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If there is a place called heaven, it would be here!

Southern Island

Southern Island (南の島)

This musical project began in summer 2021. Two people. Two different views on things combined into something more. The work on the debut album took almost three long years. But slowness helped to achieve the desired result in sound and overall concept of the album..
 
Genre? Good question. Basically it's heavy metal (of course) but also included more sub styles: from soft acoustic moments to aggressive extreme parts. Literally different colors of music. Debut Album “Road To Nothing” it's just the beginning of Artesea’s Adventure.
To be (definitely) continued … Much More Songs, Much More Albums.

Days Of Confusion

My Lovesong To You

If i were a rich man
I'll tell what I'd do
I'd bring all my treasures to you
If I were the king
I could make you a queen
With a beautiful, crown on your head

But I aint got diamonds
And I aint got gold
My gifts coming straight from the heart
And this is my hymn to you
It's the best I can do
This is my lovesong to you

If I were a sailor
Out on the sea
The wind would send my love to you
No matter if you
Are so far away
I always, stand by you, some way

Years may go by
And the time my fly
But darling, my love never dies
And this is my hymn to you
It's the best I can do
This is my lovesong to you

(bouzouki solo)
(chorus2 repeat)

This is my hymn to you
It's the best I can do
This is my lovesong to you
This is my lovesong to you



Words and music written by Patrik Eriksson
Production and performance by Patrik Eriksson

My Lovesong To You

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Guitar, Keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering.
If you have the time.... Please repost!

**"Gold Boulevard"**

In the city of razor tongues and neon lights,
Where laughter hides the poison and the fights,
There walks a man with wry smile upon his face,
In a sardonic friendship, no one can trace.

Sardonic friendship, a dance of deceit,
A two-step of laughter, but hearts incomplete,
Fools Gold Boulevard, where the jesters reign,
In a world of illusions, we forever remain.

Beneath the facade of witty banter and charm
Lies a twisted allegiance, doing no harm
But the cynics and jokers, they understand
The allure of Fools Gold Boulevard's hand in hand.

Sardonic friendship, a dance of deceit
A two-step of laughter, but hearts incomplete
Fools Gold Boulevard, where the jesters reign
In a world of illusions, we forever remain

Solo

Beneath the surface, beneath the veils
Lies the truth we dare not to unveil
The bond of humor, the bond of pain
In Fools Gold Boulevard, we remain

So raise a toast to the friends we pretend
In the shadows of laughter, in the echoes of the end
Fools Gold Boulevard, a timeless masquerade
In this sardonic friendship, our secrets are laid

Gold Boulevard

Many thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived here on our little globe. Did they have any idea of the future..... and if so what was "future" for them? "Tomorrow, next week, or next year?" Did they even have a word for future? Or was life exclusively about develop and expand the group and getting food for the day? Or did they, too, have other goals and meaning with their lives?

Lyrics and vocals: Our dear poet Peter, https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix and Production; Seagull, https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Calm Stream

    I have no words, just thoughts, like these
    Of primal cravings, fears and needs.
    My leathered skin, yet young, seems older
    Browned and cracked I shiver colder
    Depicting beasts muralled large within my cave, 
    Their fatty flesh my empty gut to crave.

    Bursting fires from the frozen mountain thread
    And weave and belch and burn and spit of ochres red.
    The very poison whence my paintbox palette grows
    'Neath the toxic gases twixt congealing lava flows.
    In these extremes we live, but few, the young into
    the perma-sleep will often fall 
    And not so old, our eldest ageing too, follow close
    upon the darkest terror's call.

    Meat and heat is all I need,
    Stone and bone, all I own.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

    Strip the skin, spit the pips,
    Moisturise the burning lips.
    Skin the flesh, strip it clean.
    Cleanse it in the calming stream.

Ancient Man - Seagull & Peter

Play With Delay

Written and recorded before breakfast. I  later re-did backing though and used subscription to re-upload 

Please let me let you down
I'm just a clown
My mind isn't sound 
It's known around town
Could you let me let you down?
Do let me lay about 
I've never been stout 
In my struggle with doubt 
Until I get gout
Please let me lay about 
Why don't we embrace love?
Why don't we embrace love?
Why don't we embrace love?
Embrace love
Would you let me let you lie?
Let your heart calcify 
I couldn't let myself comply 
Quite brave for a wise guy 
Would you let me let you lie?
Never could let you let me down
With words and deeds that confound
So let's wear a long gown 
And watch the sun going down 
Never never never let me let you down
Never let me let you down

Never Let Me Let You Down

un nouveau chill, à la croisée des rêveries du piano, à la tombée du jour

Ode à la nuit tombée

A heartfelt orchestral journey that begins with gentle piano and strings, building toward an emotional peak carried by harp and soaring melodies. A melody for new beginnings and unwavering optimism.

@user-92820487, @anastasiya-ihnatovich  
This might be just your thing

Rise into Hope (Orchestral)

CVLRFCKSU ~ WAVES 

PRODUCED BY 
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Luka The SIN
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GUEST PARTS
Emanuelle Dult
CAVALIER 

COVER BY
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Jewel junkie

NOT FOR SALE 

SYNTHETIC 2025

DX7 LOOP SONG (feat. Luka The SIN)

Amateur de musique, de philosophie, de poésie, je n 'ai pas d'autre culte que l'amitié. J'aime écrire et mettre en musique, j'aime mélanger les genres, et mon piano aux boucles pour étoffer l'un, vivifier les autres, les déranger parfois. La musique ne connaît pas de barrière, sauf de corail!

ma musique est également publiée sur bandcamp avec comme nom d'artiste : semellesdevent

Ode à la nuit tombée

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