I love it, very cool and myseterious, the vocal repetition creates a really interesting backdrop, mesmerizing and dream-like

Enjoying the freaky  and unusual vibe of this one.  Great to hear you still making original and fresh music.  Always full of surprises

Very nice, Imre.  Very emotional and unique.

Daily Drops

Lyrics and vocal by me
I made the music in GarageBand

Lyrics:

The contours of you slowly fade
You who once shone so brightly
Everything you did was stuck inside of me
In all the memories i made..

But was it you...?
Was it true...?

Or did I create an illusion
Of what I wanted you to be
My head is full of confusion
From what I thought i could see..

Was it you...?
Was it true..?

Oh, I had made myself a picture
With what I wanted so see
I really thought I saw you..
I didn't really see the truth..

I saw you...
But it wasn't true....

Was It You? (Original )

"Hunk of Junk" has been written in a digital 4-track collaboration in February 2024. I started with the guitar track, SPH recorded the organ, Cheslain lyrics and vocals and Mt. Mélodie added drum track and mixed everything. When I started this song, I had no idea how it would turn out, and I am very grateful for the additions and the final mixdown. 

Nadine de Macedo: guitars
SPH: organ
Cheslain: vocals, lyrics
Mt. Mélodie: programming, production

Cover design: Nadine de Macedo
Photography: Travelerchitect / Pexels

Where to find us:
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/sphk
https://mtmelodie.bandcamp.com

==== LYRICS ====

Been driving forever 
On this endless highway 
Cities gone past 
Towns left behind 

Crossed over the horizon 
So many times, yeah 
Scenery flying by the window 

My hands are wet on the wheel 
My foot is cramping on the pedal 
My eyes are weary from staring 
At the cone of my headlights 

It's been scorching hot 
It's been freezing cold 
I've had the sun in my eyes 
And the moon shine on my hood 

Will I ever get home? 
Will this road ever end? 
Purgatory of tarmac 
I feel like I've done my time 

My hands are wet on the wheel 
My foot is cramping on the pedal 
My eyes are weary from staring 
At the cone of my headlights 

Hunk of junk don't you fail me now 
Hunk of junk don't you fail me now 
Hunk of junk don't you fail me now 
Hunk of junk don't you fail me now 

Miles gone, miles left to go 
Miles gone, miles left to go 
Miles gone, miles left to go 
Miles gone, miles left to go 

My hands are wet on the wheel 
My foot is cramping on the pedal 
My eyes are weary from staring 
At the cone of my headlights 

Hunk of junk don't fail me now

Hunk of Junk (Don't Fail Me Now)

W-Techno Carousel

Recorded in Modesto, Ca. Featuring Gibson SG Electric Guitar solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Electronic Clavinet Rhythm. Drums Full kit set. Percussion Tambourine, Cow bell, 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Kick-n-it

Bluez Way

Somewhere In Andalusia (For Four guitars)

UnBoxed July 2024
Original composition, performance and recording by the outstanding @gigivanstuddiford
Reimagined and embellished by Out of the Box, this is an extended remake of previously released “My Soul” 
Cover image : Gigi Van Studdiford

OUT OF THE BOX / GIGI VAN STUDDIFORD - You Will Not Break My Soul

ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD

Rozabella

The words behind this song of ABBA is very different to the title, which is very appropriate during this years Olympic Games.
So I was tempted to create this instrumental cover.
Hope you enjoy the experience.

The Winner Takes It All-tribute to ABBA

Mix/Master: Woods Studio

Additional vocals: Fog City Fogey

LYRIC
In the dreams I dream about you 
We’ve always time to spare 
And it seems like you’re about to
Tell me that you care

It’s the loneliest of feelings
To wake in the cold dawn
And the dream is gone
The dream is gone

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
When the morning arrives
With its first sunbeam
I go where the day takes me
But at night I can dream

In the dreams I dream there’s times when
Rain falls down in sheets
I can’t find a door to step in
As I walk the empty streets

Then you’re there to offer shelter
As you hold a raincoat wide
And I fold inside 
I fold inside 
Your raincoat wide

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
I lay down my head
And my heart pumps away
My body needs rest 
But my brain wants to play
It’s the world of the past
Sent out in a stream
I may be an old man 
But I can still dream
I can still dream
The dreams I dream

The Dreams I Dream

Return Of The Glass Swan Steve Coombes & Belial Pelegrim.

A collaboration I did with Boris Luxx from 2009.  Mixed by me.

Mysterious Subject - 2009

Latin Night Coffee

Not Gonna Fall For That

With "Temporary Souls", Esplanada offers a musical meditation on fragility and impermanence. Between ethereal layers, a warm bass, and a muted groove that at times recalls the rhythmic elegance of Fleetwood Mac, the track moves forward like a lucid dream, carried by introspective vocals and arrangements that favor space and nuance. A piece that lingers in suspension long after its final note.

Temporary Souls

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD

IMRE LODBROG

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