sounds great! super catchy! you all got mad skills!

Great break into the chorus. Fabulous song. Great guitar lines treading a nice rock/pop balance.

Great energy in this track. Impeccable production. Professional work. BRAVO 👍

Cool rock song and vocals. I like it. Well done 🔥

As an official member of the group @ModesAboutMe,this is our debut album featuring:

Mark: Lead Vocals
Miller: @ThemysteriousDecibel: Electric Guitar
Dave: @TheFunkyKaiju: Bass

Professionally Produced by Ryan over at True Sound Studios
tssrecording.com

We are @ModesAboutMe

Modes About Me "Happy Not Hateful"

Modes About Me - In the Oil

Album: 
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
https://soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
https://soundcloud.com/thefunkykaiju

Producer:
https://tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
Used to be nothing
Now I 'am me
Please don't push my buttons
Cause I've been running from the things
That make this real 
And I have had enough
Cause I've been trying 
Not to feel
The consequence of 
Always wanting more of this
And I've been chillin all day
Let them pave the way
So I might as well wait 
Two feet in the grave
Four blunts to the face
Six shots and I'm awake

When you read this
I might be gone
I'm feeling how you feel
When enough is enough 
Fear, pain, rage 
And no love
I miss the good old days 
With the sex and the drugs
I'd like to be rich
I could have some money 
Put some gold on my wrist
I got a bullet that will 
Make me a myth
But not before
I play your screams like a riff

Happy Not Hateful

In The Oil

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Modes About Me - Stop Motion

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
stop motion seems like it's haunted
seems right but feels like it's daunting 
vacations not what I wanted
I don't need to get away
the distance is dawning 
this moment is raw yet two sided
I'm blue but a abiding
because hiding inside is so
very exciting

arise
seven more days till the sky
reddens and covers the light
don't cover your eyes
or sto in the cupboard for they know you hide now
the harder it is the longer you bide time
holding the line
thing in the ruins with muscular vines
twining testicular grapes up the spine
of those who would try
to save us from evil when evils a
I said evils alive
from evil when evils a
I said evils alive

Stop Motion

Produced, arranged, mix and master by hLo(@hLo-64)
Music, Lyrics & Vocals: Hervé Louradour
French lyrics and English traduction below...

Cela fait dix ans que cette chanson sommeille dans un carton,
Un fragment de pensée, une esquisse d’émotion.
Aujourd’hui, je la sors de son cocon,
Pour lui donner des ailes, enfin, après tant d’attente.

Certaines paroles n’ont pas besoin de sens,
Elles viennent, comme un souffle, comme un instant.
Tout est parti d’une phrase, une seule, qui me hantait :
« Le Temps qui passe n’efface pas
Les traces, de l’absence des cadences,
Ni l’enfance.
Endormis, impuissants que nous sommes,
Nous, les Hommes. »

Les Papillons…
Ils me fascinent.
De la chenille fragile et prisonnière,
Émerge un être libre,
Qui craque sa chrysalide,
Déploie ses ailes et s’envole.

Leur vie est brève, à peine 15 jours,
De l’œuf à la lumière,
Un parallèle troublant,
Avec nos existences fragiles et fugaces.
Nous aussi,
Nous sommes des Papillons.

Lyrics ---------------------
COMME DES PAPILLONS:
Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces 
De l’absence des cadences 
Ni l’enfance
 Endormis impuissants que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’élimine pas les âmes 
Ni les blâmes 
Etonnés par les ombres que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Refrain (X2):
 Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’orée du jour

Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces
 Des désirs si tenaces
 Qui nous lassent
 Emportés par les vagues qui nous assomment 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’empêche pas l’errance
 De nos rêves 
Qui s’achèvent
 Décimés par nos guerres imbéciles  
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’Orée du jour

--------------------------------------------------
Ten years ago, this song lay dormant in a drawer,
A fragment of thought, a sketch of emotion.
Today, I release it from its cocoon,
To finally give it wings, after so much waiting.

Some words don’t need meaning,
They come like a breath, like a fleeting moment.
It all began with a single phrase, one that haunted me:
"Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans"

Butterflies…
They fascinate me.
From a fragile, imprisoned caterpillar,
Emerges a free being,
Breaking its chrysalis,
Unfurling its wings, and taking flight.

