Very well crafted song - melody, lyrics and arrangement - and very well sung.

A really great vocal and a very fin sounding track. Nice arrangement and production. Super!

Very  nice,  great  wsongwriting, performance, and  production.  Very  polished !

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Deviation

Trapped

Time Drifter

Drums: Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Lyrics & Vocals : Mauro Elias
Written by/ Guitars/ Bass/ Keys/ Production : Me!
Mastered by Marvin@Tidestudio

Lyrics:

I’m a drifter, lost in time,
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry

Falling in 
my own thoughts

The clock ticks slow, shadows cling
Moments stretch, they sting
Yesterday grips, won’t let go
A heavy weight I’ve come to know

Through dark halls, I wander blind
Ghosts of failures fill my mind
Each step drags, pulling me back
Lost in the past’s endless track

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

Fragments scatter, torn apart
Guilt like poison fills my heart
I chase the light, but shadows stay
Time keeps laughing, I’m its prey

Every second, a heavy chain
Tied to moments filled with pain
But through the cracks, I’ll find my way
I’ll shatter time and seize the day

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

I walk through time, no tether, no line
Moments blur, no reason, no rhyme
A fleeting glimpse, a fading spark
The future whispers, crying for the past

The clock still ticks, but I am free
No more shadows haunting me
No longer lost, I’ve claimed my way
The past is gone, I own today

Time Drifter

Exploring the darker side of romantic love in the modern era. Influences include early British Metal and early American Gothic music. At times harmonically dischordant with a moody and haunting vibe

The One To Call (Live Version) - John Goldrust

Echoes In The Void

The Story

Im actually pretty stupid haha, and hopelessly romantic. I fall for too many people and thats a downfall cuz I get hurt. tbh I should stick to my own, then id be safer! but, unfortunately Im too silly for that x3... dslffweojfiweo 

anyways new music soon prolly, gonna see how this performs cuz sc loves guitar tracks from me for the algorithm for some reason lol

letter to the valentine that wont hear this song or my heart prod perry pressey n kerel

Empty rooms make louder sounds
than bombs ever could.
My bed's still warm but I'm not there
haven't been for good.

Phones light up with "how are you?"
Each pixel burns through.
I've got responses stockpiled high:
None of them are true.

I'll be fine, like static air
when radio waves die.
I'll be fine, like vacant eyes
in a porcelain lie.
I'll be fine, supposedly,
Like flowers pressed in formaldehyde.

Coffee's cold before it burns,
Time splits at the seams.
The mirror shows a person there
Who's nobody it seems.

Every "just reach out" feels like
Hands through heavy glass.
I'm here, I'm gone, I never was—
All three statements pass.

I'll be fine, like dead sea salt
That forgot to float.
I'll be fine, like autumn leaves
That never wrote their note.
I'll be fine, theoretically,
Like stars that burned out centuries ago.

There's an art to absence
That nobody taught.
I've mastered disappearing
While staying in one spot.
My lungs remember breathing
But forgot to tell my chest
Now even nothing's something
I fail to possess.

I'll be fine, like church bells in
An abandoned town.
I'll be fine, like paper boats
That learned how to drown.
I'll be fine, apparently,
Like prayers in empty sound.

They say the void stares back but mine
Just keeps looking through.
I've got a PhD in Hollow,
And the walls do too.
My pulse keeps perfect rhythm with
The silence in between.
I'm here, I promise, just like all
The things you've never seen.

I'll Be Fine

Mes vingt ans, l'insouciance, on mordait la vie à belles dents, rien ne nous paraissait grave, tout nous semblait possible.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7AyQB2ISYM
Paroles:
Je commençais à peine à trouver quelques notes,
Toi t'étais déjà fan, tu riais de mes fautes.
Puis tu partais rejoindre les amis de ton âge,
Randonnée à cheval dans la lande sauvage.
C'est là bas qu'on s'est connu,
C'est là bas qu'on a vécu.
J'y pense encore malgré le temps,
Qui met des chaînes aux sentiments, et pourtant.

Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme le monde, nous portait,
A la lumière des champs de blé,
Chassant l'hiver, de nos pensées.
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme de tout, on se moquait,
Riant du pire, comme du meilleur,
Songeant toujours, à un ailleurs,
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,

J'ai fini par trouver un jour les bonnes notes,
Toi t'étais déjà loin, de ma vie de mes fautes.
J'ai peut être compris, un peu tard le message,
Tu courais trop sans moi, dans la lande sauvage.
Mais là bas tu resteras,
Toute ma vie comme autrefois.
Tu resteras malgré le temps,
Qui met des chaînes aux sentiment, et pourtant.

Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme le monde, nous portait,
A la lumière des champs de blé,
Chassant l'hiver, de nos pensées.
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme de tout, on se moquait,
Riant du pire, comme du meilleur,
Songeant toujours, à un ailleurs,
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme on s'aimait.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète


Lyrics:
I was just beginning to find some notes,
You had already been a fan, you laughed at my mistakes.
Then you would leave to join friends your age,
Horseback riding in the wild moor.
It was there that we met
That's where we lived.
I still think about it despite the time,
Who puts chains on feelings, and yet.

As they lived, as they loved each other,
As the world carried us,
In the light of the wheat fields,
Chasing winter from our thoughts.
As they lived, as they loved each other,
As with everything, they laughed,
Laughing at the worst, as well as at the best,
Always thinking, of an elsewhere,
As they lived, as they loved each other,

I ended up finding the right grades one day,
You were already far away, from my life, from my faults
. I may have understood, a little late the message,
 You were running too much without me, in the wild moor.
 But there you will remain, all my life as in the past.
 You will remain in spite of time,
 Who puts chains on feelings, and yet.

As they lived, as they loved each other,
  Like the world, carried us, In the light of the wheat fields,
 Chasing the winter, from our thoughts.
 As we lived, as we loved each other, 
As with everything, we laughed at the worst,
 as at the best, Always thinking of an elsewhere,
 As we lived, as we loved each other,
 As we loved each other.

 Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer

Comme on s'aimait

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/02PDO44GYjPQo0V8dFOeKk?si=j_qSmI1AROKGo4xk9aMtlQ

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Vocals: A.I.

TRADUZIONE IN ITALIANO (NON IN RIMA)

Guarda il mio schermo, brilla troppo
Conto i like ogni notte
Filtri che nascondono la vera me
Intrappolata in questo mare di scrolling

Foto lucidate fino a brillare
Vivo la vita attraverso il sogno di qualcun altro
I video vengono riprodotti in streaming senza fine
Ma niente di tutto questo è ciò che sembra

Disconnetti la mia vita, portami via
Da questa gabbia luccicante che affronto ogni giorno
Scollega la mia anima, lasciami libera
Ho bisogno dell'aria che respiravo

Inseguendo momenti nitidi come un pixel
Perdo tempo, anno dopo anno
I repost mi sussurrano all'orecchio
Ma il silenzio è ciò che temo

Vorrei un mondo che nessuno schermo può toccare
Dove le risate fanno male, i cuori esplodono
Una vita disordinata, cruda e vera
Non una foto perfetta in mostra

Disconnetti la mia vita, portami via
Da questa gabbia luccicante che affronto ogni giorno
Scollega la mia anima, lasciami libera
Ho bisogno dell'aria che respiravo

LYRICS "SOCIAL OBSESSION" BY FAKEU7777

Look at my screen it shines too bright
Count the likes through every night
Filters hiding the real me
Trapped in this scrolling sea

Photos polished till they gleam
Living life through someone’s dream
Videos play on endless streams
But none of this is what it seems

Log off my life take me away
From this glowing cage I face each day
Unplug my soul let me free
I need the air I used to breathe

Chasing moments pixel clear
Losing time year by year
Reposts whisper in my ear
But the silence is what I fear

I crave a world no screen can touch
Where laughter hurts where hearts erupt
A life that’s messy raw and true
Not a perfect frame in view

Log off my life take me away
From this glowing cage I face each day
Unplug my soul let me free
I need the air I used to breathe

Social Obsession

FakeU7777 - Social Obsession [Free Download]

Sure… save me.
Let’s see how that works out for you.

