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Ladat’s Support Jan’25 vol.2

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The Call of the Hangar

Not all things fade by nature. Some are made to disappear.

Evanescent Frequency mirrors a world where decay is no longer organic but imposed, where lifespans—of objects, ideas, and even sound—are carefully engineered to be short-lived. In nature, resonance lingers, and silence comes gradually. But in an age of programmed obsolescence, disappearance is manufactured, ensuring that what was once essential is discarded before its time.

The music unfolds in this same manufactured cycle. It begins with fragments—small pulses of energy, scattered textures that gradually coalesce, gaining complexity and momentum. Harmonies expand, orchestration thickens, and layers accumulate, reflecting the illusion of permanence and progress.

At its peak, the structure begins to dissolve. But this is not destruction—it is an unraveling, an enforced stillness that overtakes what was once vibrant. The density of sound fades into weightlessness, harmonies drift apart, and resonance becomes ghostly, as if the music itself is slipping away into the unreachable. The frequencies do not end abruptly but instead dissolve into an ethereal quiet, mirroring the way things vanish from use yet never fully disappear.

Evanescent Frequency is a meditation on impermanence, on the forces that decide what is allowed to endure and what is designed to be forgotten. It asks us to listen—to what fades, to what remains, and to the silence left behind.

Evanescent Frequency for Orchestra (BBC Symphony Orchestra Virtual Library_Pre-Release)

Sometimes, life feels like being a dune in the desert—scorching hot and bitterly cold all in the same day, and as fleeting as the wind. But even the desert is full of life.

Dune

Storm Whispers

Life in constant motion
Not a chance to unwind
We Bury all emotion
Stay focused and aligned
This Life it moves so fast
And It’s a relentless race
But I can’t forget the magic
Of that old familiar place

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

Holding on to moments 
Like precious grains of sand
Life in the hourglass
Is slipping through our hands
Faces disappearing 
into the flow of time
Never understanding that 
We were living in our prime

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 
Feels so long ago

And as the years press on
And the grievances grow
So much resentment from
A thousand years ago
All that has been forgotten 
And all you bet remains
Are the precious memories
Of my most cherished days

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 

Remember the good times
It’s what makes life worth while
These times will make you smile
And keep your heart alive

Remember Good Times

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

There’s a place where the mountains sigh,
Where the rivers hum and the stars won’t die.
Dreams and memories blend as one,
Under skies that burn with an endless sun.

The wind carries songs of a life I’ve known,
Through fields I’ve sown and a love I’ve grown.
Every step I’ve taken, every path I’ve roamed,
Has led me here, to this place I call home.

A perfect world, where the wild runs free,
Built from the threads of my history.
No shadows fall, no storms arise,
Just endless skies where my heaven lies.

There’s a woman’s laugh in the summer air,
Her touch as light as the morning’s prayer.
Good horses graze where the meadows gleam,
And the peace I’ve found feels just like a dream.

A perfect world, where the wild runs free,
Built from the threads of my history.
No shadows fall, no storms arise,
Just endless skies where my heaven lies.

Time doesn’t matter; it drifts away,
Here, every sunrise feels like it stays.
Death had no fangs, it was soft and kind,
And it carried me here, where the stars align.

A perfect world, where the wild runs free,
Built from the threads of my history.
No shadows fall, no storms arise,
Just endless skies where my heaven lies.

If you wonder where I’ve gone to stay,
Follow the light at the break of day.
In the fields and skies where the wild runs high,
You’ll find me there, where my heaven lies.

Where My Heaven Lies

A spark in the chaos, a glance in the night
Two particles drifting, colliding in flight
A billion to one, we still found our way
Through the cosmic confusion, you asked me to stay

We defied the odds, we broke the rules
In this world of chance, we're nobody's fools
Even if it's fleeting, I'll take the fall
'Cause finding you feels like beating them all

Time's an equation that none can escape
The longer we hold, the more things break
But I'd take the risk, rewrite every line
Just to know that for now, you are mine

We defied the odds, we broke the rules
In this world of chance, we're nobody's fools
Even if it's fleeting, I'll take the fall
'Cause finding you feels like beating them all

Maybe it breaks
maybe it bends
like a flicker of wonder
that quietly mends

It echoes through silence
then rises, ascends
a moment unmeasured
that somehow transcends

You and I
against the pull of entropy
The odds were wrong
You’re my improbability

My Improbability

Rose Sea

I am a wreck inside and I know you struggle too, if I can't help me how can I try saving you?

Saving You

Warped

J.D.: Vox, Guitars, Bass, Mixer, Producer
Thomas: Drums

The Call of the Hangar

Nostalgic Echoes