Their lives are brief, barely 15 days,
From egg to light,
A troubling parallel,
With our fragile, fleeting existences.
We too,
Are butterflies.

Lyrics ---------------------
LIKE BUTTERFLIES 
Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces 
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans

Time goes by
Doesn’t obliterate the souls
Nor the blames
Stunned as we are by our shadowy figures
We Humans

Refrain. 
 We then stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Time goes by
Doesn’t erase the traces 
Of stubborn desires
That wear us down
Benumbed  as we are by rolling waves 
We humans

Time goes by
And our dreams keep wandering
So close to their end
Wiped out by our domestic feuds
We Humans

Then we stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Traduction par Gérard Hugues

Comme des Papillons

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-sommeil-du-matamore
translation above
Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Le sommeil du matamore

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vont vous chanter leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Je moissonne des capucines,
Des mandragores de couleur
Les soirs de brume sur la colline
Sur des losanges de sept lieues

Je pense à des mots de saisons
Comme l’amour jamais cassé
Comme l’extase des matins
Comme la pitié un vendredi

Je traverse des macadams
Dans des souliers de carabin
Rouges qui exhalent la mort 
Comm’ les bottes de Saint-Pierre

Les moralistes, parlons-en !
Ils nous tartinent le melon !
Allez pointer, mais allez donc
À vos comptoirs de xénophobes

Les prophètes ont signé un pacte :
Ces fous de Dieu qui puent de l’âme
Et qui refoulent du malheur,
Sonnent les cloches de leurs blâmes

Ils sont tous là comme des loups
Fumant des pieds sur leur empire
Pour Dieu, la mort c’est l’habitude
De nettoyer ses souvenirs

Quand la lumière se fait courage
C’est toujours l’autre qui a tort
Il n’aime que ce qu’il ignore
Ses essuie-glaces sont en panne

Tous leurs couloirs cassent la vie
Avec leurs portes colmatées
Surtout la nuit, elles me font mal.
Et j’entends ricaner les hyènes

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vous ont chanté leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 7 août 2024

The matamore's sleep

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Will sing you their oration
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

I harvest nasturtiums,
Colored mandragores
On foggy evenings on the hill
On seven-league rhombuses

I think of seasonal words
Like love never broken
Like the ecstasy of mornings
Like pity on a Friday

I cross macadams
In red shoes
Red with the smell of death 
Like Saint Peter's boots

Let's talk about moralists!
They're spreading the melon!
Go and punch the clock
To your xenophobic counters

The prophets have signed a pact:
God-fearing fools who stink of the soul
And repress misfortune,
Ring out their bells of blame

They're all out there like wolves
Smoking their empire with their feet
For God, death is the habit
To cleanse one's memories

When light becomes courage
It's always the other who's wrong
He only loves what he doesn't know
His windshield wipers are out of order

All their corridors break life
With their clogged doors
Especially at night, they hurt me.
And I hear the hyenas cackling

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Have sung their oration to you
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Music : Myckaël Marcovic, August 7, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Modes About Me - Make You Mad

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
I like to fight
because I like to make you mad
make you mad
cause it makes me feel better
apart even though we are together
don't start
cause it's kind of like forever
one, two, three more times
and I can feel myself grow
will you be my valentine
watch me as I row
across the ocean on a boat
look at the moon
look at the sky
take another fucking flight 
right into your eye

we got cups
trucks
cheap beer
good luck
when we in the barn
we turn up
cause we work hard
and we give no fucks
who the little lady with the short shorts on
do a little spin take them bad boys off
five outta Ten 
but imma take her home yeah
girls out here know how to get down man
remember when the lantern fell
burnt the place down
with the flames of hell
remember when we blamed the horse
now he's glue to hang a memory 
of them at the morgue yeah yeah
I can still smell the smell
and the screams
they echo in unison

Make You Mad

The Wild Hunt

Modes About Me - Bottom of the Waterfall

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
there's a mirror
at the end of the earth
if you look long enough
you can see the truth
there's a lesson
at the end of it all
in a message in a bottle
at the bottom of the waterfall
get it
go get it
good riddance
just kidding 
just go
god as my witness
you better get it
even though I bet my soul
that you end up missing

and it's great to be alive
live another day
take another life
I'm fading out of patience 
and the bandwidth I've been running
has been making me feel latency
change my ways bitch that's not fun
change my ways bitch I wanna die young
but I can't die young
If I don't die soon
cause I'm bout to be 30 
and they call me old dude
call me old dude cause my skin is grey
abuse this body can take
now never will I ever have to lay awake
thinkin bout the things I can never change
 

