Well put together track - well produced and written and sung !

Awesome, love the prof acoustic pop feel, really interesting mix of genres

Wow man, You are on a roll. Your ideas are flowing. Keep it going.

i really like the vocals but please calm down with the vocoder

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - End Of The World

Song 1

End Of The World

165BPM

CMAJOR

Lyrics

I
I was unyielding
Then I was defeated when I'm in the building
Guns to the ceiling
I want a new meaning
But what's a new meaning
With a meaningless reason
Zombie need blood from the blood bank
Zombie need flesh from the heart break
Me myself and you need a loot crate
You your self and I need a new way

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me 

Acid rain
Is falling down
Not that it matters much cause
Every part of town
Is infected by parasitic minds
They manipulate and paralyze 
Until you can’t get up 
Where is the love

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me 

Raise your hands up
If you could be a better
You could be a better you
Raise your hands up 
If you like to live your life 
With a positive attitude 
Raise your hands up
If you could be a better
You could be a better you
Raise your hands up 
I like to live my life with a negative attitude

I woke up from a terrible dream
I woke up and there was nothing to be
I woke up in a puddle of piss
With nothing but a list of all the people I miss

But you know it
That we won’t change 
Cause we never do 
Til it’s too late
when I die 
Of old age
Live the same lie 
Live the same lie
Replay

So this is the end of the world
Gotta zombie eating my flesh 
Hope I die of blood loss
So I don’t eat my dog
I really think I’m gunna hurl 
Because of naughty deeds
Done by those who share the same heartbeats
Much like you and me

Buffalo Avenue

End Of The World

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - End Of The World

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Poseidon

Song 2

Poseidon

115BPM

DMAJOR

Lyrics

We were stuck by the lighthouse
Waiting for the rogue waves to come
Crashing down on us
Wash me away 
Oh the currents got a hold on me
Wash me away 
Oh Poseidons’ got a hit on my head

Consequence is tragedy
Hold my hand
The seven seas
Devour me
Heavens peak
Higher than the underneath
Do you want my soul to keep
The waters deep don't leave the beach
Don't leave the beach
Running from the rising greif 
It's starting to take hold of me 
Like you it moves so silently
But silence is my everything
It's better than expecting death
When silence is your everything
Everything is in your head
No wonder why there's nothing left
No wonder why there's nothing left
Take my hand and hold your breath
I'm nothing but a beating chest
Suffering
Suffering the consequence

We were stuck by the lighthouse
Waiting for the rogue waves to come
Crashing down on us
Wash me away 
Oh the currents got a hold on me
Wash me away 
Oh Poseidons’ got a hit on my head

Blackened clouds
Consequence for pretentious mouth
Honestly did you think that one good deed, 
Would save your soul? 
This is Godspeed
Rock the ship back and forth
I don’t wanna die anymore
It’s funny when you’re faced with life and death
Situations how quickly you pick up your head

Gotta pick up 
Gotta pick up 
Gotta pick up 
Gotta pick up 
Gotta pick up
Gotta pick up 
Your head

We were stuck by the lighthouse
Waiting for the rogue waves to come
Crashing down on us
Wash me away 
Oh the currents got a hold on me
Wash me away 
Oh Poseidons’ got a hit on my head

We were stuck by the lighthouse
Waiting for the rogue waves to come
Crashing down on us
Wash me away 
Oh the currents got a hold on me
Wash me away 
Oh Poseidons’ got a hit on my head

Poseidon

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Poseidon

In the heart-wrenching aftermath of losing his partner to a relentless battle with cancer, a man found himself adrift in the vast emptiness of grief. The once vibrant colors of their shared life turned to muted shades, and the echoes of his partner's laughter haunted every corner of their home. The man, once grounded by love, became a nowhere-man, wandering through the days with a heavy heart and a sense of purpose lost. The weight of loss hung heavily upon him, casting a shadow over his every step. Friends reached out, but the fortress of grief he built around himself seemed impenetrable. In the silence of solitude, The man grappled with the void left by his partner's absence, navigating the world like a ship without a compass, lost and yearning for the anchor of love that had been cruelly taken away.

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Two - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Phantasmagoria in Two Tim Buckley cover

Arctic soundscapes with a haunting yet warm voice full of emotions, this is how Inyha paints her inner emotional world where ice & snow covers the warmth of her heart, where walls of silence create distance, where mirrors of ice show her own disguise, while all she longs for is nearness and love. 

This is the shortened Radio version of the song.

