Damn that could have been a Weezer song np :) very good!

very relaxing tune! different from most your other stuff but really good, too!

a really nice sunday chillout tune. rock - dub vibes. a really nice flow from soft , smooth to more harsh, yet always staying on the low-rider side of vibe. dig it!

Tidal Whispers

Wake up, wake up, the day has begun
Shake it, shake it, let's have some fun
Rise up, rise up, it's time to run
Let's go, let's go, the race is won

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Push it, push it, feel the drive
Crank it, crank it, come alive
Own it, own it, you're on fire
Bring it, bring it, climb up higher

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Hands in the air, we're breaking through
Chill loud, chill loud, we're the crew
Move fast, move fast, make your mark
Bright light, bright light, we spark

Hey hey, go go, give it all you got
Hey hey, go go, show 'em what you're not
Hey hey, go go, reach up for the top
Hey hey, go go, don't you ever stop

Keep on, keep on, day and night
Rock on, rock on, shine so bright
Move on, move on, in the light
You're strong, you're strong, take that flight

Keep on, keep on, day and night
Rock on, rock on, shine so bright
Move on, move on, in the light
You're strong, you're strong, take that flight

Don't you ever stop!

Hey Hey Go Go

Dropouts

Under the ground
we are bound
by our intertwining roots

Trees

I AM A PUNK
Music by Overdrive & Marc Freak

Check out the promo video on Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C_mTDqvNwTF/

Another incredibly fun partnership with the always brilliant Marc Freak.

A prolific musician, author, photographer and (as he defines himself) oddity, Marc's influences range from the lo-fi pop of Guided by Voices to the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, via the glam of Bowie and the rawness of Iggy Pop. Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe, an experiment in DIY and lo-fi. A visit to Marc Freak's Soundcloud page is an absolute must:
https://soundcloud.com/marcfreak

Some of my previous collabs with Marc:
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/skinny-jeans
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/if-the-kids-wanna-dance
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/dont-care
https://soundcloud.com/overdrive_music/blast

Hope you like the song. 😉

LYRICS
I AM A PUNK

I am a punk
I don't know who Taylor Swift is
I made a best friend a sandwich and I filled it with my jizz
I am a punk
I spat my spit into a crowd
I do all I'm not allowed and I sing it out aloud
I am a punk

I dyed my my hair all green
I don't know where I've been and my breath's obscene
I am a punk
I have holes in both my socks
Scars from chicken pox
Yet my girlfriend is a fox
I am a punk

I am a punk
With a ring right through my nose
And I'll show my middle finger in a striking pose
I am punk
I'll listen to what I wanna
This life is no fun and I think I'll do a runner
I am a punk

I'm stinking with a sweat
I've shunned all I've met
And I've got a rabid pet
I am a punk
My middle names' Ramone
I have a 90's mobile phone and I weigh just 9 stone
I am a punk

My best mate is called Sid
He cut his finger trying to open up a bottle of cider lid
I am a punk
I've got an STD
A loving family who think the world of me
I am a punk

I'm just punking around doing nothing
But these eyes are warm and loving for the right person

I am a punk
I saw what your neighbour did
So I stole the box of drugs that he so lovingly hid
I am a punk
I just sit against the wall
And shout abuse at all whilst I listen to The Fall
I am a punk

77 still seems fresh
My shirt is made of mesh
I've got a tattoo on my flesh
I am a punk
I squeezed a spot of yellow pus
I ride home on the double decker bus
And there's a punk in each of us
I am a punk

I'm just punking around doing nothing
But these eyes are warm and loving

I Am A Punk

Translation above

Sur un magnifique texte de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot à propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From disappointment to disappointment

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

There's a light in the sky.
There's a light in your eyes.
Out of the dreaming, the world comes alive.
There's a light in the space.
There's a light in your mind.
After the dreaming, a world came alive.
Out of the darkness emerges the light.

Brought down by freak minds.
You fell by the way side.
They found out.
You were the last to know.
Sent where the wind blows.
Give me a free mind.
Keep the rest.
 I'll stay on side.
Held on to finally let it go.
The shadows only showed you toward the light.
After the dream...
You come alive.

There's a small glint of light.
In the corner of your mind.
Out of the darkness, you rose toward the light.
There was light at the start.
There is light at the heart.
Out of the dreaming emerges the light.
After the darkness is pierced by the light.

Dragged up, paid no mind.
You drifted toward the dark side.
No idea where to go.
Found out too slow.
Give me my free mind.
Forget your downsides.
Held on to finally let it go.
The darkness only guides you toward the light.
After the dream...
There comes your life.

Hold up the light.
To guide you home.

Preyed upon by strong minds.
Pressed up. 
Passed by.
When they make cuts.
You'll be the first to go.
The light from your window.
Forget your freak mind.
I'll get there in my own time.
Hold on. 
Or let it go.
The tunnel only leads towards the light.
Out of the dark...
You come to light.

Brought down by freak minds.
You fell by the way side.
They found out, you were the last to know.
Sent where the wind blows.
Give me a free mind.
Keep the rest, I'll stay on side.
Held on to finally let it go.
The shadows only showed you toward the light.
After the dream... 
You come alive.


The Light

Area 51

**The Sun Paints Red** by Laxá & Heima Kvartett is a sweeping post-rock journey that captures the stark beauty of the Icelandic landscape. Jussi Siglarson's guitar lines shimmer like distant northern lights, weaving through a dense soundscape where Bjarne Guðjohnsen's bass pulses like an underground river and Matthias Helguson's drums crash like waves on a stormy shore.

The strings, led by Lisbeth Heima and her ensemble—Sif Árnadóttir, Natasha Guðmundsdóttir, and Ída Sigurðardóttir—move between fragile whispers and powerful, cinematic peaks. Mike Taylor's keyboards add depth, filling the space between with layers that feel both expansive and grounded. The track is a journey through light and shadow, where each instrument paints a vivid scene in deep reds and golds, reflecting the raw, untamed spirit of Iceland.

The Sun Paints Red by Laxá [Post Rock Music from Iceland]

early demo of shifting sands, lyrics and vocals coming soon

shifting sand (demo)

album: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/an-astronauts-tale

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40 plus years in live sound reinforcement.
currently leveraging UAD and Logic Pro
we get by with some help from our friends.

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