Name: Feeling by Martin Aslaksen
Duration: 3 min 14 s
Description: Here's the final version for Feeling, hard to keep up with The Cyanist's talents, but I am happy with the changes made! :)

the soundtrack is wonderful. well done to you 💯

Bien planant ! C’est un super morceau ! Bravo

This is really beautiful. I love the vocal part in this; it's so uplifting. Really looking forward to more of your music.

Beautiful and relaxing. A very nice clean mix

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I Just Want

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Here's the final version for Feeling, hard to keep up with The Cyanist's talents, but I am happy with the changes made! :)

Feeling

I recorded this on my phone with an Ibanez electric guitar, alone yet accompanied by the swirl of emotions, tensions & inspiration around & within myself - between a "rock & a hard place", if only levitation were an option. The art is an oil pastel crayon/pencil on paper from imagination that I did in high school art class, where I was still criticized for "coloring outside the lines" of the assignment. 

May 15, 2022

SKY
Prod. Matthew May - https://soundcloud.com/matthewmaymusic
João Pedro - https://soundcloud.com/jprecordsreposting

"English Kitchen Sink pop".  A first batch of songs from our new Album. Its a more electronic direction. Look out for part 2 coming soon!

That's the way I think of you

Some digs both at Elon being suspected of taking ketamine and the Iran B-2 Bomber Strike, and contemporary corporate HR behavior

Lyrics:

True growth comes from being comfortable with discomfort
Mockery is just the universe's way of keeping our ego in check
Their probing had pinpointed my encumbrance
And had me by the neck
ahh ahh ahh ahh

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom 
And fly no colors at all
Their shout is a rattling of chains, always was
When back against the wall


With trepidity i turned the pages
What he'd said was not for the meek
The best way to cure your nostalgia for the middle ages
Is to shit outside for a week 


They had winkled out my side vocation
Through the free market
In a form of distributed computation
But i felt that i could still dart around 
Any verbal machicolations


HR had me in the fish bowl
Interrogation from dawn to dusk 
Imagine coming down from a k hole
And finding out you're Elon Musk


She started we're not here for manners
And since there's no time to waste
You look like someone who eats bananas
For the shape and not the taste

I retorted bananas betoken
The dietary methodology 
That cellular processing of glucose is broken 
From the onslaught of modern insults to biology

Despite the degree to which this perturbed
She regained her nerve and said very well
It says here you should be in hell
But since you were a backend developer
We will consider that time served

She thundered what I'd done
Was not a smart play
What had gone supercritical with her parishioners
Who ratted me out the other day
Was that I had openly wondered 
If i might not draw better pay as a political prisoner

She bothered to insert the word official
As i was tallying her counter-poises
When sifting through waffling interstitials
You have to listen for these itty bitty noises

She's quite the girl with which to hang
By any available means
I tried to pass her interrobang
Without spilling the beans
But for the unwary
Your mileage may vary
It's best just to keep up with your leafy greens

While extoling her masters' daring
She was wearing me down with her slow rolling 
Since i felt I still had some juice
With her pincer move prepended
I decided to bite first and extended
Low sensitivity control systems will always
Underperform and often produce the 
Opposite effect as intended 


When I got back to my desk
I felt that I'd drained concupiscence to the dregs
Mercifully this was interrupted by my neighbor
Who said
The lion does not concern himself with OSHA regs 


He said one thing from the service stuck with him
The B-2 pilots had a doggerel for when they fly
Real penetration has never been tried
Which doubled as a joke about Communism
And some lady's remembrance of THAT guy 

I had a sneaking admiration
For the ways of this little freak
And contributing to the mystique
Was the ribaldness of his technique


His bluster fell a little flat
I silently wondered if i can
Take lessons on being a man
From a dude who tucks his ears into his hat


He dipped another nacho
And tried to make it look macho
He said they used to call us squares
Then turned up the volume on Rio Bravo


I wondered at his game and thought
She tells her therapist about you
She tells her handlers about me
We are not the same 


The organization's career path
Was a little over sold
Accept the brand new label
And something under the table
And head for the pot of gold
And the ranks of the well-bred
And be led into the library of Babel
By the latent manifold

Buy on Beatport

Real Penetration Has Never Been Tried / Interrobang

It's time to begin
Time to begin
No time to lose procrastinating

Full time to your projects
Full time
No more half-steps, just full time
Full time

Fuel in the veins
No signs of braking
No time for waiting
No more hesitating

Break all your chains
The path is blazing
No steps retracing
No more escaping

The clock is ticking
It's time to begin
Wake up the fire
Pressure’s elevating

Full time to your projects
Full time
No more half-steps, just full time
Full time

Fire in your chest
No signs of faking
Break all your chains
No time for doubting

Momentum's waking
No second guessing
No steps retracing
No more escaping

Fuel in the veins
No signs of braking
No time for waiting
No more hesitating

Break all your chains
The path is blazing
No steps retracing
No more escaping

Full Time

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I find you crumbled upon the couch,
Lost in a haze of vacant thoughts.
I look on your face, yet pain’s not clear,
You think you’ve faded away, but still lie here.

Wander in dreams as you stumble through the garden,
And you pretend like there’s nothing wrong.
When I ask you what keeps your heart so hardened,
You’re merely laughing like man’s shadow gone astray.

The forest burns underneath your rage, what’s become of you?
Turned into a stranger for days, can’t discern what’s true.
Why won’t you let me inside your mind? Seems you’re cursed by a devil’s hand.
What’s the reward you’ll find in this haunted land,
For the dreams you lost?

You drive down the road like you’re in a rush,
Searching for your soul’s relief in deadly hush.
Yo:-in-g u return home late, with burdens in tow,
But no one dares to ask you; they’re scared of your blow.

Wander in dreams as you stumble through the garden,
And you pretend like there’s nothing wrong.
Five days passing; Jekyll reclaims his lost control,
But the Hyde in you mocks the fools’ own demons all along.

And forests burn underneath your rage, what’s become of you?
Turned into a stranger for days, can’t discern what’s true.
Why won’t you let me inside your mind? Seems you’re cursed by a devil’s hand.
What’s the reward you’ll find in this haunted land,
For the life you lost?

At long last, I catch you in your hiding place,
Find the remnant of the fetters you’ve embraced.
Voices call you: “Hey, Don’t ride the train that leads you toward darker days.”
With a sigh, you say: “I’m lost inside these nights! – Please, don’t tell a soul.”
So I’ll hide the car keys to help you stay,
But I hope you’ll find your way back home one day.

And forests burn underneath your rage, what’s become of you?
Turned into a stranger for days, can’t discern what’s true.
Why won’t you let me inside your mind? Seems you’re cursed by a devil’s hand.
But I sense you’re fighting hard to retrieve your stand,
For a better life!

You’re bravely facing creeping fiends that catch you in twilight’s hold.
You’ll become that kind man again.
But a closer look shows you can’t heal the gaping wound, can’t mask the truth ’cause it’s too late.
I wish it were a dream;
You’re just a shadow of your former self.

Cursed By A Devils Hand

Cursed By A Devil's Hand

i'm in love with everything but myself

Labyrinthine

Created for the sake of the Ultimate Game Music Composition course.

Online Assignment 1

An amateur composer.  I try to tell stories in my soundtracks so it's probably abit different than what you are used to, I don't follow any rules x) Huge fan of game and movie music so that naturally is my inspiration. I am using Cubase and East West, everything is played by ear as I have no clue how to write music at all.

Everything I make is available for download. I would ask that you approach me if you want to use it for a project however :)

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