Bottom of the Waterfall

Produced and written by Sarah Paradise-Brown

I see you in the glass
Your eyes are mine
A flicker of hope
In a torn design

One hand reached softly
The other withdraws
I’m bound to your rhythm
Your unspoken laws

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

Two of me
Like a tide and the moon
One brings the dusk
The other the bloom

A dancers reflection
A strange symphony
Tangled endlessly dancing
Two of me

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

Two of me

In the quiet skies
I hear your softly say
We’re both the same
Don’t turn away
And though we are one
Not two I see
I must embrace 
Two of me
Two of me

Two of me like fire and rain
One self destructs
The other downs the flame
I trace the lines
Of who I cannot be
Forever bound
To two of me

In shadows and sunlight
My story is told
Both sides wrestle
Both young and old
She tells me a secret
That I'll never share
A battle of heart
In the clear cold air

You scatter my dreams
Like leaves in the breeze
Yet promise me warmth
With the voices that freeze
Your laughter creeps in
Through every door
Your silence grips me
Leave me unsure
We dance in the moonlight
Both tied yet free
Bound by your longing 
Your duality

We dance in the moonlight
Both tied yet free
Bound by your longing 
Your duality

2 of Me

Floating with the Clouds (storm)

Modes About Me - It Dies With Them

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
there's whispers from outside the tent
to vent
is all I have left
weapons on weapons on deck
these people aren't real
just a means to the end
instant regret
thinking descends into doing 
and doing is what I resent
they know my secret
now it dies with them

so fat over there like a pear
with a face so ugly and I bet you don't care
bout the way that they stare 
when you come into town
and your underwear are brown 
kinda wish you were dead
if you ever get married then
I hope that she dies
when you cry 
cause your face turns red
at the funeral they said
that you were sleeping with your dad
and the baby they had
came out and it was black
grabbed his chest and had a little heart attack
your mom dies in side at the sight of that
then you got home and you found out
that your cat ran away
the cancer decided 
to make its way to the brain

It Dies With Them

For anyone who's ever been angry with time.

The Thief

This is the most ancient love song in the world,  by the Sumerian goddess Inanna to her lover, the shepherd Dumuzi. 

You find lots of erotic imagery in the arts connected to the temple sex rites of the Fertile Crescent, which were about the Divine Marriage or Alchemical Marriage. This poem, attributed to Inanna, comes from the Isin-Larsa period (2017-1763 BCE) in Uruk, in which the EN-priest or king would engage in sexual congress with Inanna’s representative from the ranks of ENTU-priestesses.

There would have first been a royal procession to the giparu, Inanna’s temple, and the whole ritual would have concluded with a rich and lavish wedding feast. (If you'd like to read more, my article is here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2023/05/15/inanna-queen-of-heaven-and-sumerian-womb-shamans/) 

The music and vocals are via the auspices of Udio.

Inanna's Song (erotic)

I wrote these words during a shamanic darkness initiation in 2005, in which I'd been blindfolded and kept in the dark for three days. Someone put a pad and pen in my hand. I couldn't even see what I was writing. It turned out to be my first ever poem. I didn't know then that I was writing a song that I'd be making the music for with Suno, and putting on Soundcloud two decades later! 🙏

The absence of light over a long period causes the brain to produce its own natural DMT and so the visions are as good as with any other psychotropic substance, like peyote or magic mushrooms.

Words:

Black black black 
Deepest velvetest black...
The land of the Midnight Sun.
Where iridescent white lilies glow 
And shimmer.
Where vast cathedrals rise up and fall.
Where vibrant rainbow feathers flutter by
And then dissolve.
Where the World Tree reaches up to heaven.
Where glittering winged dragonflies zoom in
And then disappear
Where huge caverns drip with shimmering stalactites,
And then open up into tunnels of light.
Where the beauteous Lady resides.
Silver sylvan groves appear before my eyes
And a bough on the World Tree springs
As the firebird leaves it, and soars.
Let me ever remain in this paradise
Of the Darkness.

Lyrics by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2025

Music and vocals by Suno.

The Darkness

Modes About Me - Bones and Blight

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Bones and Blight

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