Ladat’s Support Apr’25 vol.2

High Rise

Parked Car is from Hope Street's 2024 album, Dead Already Power

Parked Car

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Drunk Trompets

All I Have

Lights Down Low

Ce titre, composé originalement en 1994 et réarrangé en 2024 pour MCDC fait parti de la trilogie  ‘des amours tumultueux’ du micro-album PHONOGRAPHE de MCDC .  Il parle des états d'âme d’une personne amoureuse qui vient d'être trompée et qui est triste et en colère. Le rythme soutenu  de la pièce  démontre une force de caractère de la personne face à cette trahison. 

This title, originally composed in 1994 and rearranged in 2024 for MCDC is part of the trilogy 'of tumultuous loves' from the micro-album PHONOGRAPHE by MCDC.  He talks about the states of mind of a lover who has just been deceived and who is sad and angry. The sustained rhythm of the play demonstrates the strength of character of this lover in the face of this betrayal.


Musiciennes et musiciens :

Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles et musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Les M’s  aux brass :
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
André Lessard : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Frank Corneau : Basse
David Simard : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation

PHONOGRAPHE

Infidèle

this music is inspired by the stories of H.P. Lovercraft

The Undefined Force

Lyrics: Fred Offret
Music: Fred Offret
Vocals, Guitars, Synths & Electro arrangement: Fred Offret

© all rights reserved

For What Is Lost

Saline is Dead Hazards' debut LP featuring 13 songs that play with themes like disillusionment and detachment and hold sounds ranging from raw sludge to rock-operatic passages. Saline brings a mixture of fuzz, colliding melodies, and low strings wrapped in melancholy, with a nod to 80s-90s heavy metal and alternative. 

Remorse

The Terror of Love

Summer Islands

Compositor: Rodrigo Ibáñez
Producción y ejecución musical: Rodrigo Ibáñez

Amor Omnia Perficit (AOP)
(Letra y música: Rodrigo Ibáñez)

Si un día pudieras ver estos ojos brillar, perderte en mis galaxias
Pues aunque yo sea feliz, no guardo nada para mí
Todo lo puedo dar, con calma

Y poder mostrarte al fin, mi roto corazón
cosido con hilos de plata
sabor, aroma y calor, de esta callada gente
tendrás en tus palmas

Animus, ánima
seas tu en mí, sea yo en tí
Animus, ánima 
Amor Omnia Perficit

Ven, hay veredas por andar
quiero que tu mirada sea
mi mapa estelar

Animus, ánima
seas tu en mí, sea yo en tí
Animus, ánima 
Amor Omnia Perficit

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Amor Omnia Perficit (AOP)
English Lyrics

If one day you could see these eyes shine, lose yourself in my galaxies
For even if I am happy, I keep nothing for myself
I can give everything, calmly

And be able to show you, at last, my broken heart
sewn with silver threads
flavor, aroma, and warmth, of this quiet person
you will hold in your palms

Animus, anima
be you in me, be I in you
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

Come, there are paths to walk
I want your gaze to be
my star map

Animus, anima
be you in me, be I in you
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

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Amor Omnia Perficit (AOP)

Latin 

Si olim hos oculos micare videre posses, te in galaxiis meis perde
Nam etsi felix sum, nihil mihi servo
Omnia dare possum, placide

Et tandem tibi cor meum fractum ostendere
Filis argenteis consutum
Sapor, odor, et calor, horum hominum tacitorum
Quos in palmis tenebis

Animus, anima
esto tu in me,
esto ego in te
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

Veni, sunt semitae ambulandae
Volo ut aspectus tuus sit
tabula mea stellarum

Animus, anima
esto tu in me, esto ego in te
Animus, anima
Amor Omnia Perficit

Amor Omnia Perficit (AOP)- Menelic

YouTube video: https://youtu.be/3z-WWazmyiA 
This one's kinda our origin story – and we're dropping it to celebrate one year on SoundCloud. 🎉
And don’t forget to check out the fun video linked above! 😄
We were five misfits with totally different backgrounds, sounds, and lives...
But somehow, we clicked! Like fate decided we should form a band.
“Beating the Edge” looks back at that time, the messy, magical moment we came together.
It's raw, it's loud, it's full of heart.
No fake drama, no grand plans. Just real passion, some chaos, and a shared obsession with making music that punches through the noise.
That’s when Beating Edge was born. 🙌 And now we've got so many more friends, here on SoundCloud and beyond!! Thanks to all of you!!! We love ya!! ❤️
Released on major streaming platforms on June 6, 2025.
Released on SoundCloud on April 18, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Two wild souls, keys and drums 	
Chasing sounds, making runs
But no voice to tell the tale	
Till a ghost-thin kid let out a wail		

