sounds good here great guitar riffs indeed

I like the vibe, makes me want to check out Melbourne

Very pleasant and nice easy listening vibes.

Super crisp guitars and super bass. This makes my day...

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Always Twilight

Darkwave is an experimental music project incorporating elements of instrumental thrash metal combined with symphonic and electronic influences. 

Composing, guitars, programming: Zsolt Némethy.
Cover art: Lupus Photo (Dávid Ujhelyi).

Missa Innominata

Introitus

Here is Titanium, the third and final Single in the lead up to my debut EP. Hope you enjoy.

Covers EP out 7th April!

Titanium

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The Waiting Game

Shut In

https://youtu.be/OA8Tofa3cMY

(Translation above)

Sur une musique de Frank Dana  https://soundcloud.com/dana-instrumental/jattends-im-waiting qui m'a permis d'y poser une mélodie et des paroles.
Voix additionnelle : Frank Dana

On a music by Frank Dana https://soundcloud.com/dana-instrumental/jattends-im-waiting which allowed me to put a melody and lyrics.
Additional voice : Frank Dana

J’attends
		          (à Frank Dana)

J’attends depuis que je m’ennuie
À noyer mes rêves
(J’attends)… J’attends le jour, j’attends la nuit
Que le jour se lève

J’attends le bus de mes envies
Mais c’est jour de grève
J’attends de sortir de ce puits
Dans ma vie sans sève

J’attends de pouvoir dire merci
Si on me relève
J’attends de revoir l’infini
Que mes yeux s’élèvent au

Ciel, qu’on me donne un ciel
Un grand ciel d’azur !
(break)

Je m’y envolerai
Sans aucun appareil
Et je m’y laverai
De rayons de soleil

Et si les anges rient
Je leur rappellerai
Qu'avec la poésie
La vie résiste au vrai

Là, pieds et poings déliés
Les yeux écarquillés
Je pourrai dérider
Tous mes rêves fanés

(J’attends)… Et je retrouverai
(J’attends)… Mes plus belles années
(J’attends)… Repartir à zéro
(J’attends)… Redevenir Zorro
(J’attends)… Croire aux soleils levants
(J’attends)… Avec des yeux d’enfant
(J’attends)… Mais sur l’île aux trésors
(J’attends)… Ne jamais trouver l’or
(J’attends)… Redécouvrir l’amour
(J’attends)… Sans son bec de vautour

Myckaël Marcovic, le 25 octobre 2022.

I am waiting
		          (to Frank Dana)

I've been waiting since I was bored
Drowning my dreams
(I'm waiting)... I'm waiting for the day, I'm waiting for the night
For the day to break

I'm waiting for the bus of my desires
But it's strike day
I'm waiting to get out of this well
In my life without sap

I'm waiting to say thank you
If I am relieved
I'm waiting to see the infinite
That my eyes rise to the

Heaven, that they give me a sky
A great blue sky!
(break)

I will fly there
Without any device
And I will wash myself
With rays of sunshine

And if the angels laugh
I'll remind them
That with poetry
Life resists the true

There, untied feet and fists
Eyes wide open
I will be able to cheer up
All my faded dreams

(I'm waiting)... And I will find
(I wait)... My best years
(I am waiting)... Start again
(I wait)... Become again Zorro
(I am waiting)... Believe in rising suns
(I am waiting)... With childish eyes
(I wait)... But on the treasure island
(I am waiting)... Never find the gold
(I am waiting)... Rediscover love
(I wait)... Without his vulture's beak

Myckaël Marcovic, October 25, 2022.

J'attends (Frank Dana / Myckaël Marcovic)

Plunge pool, it's hard to get out of this without looking a fool.
When your mouth drools, as you lean slightly forward, and your tryna keep your cool.
It's a new school, of thought that makes you wonder how you ever made it through. 
With no cool, somehow made it through. 

Moon baloon, the sky feels close as you float up like a loon.
Singing old tunes, is there nothing left to plunder so you wonder if the moon.
Is just a sand dune, creeping ever onward through a forest full of coons.
Oh an old tune, somehow you make do. 

A third gallon, when you haven't got the money you drink anything you can.
It's hard to change, man, a can of black Oranjeboom fell into your hand.
Oh your fading tan, your laziness creeping back into your plans.
Need a hand fan, somehow you made it through. 

Fast clocks, dig into your shoulders as you fly over the rocks.
In a red smock, laying on a cart as the soldiers run amok.
Giving no shock, you hardly even notice any horrors that you watch. 
It's all ad hoc; but some stuff made it through.


New School

This is a cry for help from someone trapped in a cubicle.  It is the roar that comes after years of humiliating scenerios where someone is forced to swallow their pride to keep their paycheck.  It is the complete realization of the waste of the workplace.  Working with people you have nothing in common with at a job that offers no real fullfillment.

The Company of Strangers (Electric)

One Saturday can't keep your dreams alive.
Stare at the ceiling try to call to mind.
Flashing the things you did the night before.
They've got you nowhere fifty times or more. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll sleep around. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down. 

I never saw myself your low down way.
I always knew that I'd move on one day.
Oh I don't blame you and you can't blame me.
Nobody explains, what becomes of we. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll see you round. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down. 

You're counting down again it starts Monday.
To get somewhere you give your dreams away.
Your fingers grasping at a closing door.
You would be gone, if you could just get more. 

Oh! weekend! showing up, were all falling out.
Oh! weekend! hopefully we'll sleep around. 
Oh! weekend! coming up and acting out.
Some weekends only bring you down.

Weekend

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITARS, ELECTRIC GUITAR , BASS & CELLO
TOBIAS GONZALEZ: PIANO

It´s never too late to fall in love

PARA TI (Alfonso Llorente)

Cover art photo by Matt Zhang on Unsplash.

Track art photo by Gabriel Tan on Unsplash.

Melbourne

My own recording of the song being a little low in volume, fellow Soundclouder Lex (https://soundcloud.com/davemillz) very kindly offered to remix it for me and make it a little heavier..

Lyrics : 

Trust is a traitor, a f cked up illusion
That shows us the truth once it lets us down 
And when we see the truth through this cloud of confusion
It feels like an ocean in which we drown

So we go out and we take it out on someone we should care about
Just to hear their hopeless scream as faith dies out
Well that's what you get when you face the wimp within 
When these tears of anger just can't remain beneath the skin

(chorus) 

He-hey
It's Okay       x2

We go down when we realise that lies are what make our reality
And that our eyes give meaning to this insanity
And that our lives end up in such fatality
Cos in the end, death is our only destiny

My faith is burning, and all I can breathe is the smoke
And my lungs are so full of it that I'm about to overdose
I feel my soul screaming as I feel myself choke 
And I realise that life is but a f cking joke

(chorus) x...

Facing The Truth (Remixed by Lex)

I share music that I write from time to time as a hobby.  Hope you enjoy.

Melbourne

Joel Rivendell

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