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The Water

Aeronaut (2004, 2025) - Take flight into a different world
Originally written on a floppy disk in the year 2004, we were able to recover and produce this electronic masterpiece. Aeronaut captures the essence of 1990s dreamhouse and blends synthwave aesthetics with atmospheric melodies creating a floating, ethereal vibe. This song feels like a journey up in the clouds and is ideal for night-time flights or moments of reflection.

You can find this song on all streaming portals and on Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-aeronaut
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/aeronaut

This song is part of my album "Nightflight" which will be available on all streaming platforms and Bandcamp.
https://too.fm/ndm-nightflight
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/nightflight

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production
Photography: Nadine de Macedo

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com

Aeronaut

This is my single, Guardian Angel. This is an original song, that is written, produced and recorded by Calyx Kre/Astral Realm Beats (Calyx Kreations Music Label Department). 

Astro-Dice Reading: Jupiter In Aquarius In The Third House: This song is a tribute to someone that I knew when I was in middle school when they were in high school, unfortunately they passed away at a young age. May he rest in peace. He was someone who radiated kindness and soul-level compassion where it felt like he was an angelic being. I always refer to him as an angel. I had a crush on him and I just found him to be attractive physically and emotionally. I feel like he watches over me, because sometimes he will come and visit me in my dreams, he is a guardian angel. 

Also, it's about sending out to the universe, that I want to manifest an ideal, romantic partner like him, who radiates kindness and soul-level compassion, who is both physically and emotionally attractive. 

Guardian Angel

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

All Music recorded and performed by: John Baker
All Lead work written and performed by: Dale Norwood
Mixed and Mastered by: John Baker

Wanted to come back with a little AC/DC style track I thought up and recorded a few weeks back. My friend Dale Norwood lent his hand to the lead work for me. He isn't on soundcloud, but is a great guy and awesome musician. So sit back and just have some fun with this!!!

Unified Freak Show

I was listening to some Kraftwerk music, which inspired me to create this synthesizer-based music. Of course, I added guitar and drums to make it a real fusion music.

No Panic

Streaming

This is the second track off the trilogy album set “There to here (pt3)” called “Roll away the clouds”. It would be appreciated if you could listen to the track, and if you like, please comment and repost
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2cm73t1Dyj1B3KYwT0cckU?si=99ae7d29ac774757
Youtube: https://youtu.be/z3xllDlNGdA
Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Vocals, guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics:
Verse 1
When the summer comes to rest
I feel so fulfilled, I feel so blessed
I’ve a new pair of shoes and a coat for a king
I’ve a house I call home and a wedding ring

Verse 2
All those blues just float away
This is gonna be another great day
I can see to the future with positive thought
From deep in the soul I thank brotherly support

Middle 8
Who can take away our dreams
We work so hard like soulless machines
Roll away the clouds let the sunshine in
Roll away the clouds hear birds sing
I’m just like any other 
Somewhere we have someone.
(Last time)
We’re all like a daughter and son 

Verse 3
Years can come and years may go 
Seasons change from sun to snow
I wouldn’t change a thing. That wouldn’t be me
At last I’ve found stability.


There to here  Pt. 3

Roll away the clouds

Modes About Me - Dead Body
Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Dead Body

This is my upcoming single written memories of being young and how you feel things differently at various points of your life. 

Ah, we might think to ask
Where has the time gone
The night still wears a mask
The days are just as long
But would you indulge me
While I say it’s gone so fast
That and we could’ve been much more
If innocence were meant to last
Days of diamonds wanting you
Blink of an eyelid it all came true
Preserved in time perfumed and sweet
What’s a lifetime for a love elite?
Such an age of innocence
It’s gone and won’t return
Words written then don’t make much sense
We loved we had our turn
Love oh love

A life begun shadow of death
On the back roads they seemed the same
One day too scared to take a breath
The next actions half insane
So would you comfort me
While I cry after all these years
Drink to that gained and what was lost
If you can still raise your glass then cheers
Beauty fades the temples burn down
Their foul words still come from the ground
Last nan standing what a surprise
What it cost you see in my eyes
Such an age of innocence
It’s gone and won’t return
Words written then don’t make much sense
We loved we had our turn
Such an age of innocence
You’ve never been far from me
A love song now don’t make much sense
Maybe in eternity
Love oh love

Age Of Innocence

Disguised

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