Here's an adventure track with strings, horns and some orchestral percussions.
Thank you for listening !

Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
September 1st 2021

A Dream Flight

● Credits
Mix & Master: Pasquale Caruana

● Links
Bandcamp: https://deparrot.bandcamp.com/music
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● Lyrics
Call me, call me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me

Call me as you did
When the sunlight hit our beds
And mornings always begun with a laugh

Call me when I come to visit your remains
Call me when I'm busy reading your words
Call me when my awaking state
Is trying to reach the sleeping state
Call me just one more time
For me to hear your voice
For me to realize
How much I'm missing that sound

I do admit
I could've done
Better when you were with me
If I had known
Your destiny
I would have spent each day with you
But here we are

Call me
Call me
Call me

Call me when I am feeling alone
Call me when I am feeling alone
Call me when a simple whisper from you will change the world
Here I am to hear the sound of your voice emphatically, emphatically
Here I am to hear the sound of your voice emphatically, emphatically
Here I am to hear the sound of your voice emphatically, emphatically

Shamrock

Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi: lyrics and voice
progettosonoro: music

Un discorso vecchio
Un discorso vecchio
Un discorso vecchio
E perché vecchio buono
Una nuova prospettiva
Questo vecchio è moderno

Ho cercato il progresso
Ho cercato il progresso
Questo vecchio è buono
Questo vecchio è moderno
Questo vecchio è attuale 
E’ difficile andare più avanti
Fermiamoci per il momento al vecchio
Prima di sapere dove avanzare

Sono su un cammino difficile
Sono su una strada minata 
È per questo che è buona
Mi faccio strada
Fra le nuvole
Infiltrandomi tra l’una e l’altra
Facendomi spazio con le mani

Nei giardini pubblici 
C’è solo gente vecchia
Eppure è il più bel posto della città
Sono andata a sedermi
Tra I canarini
Che sopra gli alberi 
Urlano volano predicono il futuro
Al cantautore muto 
Seduto sulla panchina con la guitar
Urlano 
E si sono fatti una città di canarini
Come fanno un po’ dappertutto nel mondo 
Si riproducono e restano li
Verdi e gialli

I giardini pubblici
Mentre andavo via 
Un uomo dal viso orientale
Ha cantato forte una preghiera
Come fosse stata per me
« Ah ecco, guarda, - diceva al suo amico- 
sta passando il Cristo ! »

Ok, magari vado a bere una birra
O a farmi un sonnellino
Beato sacro giardino
Pietre
E andrò’ sempre più indietro 
Verso la
Culla del Mondo

Culla del Mondo

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[Verse 1]
I found him slumped against his busted pickup
Where the desert night wind howled across the plain.
He was trembling, voice a ragged whisper,
Said, “Stranger, could you help me ease this pain?”
His eyes were fixed somewhere far beyond the headlights,
He held a worn-out locket in his hand.
Through every labored breath he gently told me,
“There’s someone back at home who needs to understand.”

[Chorus]
Take my last words down that open road,
And lay ’em on the doorstep of the one I love so.
Tell her though I wandered, I never let her go,
And these dusty dreams were all for us,
Even if they never could unfold.
Don’t let my memory fade with the setting sun—
Please, carry my love where it truly belongs.

[Verse 2]
He spoke of nights in neon-blazing taverns,
Of broken promises to pay the bills.
“I tried to make a name in every honky-tonk town,
But the cost was more than any dream could fill.
I left her waiting by the front porch light,
Always hoping I'd come walking back someday.
Now fate found me lying in the moonlit sand,
Before I ever got to show her I could change.”

[Chorus]
Take my last words down that open road,
And lay ’em on the doorstep of the one I love so.
Tell her though I wandered, I never let her go,
And these dusty dreams were all for us,
Even if they never could unfold.
Don’t let my memory fade with the setting sun—
Please, carry my love where it truly belongs.

[Chorus]
Take my last words down that open road,
And lay ’em on the doorstep of the one I love so.
Tell her though I wandered, I never let her go,
And these dusty dreams were all for us,
Even if they never could unfold.
Don’t let my memory fade with the setting sun—
Please, carry my love where it truly belongs.

Fated to Be Dying in the Sand

2025-03-31

formation of the planet

Put my own twist on Larry Heard's classic 'The Sun Can't Compare'

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Prevelen / Muttering

Michael Borth is not just a DJ and producer—he’s a boundary-pushing explorer of sound. Based in Los Angeles, he delves into the edgier side of house music with a minimal yet impactful style, bridging the past and present. His sets and productions blend current house anthems with timeless dance and disco classics, creating a unique sonic journey that defies expectations.

Years of playing guitar and immersing himself in classic rock, funk, indie, and disco eventually steered him toward house music, igniting a passion for producing and carving his own path in the electronic scene. Inspired by festival icons who know how to keep the energy alive—spanning tech, minimal, and Afro house—Borth channels their innovation to craft fresh, genre-blurring sounds that break the mold.

With releases on Ray Collect, Casa Rossa, and several other labels, he’s building momentum and redefining boundaries with each track. This is just the beginning—for Michael Borth, the journey is limitless.