Synths were pumping, beats were tight		
But he craved the fire, craved the bite	
Rock and thunder in his veins				
Needed six strings to break the chains	

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride  
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

A party spark, a six-string queen	
Five-feet-three but played so mean		
Then she said, "I know a guy,	
Silent thunder, bass so high!"	

Groove so thick, it shook the ground	
Rhythm locked, we found our sound		
Pages filled with names so strange		
Till one just hit like a roaring train!		

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride   
Crashing loud like a rising tide 		
Beating the edge, one song at a time! 

No aliens, no weak clichés		
Just a name that slays for days   
Turn it up, let it fly		
We’re the storm that won’t run dry 

We’re the fire in the stream		
Burning up your midnight dream	
No stage, just waves we ride 
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!   

One song at a time 
One song at a time
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
We will rise!
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

One song at a time 
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
Beating the edge, one song at a time!

Beating the Edge

Music Video

[Verse 1]  
He was born in the shadows of a New York town  
Where the winters were long and the dreams were hand-me-down  
Played ball in the alleys, ran fast through the years  
With his brother beside him and no room for fear  

They caught a killer fleeing, just boys in their teens  
A story passed down like the stitching in jeans  
The kind of old tale that fades into lore  
But Grandpa Phil always was something more  

[Verse 2]  
When the war came calling, he answered the sound  
Crossed over to France with his boots on the ground  
He wrote in the cold and he fought through the rain  
Saw brothers fall, bore the weight and the pain  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you gave more than gold  
You gave us your mornings, your warmth in the cold  
With hands that once held wrenches and wheels  
You held us with love that a lifetime reveals  

[Verse 3]  
He fell for sweet Anna, with a heart open wide  
She played him a melody, he stayed by her side  
Two children they raised with a quiet refrain  
Geri’s piano, Ted’s clarinet fame 

He worked with his hands, steel and design  
Tool and die maker with patience and time  
Built more than machines — he built a good life  
With laughter and love, with children and wife  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you lived slow and kind  
With a collie named Major and a sharp, steady mind  
Made us breakfast and stories we still hold dear  
You were the heart of our childhood years  

[Verse 4]  
When Anna passed on, he packed up his bags  
Left his cold kitchen and the old linen rags  
To the sun and the sea, to his son's west coast place  
Where seven young grandkids would light up his face  

He tried cutting hair, made a bit of a mess  
So the boys ran away but he laughed nonetheless  
He’d fall now and then, and we’d lift him with care  
But he gave more than he took, with his soft, quiet stare  

[Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you gave more than gold  
You gave us your mornings, your warmth in the cold  
With hands that once held wrenches and wheels  
You held us with love that a lifetime reveals  

[Bridge]  
And when Dad had to leave for a business affair  
You missed him, but never let grief fill the air  
You moved once again, to your daughter’s safe arms  
But the winters back east stole your strength and your charm  

[Final Verse]  
Now the house feels a little too still on some days  
But I still hear your voice in those old-fashioned ways  
In the sizzle of bacon, the bark of a friend  
And the way gentle stories come back at the end  

[Final Chorus]  
Oh Grandpa Phil, you're still walking these halls  
Through the echoes of laughter and the old photo walls  
You lived with such grace, with no need to thrill  
Forever remembered — sweet Grandpa Phil  

[Outro]  
Forever remembered… sweet Grandpa Phil

Grandpa Phil

Somethin in The Orange (Remix)

tom.tube

The Queen of Sad Girl City

Antoine G: composer, lyricist, synths & programming
Charles-Eric Charrier: bass guitar

Well... this is a murder ballad. Loads of murders. That's what everyone needs right now

Lyrics:

Lalalalala Young Matthew was singing
Out in the fields on this beautiful morning
He was crouching on the ground in the back of the shed
That's when Ian’s sickle landed into his head

Oh God cried Ian, as he fell to his knees
This was all an accident and I’m begging Lord please
Don’t let anyone tell his family
And he shoved Matthew’s poor corpse under a tree
      
Old Natty Mac Bride was having a fine day
Til’ she found her son’s body and the two parts of his head
And  when she caught a glimpse of  Ian running on the hill
She made a vow of revenge and decided to kill

Natty McBride, full of rage and confusion
Ran to the next house with a knife in her hand
And the young girl that was unfortunate enough to live there
Ended up her poor life nailed at the top of the stairs

Revenge breeds revenge and it’s as blind as it gets
But not as blind as Natty, who was as blind as a bat
The house that she attacked was not Ian’s at all
And the price of her error was soon to befall.

