we take our blue pill

know what's good for you, little mouse
know what's good for you

and our spirit's rising
when the shadows march
we can reach horizons
when the shadows march
our seated souls are soaring
when the shadows march
just don't buy what's confusing or boring
the shadows are clear
as they march

watch as they march…

what good's an Earth that's drenched in digits
if we're boxed in sitting small
and even those who run the puppet shows
are content to project on a wall

outside the temperatures rise
the one true horizon is hurling us into the abyss
we don't get to claw back out
if we can't tell what lulls from what is

eat every shadow marching
it’s good for you, little mouse

stay tuned for your pipers
and their shadows’ march
there will be no survivors
while the shadows march
pick the facts that best suit you (aah-ah)
pick the shadows that suit you (aah-ah)
your shadows salute you (aah-ah)
and they'll march
and they'll march for you now

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The Shadows' March

This guitar-driven song draws from different genres of harder rock with a touch of mysticism.

Great Unknown

Blue Tongue

Lyrics:
[Part MOVED TO US"]
  The Day you moved to us
  Was the way - you found your trust - in us
  A bumblebee - with disability
  Born without wings - and so fragility

[Part "HOT DAY"]
  On that day it was so hot
  As i bent down to her - she's got - "my heart"
  There is no way - to survive in this heat
  As she crawled helpless - and alone on the street

[Part "FOUND AND TAKE WITH ME"]
  As she crawled onto my hands - so quickly
  I took her in the car - and  take her with me
  I guess i never understood - that the feelings she could give me 
  Would be as - great as her pain - she’s born so sickly 

[Part "FEEDING AND TRAINING"]
  I just put treacle on some sponges
  And drizzled with honey - she began - to lick with fondness
  I teach her how to climb up high - on a stem towards to the sky 
  Training to strengthen her legs - had commenced

[Part "CLIMB THE FLOWERS"]
  And you began to climb the stem
  Hoping that you will find them
  The blossoms of your dreams
  At least that's how it seems
  That she didn't forget - her native tongue - "i guess"

[Part "MEET THE BEES]
  Climb up to the blossom - at the top 
  I hope you find some sweet - nectar drops 
  The bees which fly with care - you will met up there 
  Tell them which pollen - are the best to gather here
 
[Part "FANCY MELODY"]
  Little bumble bee - without wings 
  Dance the sunlight melody - when she sings 
  The song 'bout redolance - and the joy of this life
  She's dances for us - so grateful to be alive 

[Part "CHOSEN FOR US"]
  When you stepped into our life 
  Was the point we realized 
  How precious it is - to found someone to trust
  You have carefully considered - and chosen for us

[Part "COMMUNICATE"]
  You was pretty god at knowing
  What you want to eat - with the flowers and blossoms
  She had a personality -trying communicate with me
  And i'd be like - "What are you try ing to tell me?"

[Part "MUSIC"]
  She likes nice music - i think
  Vibrations of our voices - when we sing 
  She would listen to that sound
  Whenever we're around
  It really - calmed her down 

[Part "THE EYES"]
  The bees flying their rounds - when she dance
  With the bittersweeting sound - of buzzing wings 
  Her pair of large - compound eyes
  Which covers - much of her surface
  Makes her smile - and let the world embrace


[PART [Happy Ending The Waggle Dance]
  'Come on, let's do the waggle dance
  Dance the figure eight and clap your hands
  Put your heads into the blossoms to taste the sweet honey
  Is much better than be lonesome without wasting any money

  Fly! little bee jump off on my knee
  I fly you through the galaxy
  Through the garden of lilys, roses and lavender
  I ride with you together from april 'til september

  Between and above there are three simple eyes
  Which are able to provide information of the light
  The lovely waggle dancing bumblebee 
  Crawls close to our hearts - in full intensity
  
  The wisdom she has gained has spent her time again
  Throw off your load of the day and do the waggledance again
  We're all will dance through the day and night 
  We're all are fight for the waggledance right
  
  Without any confession without any professsion 
  The bumblebee will teach us, the waggledance lesson
  Thirty days to live is a lot quite short
  But it's long enough for you and me to fell in love

  We don't need any wings we don't feel any shame
  We're all want to dance and we're all want the same
  We're all are equal - we're all feel the gain
  'Come on - let's do the waggle dance again
  
  Fin:
  And when she flies in her dreams - into the wide open sky
  The sun warms her body and she began to cry
  The scents are carried through the air and the heat
  All that we need,.. is the waggledance beat

A Bumblebee With Disability (Waggledance Demo Acoustic)

My Wife
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

Bit by bit small things pile up
And then one day they fill the cup
But to the end she is my life
Nothing to do, I love my wife

[bridge]

She has all sorts, of weird ideas
She drives me up a tree
And what she says, most of the time
Don't make much sense to me

She spends her  days, on her computer
She looks up all sorts of things
Sometimes it's food, or some strange potion
She fills her head with curious notions

She then complains about how I am
But she must see, something in me
She sticks around, most of the time
Somedays I really think she's mine

[instrumental]

Bit by bit small things pile up
And then one day they fill the cup
But to the end she is my life
Nothing to do, I love my wife

[bridge]

She loves dogs and little kids
She would spend her life with them
But most of all she loves her phone
And never leaves the thing alone

She talks of plants and growing food
But then she kills them where they stood
She thinks the world is going to end
That's not so crazy, why pretend

She's always worried about her looks
Puts dabs of cream in every nook
But it's too late, no longer matters
I would like her torn and tattered

mmmmmmmmmmmmm

But it's too late, no longer matters
I would love her torn and tattered

But it's too late, no longer matters
I would love her torn and tattered

[outro]
[instrumental]

Bit by bit small things pile up
And then one day they fill the cup
But to the end she is my life
Nothing to do, I love my wife

My Wife

Rare Elements is an eclectic alternative rock project lauched in the early 2010s from Tampere, Finland. Today, RE-project is progressing led by Harri Sarpavaara. Joel Kuortti (and Harri) is most often responsible for the lyrics. Harri is responsible for the music (vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, bass guitar, keys, synths, drum machine, drums programming, composing, arranging, recording, mixing, and mastering). Rare Elements’ music is produced in its own studio in Tampere.

Feel free to contact: harri.sarpavaara@gmail.com

https://open.spotify.com/artist/3jGSxbCRMnvR0gi8V7tO4F?si=A2cWNIm_QZSe0Tlv0qCoWw

Website: https://rare-elements.webnode.fi

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