Great intro - Love the soundscape - great work!!

Sundown

Fading Things

Fading things fading after me
 Faded pictures in my mind
 Fragile things break quietly 
 Vultures circling about 

And I’ll ﬂy away with you to a sky all made for you where your eyes get back their youth

Painted wings failing suddenly
 Angels shatter in the dark
 Instincts lead you ﬂee society
 Old desires win your mind

And I’ll runaway with you while the sun delays the moon and your troubles pass you through
And I’ll ﬂy away with you to a sky all made for you where your eyes get back their youth.

Fading Things

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Created and performed by me & bitzone
I (voice, guitar, software synths, original Ableton composition)
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone (samples, percussion, final arrangement, production)
126 BPM, D major

Now Is Just Forever

Forever...

There was a time when all the world was young
And joy was floating in the air
And every drop of autumn rain
Was full of quiet glory

And the hours turn into days
And the days turn into years
And the years became centuries
And Now was just Forever
Now was just Forever

But now the color of the sky
Has turned to bloody red
It is too late to live
And early is to die
And universal truth
Is just a piece of paper

Hours and days
Days and years
Years and centuries
And Now is just Forever
Now is just Forever

Forever...

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Now Is Just Forever

Here's a collaboration I did with a cool thunderstorm passing by.
I put a bucket, a metal tin can and a glass jar to make the rhythm and I accompanied on the flute.
After my enthusiasm got carried away ^^
Artwork made with the #nightcafe IA

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Original by Isac 1989
Vocal & acoustik guitar: Docvet

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In the hushed serenity of winter's embrace, the ethereal melodies of the Melody of Broken Cake Plates gently weave a tapestry of mellow, soft, and melancholic snow songs. Born from a deep connection to the quiet beauty of winter landscapes, the Melody of Broken Cake Plates's music captures the essence of snowfall and the delicate dance of frost-kissed moments.

The essence of the Melody of Broken Cake Plates's sound lies in the delicate fusion of acoustic warmth and the crystalline purity of winter's touch. The hauntingly tender compositions invite listeners to immerse themselves in a world where time slows down, and every note is a snowflake gently settling on the soul.

It Is Me, Snowfall

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LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Electronic music project for various genres.
Generating sound from scratch.
Creating my own samples.
Software: FL Studio, Goldwave
Synth plugins: WASP/WASP XT, 3x Osc, TS404
Keyboard controller: M-Audio Code 25
Audio interface: Focusrite Scarlet 6i6
Tuned to 415.7hz

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