Old Natty was first, and the  others fell fast,
It’s quite amusing to me that Ian stood last
And his demise was the end of the town of Turnstead
As there was no one left to bury the dead

The Sickle

Plongez dans un tourbillon d’émotions où la frontière entre rêve et réalité semble s’effacer. Un instant suspendu, une chute intérieure, un voyage dans les méandres d’un esprit en quête de réponses.

Suivez le fil invisible qui vous guide à travers les ombres et les lumières de l’âme.

Fermez les yeux, écoutez… et laissez-vous tomber.

Down deeper

Soul Of The Soul (for Khaled and Reem)


She didn’t cry.
When the sky
forgot how to sound
like sorrow.
He found her there 
the morning bare,
no more promise
in tomorrow.

He lifted her 
not like the dead,
but like a vow
too soft to borrow.
He gave her back
to God instead,
with hands that held
more love than woe.

روح الروح —
he called her that
while the sky
was turning black.
He kissed her eyes,
still open wide,
as if to say:
“I’ll follow soon...
or you’ll come back.”

“روح الروح,”
Soul of my soul,
he said it plain
and low and slow.
It wasn’t speech.
It wasn’t prayer.
It was a wound
the world should know.

No metaphors left for this 
just hands,
and what they carry.
A child, still warm,
a breath half-formed,
and grief too real
to bury.

روح الروح —
he called her that
while the sky
was turning black.
He kissed her eyes,
still open wide,
as if to say:
“I’ll follow soon...
or you’ll come back.”

They called him light 
Abu Diaa.
A name the darkness
couldn’t swallow.
He worried not
to banish night 
but to carry the flame
through every hollow.

They killed him later 
not in war,
not in fight,
but for the love
he let be known.
He dared to grieve
without a sword,
in places built
to die alone.

روح الروح —
he called her that
while the sky
was turning black.
He kissed her eyes,
still open wide,
as if to say:
“I’ll follow soon...
or you’ll come back.”

But death did not
divide his name 
not in the way
his killers meant.
He slipped between
a breath, a prayer,
a whispered “stay,”
a “go, be sent.”

And Reem was more
than Reem herself 
she was the hush
Between the shells.
A breath so small,
It stilled the sky.
The kind of silence
In which our souls
Begin 
To die. 

روح الروح —
he called her that
while the sky
was turning black.
He kissed her eyes,
still open wide,
as if to say:
“I’ll follow soon...
or you’ll come back.”


Raid Naim

Soul Of The Soul (for Khaled and Reem)

Shady Lady

Appalachian Swing has a dark ambient feel that reflects the mysteriousness of the Appalachians.

Appalachian Swing

Ladat, born Ladislav Tesar, is Litomerice (Czech republic) native, body and soul, who writes and composes his music in Chatel-St-Denis, Switzerland. Ladat is not a band in the true sense of the word, but rather a musical project that emerged in 2019 as an escape from reality, because things go better with music.

Ladat's musical odyssey defies conventional labels and freely blends elements of rock, folk, country, and jazz into a rich and genre-bending style that invites listeners to explore the diverse spectrum of influences that shape his emotional and diverse compositions.
As an experienced composer and lyricist, Ladat weaves stories that deeply resonate with audiences and offers a captivating and immersive musical experience, where each song is an expression of boundless passion, creativity, and an unapologetic celebration of musical diversity.

Since 2021, Ladat has been collaborating freely with the Slovenian A7 Recording Studio and musicians around guitarist and drummer Blaž Pavšič, such as Uroš Mohorič (guitar), Gregor Alič aka Hanson or Peter Beznec (bass), and singers Anton Premec, Kristina Jelić, Maja Štebih, Hana Pavšič or Oliver Neff aka Titanic Jack.