Snowflakes dancing in the dark

Snowflakes Dancing in the Dark (Radio Edit)

Lullaby

Translation above
Une de mes nombreuses chansons écrites pour mes élèves.
Voix : Patrice Mary https://soundcloud.com/patrice-mary06

Ma fenêtre
Je vois par les carreaux 
Ce que font les oiseaux : 
Quand ils quittent leur nid 
C’est qu’ils ont bien grandi.
Alors, j’ai ce désir
Qui me ferait plaisir :
Je rêve d’être ailleurs 
D’être grand et sans peur.

Refrain :
Ma fenêtre ouvre un ciel 
De rêves en ribambelle. 
Ma fenêtre m’attire
Et m’invite à partir.

Tout comme eux dans le ciel 
Un beau jour je pourrai,
En déployant mes ailes 
Comme les grands voler.
Si jamais je me perds 
Dans cette immensité, 
J’aurai comme repère 
Mon enfance passée. (refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 16 septembre 2015

One of the many songs I've written for my students.
Voices: Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

My window

I can see through the panes
What birds do:
When they leave their nest
It's because they've grown up.

So I have this desire
That would please me:
I dream of being somewhere else
To be big and fearless.

Chorus : 
My window opens a sky
Of dreams in ribambelle.
My window attracts me
And invites me to leave.

Like them in the sky
One day I'll be able
Spreading my wings
Like the great ones.

If ever I get lost
In this immensity,
I'll have as a landmark
My past childhood.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, September 16, 2015

Ma fenêtre (feat. Patrice Mary)

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Artwork: Robbie

A pair of exes revisit the past.

Lyrics:
Come, my dear, through the shadow passage
Pausing here, looking for a message,
Much has gone, turn the light on, 
To the fading couch, the aging curtains.
Something sure is what we’re looking for,
A plate, a mirror, a relic, a survivor,
Something good that might remain, not reminders of the rain.

Through the glare, the garden and the cross wait there.
They seem to blend the fear, with the recognition
One was too few, and two was too many.

Leave the scene, it isn’t healthy
Change the theme, another memory, just
Let the morning dawn, with the hope of moving on.

Try to live, remembering the word “forgive”.
Heart for free. Just keep my number,
Call me, lend me, handle me, help me.

Tell me now, I need to get it straight,
Let time allow, and don’t exaggerate, but
Even only a word or a hint or a sign. 
That’s enough, I’ll be fine.

Passage

Vedic mantras use the same power that we see in cymatics in which we're able to observe how sound waves reorganise grains of sand on a metal tray. In the same way, these ancient Indian mantras enter through our ears and reorganise our brain waves and thus how we feel. 

This particular one, the Shanti mantra, is a peace mantra because when meditated upon, it brings wonderful feelings of wellbeing and so is perfect for de-stressing and encourages, in that way, our energy fields to realign, to attract good blessings and fortune. 

Don't worry about the meaning of the Sanskrit words I'm chanting. Just let them wash over you... along with APi_ZZ's gorgeously enchanting music. 

Vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner)
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024 
You can find him here: (@api_zz)

Words:
Om Sarveshaam Svastir-Bhavatu 
Sarveshaam Shaantir-Bhavatu 
Sarveshaam Purnam-Bhavatu 
Sarveshaam Mangalam-Bhavatu 
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 

Om Sarveshaam Svastir-Bhavatu 
Sarveshaam Shaantir-Bhavatu 
Sarveshaam Purnam-Bhavatu 
Sarveshaam Mangalam-Bhavatu 
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 

May there be Wellbeing in all,
May there be Peace in all,
May there be Fulfilment in all,
May there be Auspiciousness in all,
Om Peace, Peace, Peace.
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti 
Om Peace, Peace, Peace.
Om Shaanti Shaanti Shaanti

Vedic Peace Mantra for meditation

TV kills....sometimes 📺🏴‍☠️

L'UOMO DAI CENTO VOLTI

Passa via, nel vento con la sua valigia e la magia
che regalava con un gesto
Fantasia e in viso quelle mille luce artistiche
che ci facevan stare allegri

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Passa via, travolto da quel mondo telecamera
e lacrime di coccodrillo - whoa

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza dimostrare la sua verità
ma sorridendo attende il giorno per alzare quel sipario

Ombre lunghe, senza prove
e una ferita nella pelle
c'è chi ti ama sotto il cielo
di un'estate decadente
e sa dirti che il tuo conto non riporta un prezzo giusto
che non pagherai mai

L'uomo dai cento volti se ne va
senza poter mostrare la sua identità
e sorridendo aspetta il giorno per alzare quel sipario
E si riderà

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