You say I need saving—
like I didn’t already drown
like I haven’t set fire
to every goddamn lifeboat in town.
Sure, let’s go—let’s take a trip
You pick the wine, I’ll pick the crypt.
You talk in hope.
I talk in clenched teeth.

I’ll smile while you spiral
Let’s call it healing, babe.
You bring the candles—
I’ll bring the flame.

Go ahead, save me.
See how far that gets you.
Patch my wounds with promises,
I’ll just bleed through.
You want my heart?
Take the ashes, take the mess.
But don’t act surprised
when I wear your Sunday best
to burn down your safe space.

You read me like a book—
too bad it’s in a dead language.
You think I’m lost?
Nah, I live in the wreckage.
Your kindness tastes like poison gum,
and I chew just to be polite.
You’re preaching peace
to a landmine.

I’ll laugh while you try
to rebuild what I broke.
You want connection—
here’s a joke:

Go ahead, save me.
Play the saint, I’ll play the sin.
Throw your love at a black hole,
see who wins.
You wanted real?
Well, here’s the test—
I’ll smile as I burn
wearing your Sunday best.

Call it tragic,
Call it art.
Call it “helping”
Just don’t call it smart.
I’m not your cause.
I’m not your cure.
I’m the fucking storm
you invited indoors.

Go ahead, save me.
See how far that gets you.
Patch my wounds with promises,
I’ll just bleed through.
You want my heart?
Take the ashes, take the mess.
But don’t act surprised
when I wear your Sunday best
to burn down your safe space.



Sunday Best

Trois mots griffonnés à la hâte.. Que deviens tu..
Souillac, les rives de la Dordogne qui ont vu grandir et finir ma jeunesse..
Paroles:
Quelqu'un a glissé, sous ma porte,
Des mots griffonnés, à la hâte,
Juste trois mots jetés au gré de quelque sorte.

Que deviens tu,
Toi qui jadis fit la route en solitaire.
Que deviens tu,
Toi qui naguère, sut mettre mon coeur à l'envers,
Que deviens tu.

Le temps étend, plus qu'il ne faut,
Son long manteau, sur ma jeunesse,
Et la rivière, charrie ton prénom dans ses flots.

Mmm..

Que deviens tu,
Toi qui jadis fit la route en solitaire.
Que deviens tu,
Toi qui naguère, sut mettre mon coeur à l'envers,
Que deviens tu.
Que deviens tu.

Le temps a glissé sous mes doigts,
Les mêmes notes qu'autrefois.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

Three words hastily scribbled.. What have you become..
 Souillac, the banks of the Dordogne where my youth grew up and ended..

 Lyrics: 
Someone slipped, under my door,
 Scrawled words, hastily,
 Just three words thrown at the whim of some sort.

What becomes of you,
 You who once traveled the road alone.
 What becomes of you,
 You who knew how to turn my heart upside down not so long ago, 
What becomes of you.

Time stretches, more than it should,
 its long cloak over my youth,
and the river carries your name in its currents.

Mmm..

What becomes of you,
 You who once traveled the road alone.
 What becomes of you,
 You who knew how to turn my heart upside down not so long ago, 
What becomes of you.

Time has slipped through my fingers, 
the same notes as before.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

"Au fil du temps"

Que deviens tu

Flying on your motorcycle
Living your dream
You feel so invicible
So viril

It's rush hour
You feel like doing a wheelie
So many cars but you don't care
You're speeding up

She was so lovely
In the middle of the crosswalk
You didn't see her she didn't hear you
And bang

Now you're a killer
Now you're in jail
Alone with her face in your mind
All the time

What have I done
Why am I still alive
She was so young I was so dumb
And bang

BANG

Entre tension et émotions brûlantes, chaque mot frappe comme un éclair..
La tempête est prête à éclater..

L’orage

I play pretty much everything, pretty badly. Sometimes after a million takes, it sounds ok.

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.

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