Incredibly beautiful movements here, like breathing on an enormous scale

excellent work, excellent sound design!!!

Un paysage sonore digne de la Terre du Milieu / A soundscape worthy of Middle-earth!

I changed the pic when I found this one. It represents exactly what I felt when making this track.

#edit May 3rd: I recommend to check the photo of Trump and Zelensky at the Vatican, a great photo and I hope that the recent  "mineral deal" will bring good things... Despite that, I keep the current pic with this track! 

#native #ambient #atmosphere #soundscape

Nimby

Il pleure en silence aux rives endormies,
Un miroir brisé par l’oubli des vies.
Les roseaux chuchotent des contes anciens,
Que l’écho seul reprend dans le matin.
Sous la surface, des souvenirs s’enlacent,
Des rames fantômes glissent sans trace.
Le ciel ne s’y mire plus qu’à demi,
Fuyant l’azur terni d’un doux ennui.
Un trône d’eau sans royaume ni fête,
Où même le vent semble faire retraite.
Et l’onde, lassée de n’être qu’un décor,
Verse des perles que nul n’adore.

Les larmes du lac

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

impromptu 2025-04-18

https://chrisjunos.bandcamp.com/album/greek-drama

NECROPOLIS

Serial lives, where patterns meet,
The unseen ties beneath our feet.
Coincidences, a coded rhyme,
Numbers align, in space and time.
Kammerer’s law, the world unfolds,
Through serial signs, the truth is told
A hat falls down, it spins, it rolls,
Caught by the wind, fate takes control.
In the café, a ticket's placed,
Numbers align, by chance, embraced.
Kammerer’s law, the world unfolds,
Through serial signs, the truth is told
Serial lives, where patterns meet,
The unseen ties beneath our feet.
Coincidences, a coded rhyme,
Numbers align, in space and time

Seriality

Seriality a Hidden Chance

There is a room
Deep underground
Metallic walls
A buzzing sound

There is a man
Who sits inside it
There is no door
There is no exit
There is no hope
Where there's no spirit

He doesn't want to leave
He doesn't want to go
He doesn't want to crawl out
From inside that hole

A thousand years 
Have come and gone
Still hears the music 
But not the song
Remembers summer
Remembers rain
Won't ever see 
The sun again

He doesn't want to leave 
He doesn't want to go
He doesn't want to crawl out
From inside that hole

There is a light 
It leaves a trail
But over his eyes
There is a veil

Lyrics and music © 2025 There Is a Veil

Born Still

good morning, honey

New track by Vuil from the forthcoming LP "Benthic"
Full album drops 06.27.25

https://soundcloud.com/onokayquest
https://www.instagram.com/vuil___.oq/



Vuil - Benthic [FORTHCOMING LP]

My track fom the Petroglph Music June Solstice compliation 

https://petroglyphmusic.bandcamp.com/track/ivan-black-death-runs-in-the-family

Death Runs In The Family

Track 3 of Monarch's Ruin album. Monarch's Ruin is a concept project; the soundtrack of a non-existent dark fantasy film from the 80s. I took inspiration from films such as Hawk The Slayer and Conquest as well as 80s composers such as Vangelis. Of course it didn't end up sounding like any of those with loads of drones and reverb. I'm a big dungeon synth fan and I guess it's a combination of solar synth, noise synth, drone synth and soundtrack music. Possibly Dungeon Gaze. Anyway enjoy the Fantasy vibes.
It was recorded in one take with no overdubs/edits/samples with a PSR220 keyboard, an Akai drum machine, a theremin, a korg monotron, a doner b1, a behringer pro-1 and a bunch of pedals. 
If this proves popular enough I will put some cassette versions up on my Bandcamp. Link In Bio
I'm looking for gigs so if you are a promoter/booker and you like this, drop me a DM.

Lost In The Blackened Gorge

I’ve got cats.
When I’m not here, I’m there → https://soundcloud.com/cubik-lab/tracks

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