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Modes About Me X bloom - The Train - 120 BPM - Instrumental in G Major, Vocals in Gb Minor

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
bloom - https://www.youtube.com/@bloomprod

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

The Train (Prod. Bloom)

Modes About Me X Perry Pressey X Ryini - It's Good To See You Die- 135 BPM - F# Minor

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
Perry Pressey - https://www.youtube.com/@PerryPressey
Ryini - https://www.youtube.com/@ryini

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

It's Good To See You Die (Prod. Perry Pressey and Ryini)

Modes About Me X Jake Angel - Hillbilly Fun Time - 99 BPM - Bb Major

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
Jake Angel

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

Hillbilly Fun Time (Prod. Jake Angel)

Modes About Me X Pr!d3 - Knock Three Times

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
Pr!d3

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

Knock Three Times (Prod. Pr!d3)

Modes About Me X The Bump Plug - In The Attic 

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
The Bump Plug

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

In The Attic (Prod. The Bump Plug)

Modes About Me X GEN6IX - See Me With My Own Eyes

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
GEN6IX
https://soundcloud.com/gen6ix/tracks

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

See Me With My Own Eyes

See Me With My Own Eyes (Prod. GEN6IX)

LENS

Artist Name
Polvojack
Additional Artists
Composer - Guillaume Doyon
Lyricist - Guillaume Doyon
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
199800877476
Release Date
Nov. 10, 2025
Primary Genre
World
Secondary Genre
Blues
Primary Subgenre
World Traditions
Secondary Subgenre
Chicago Style
Mood/Style
Type: Improvisational
Album Language
English
Artist Location
Canada

Harmonica Session 2

This song comes from a quiet place in my heart — that feeling of waking up and realizing you’re stuck in the same loop, doing all the things you’re “supposed to,” but feeling invisible in the process. It’s about how life can wear us down with repetition, how smiles can become habits instead of feelings, and how sometimes the smallest hopes — like a sunrise breaking through gray clouds — are the only things that keep us moving forward.

“Gray Skies Bloom” is me finding poetry in loneliness. It’s the soft ache of existing in a noisy world that rarely listens, but still whispering, “you’ll be okay.”


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Gray skies spill through window blinds
Coffee cold, I lose my mind
Same street signs, same painted smiles
Walking circles for miles and miles

[Pre-Chorus]
Every face a quiet storm
Every laugh a practiced form

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Verse 2]
Old songs hum from passing cars
Paper hearts and dying stars
People talking, no one hears
Trading secrets for souvenirs

[Pre-Chorus]
Every truth a borrowed lie
Every tear a lullaby

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Bridge]
Maybe we were born to fade
To dance in light that slowly frays
Maybe hope’s a tired refrain
But I still hum it just the same

[Chorus]
And I find it kind of strange
How the world forgets my name
Every dream that fades away
Still whispers, “you’ll be okay”
But I’m breaking just the same
In the echoes of the ordinary

[Outro]
Softly now, I close my eyes
Gray skies bloom into sunrise
One last breath before I fall
Maybe madness is it all

Gray Skies Bloom

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/l-le-et-laile
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/1zZA4JcX1pxnFHztfWkbg1
Apple Music : https://music.apple.com/fr/album/l%C3%AEle-et-laile-feat-clairox-single/1851724905
You Tube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQQ0SFVTcQA&list=OLAK5uy_lC0Fi6Ck8ybM9F2gDqwIkV6jG_z087Dx4
Deezer : https://www.deezer.com/fr/album/852893832

(translation above)

Paroles, musique et chant : Myckaël Marcovic
2e voix : Clairox https://soundcloud.com/klr-17/tracks

Un couple où les voix et les doigts s'entremêlent pour former un duo d'entraide, de soutien et finalement d'amour équilibré. Serait-ce la recette miracle des couples qui durent ?

A couple whose voices and fingers intertwine to form a duo of mutual aid, support and, ultimately, balanced love. Could this be the secret to long-lasting relationships?

L’île et l’aile

(lui)	
Elle,
C’est mon nid de douceurs
Déposé par le ciel
Ma manne, ma faveur
Les plumes de mon aile

(elle)	
Lui,
C’est mon puits de bonheur
Mon abri, mon asile
Qui balaye mes peurs
La plage de mon île

Refrain :
(lui) 		
Les plumes de mon aile
(elle) 		
La plage de mon île
(ensemble) 	
C’est de nos voix plurielles
Que notre vie s’habille

(lui)	
Elle,
Vitrail aux cents couleurs
Miroir confidentiel
Signe d’une âme sœur
L’autel de ma chapelle

(elle)	
Lui,
Donne du réconfort
Quand il me sent fragile
Ou que je perds le nord
Dans des jours indociles
(refrain)

(lui)	
Elle,
C’est le son de mon cœur
Et tout le goût du miel
D’où monte ma chaleur
Quand nos doigts s’entremêlent

(elle)	
Lui,
Quand il suspend mes heures
D’un nuage tactile
Il grise l’intérieur
De mon cœur qui jubile
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 27 octobre 2025

Lyrics, music and vocals: Myckaël Marcovic
2nd vocals: Clairox https://soundcloud.com/klr-17/tracks
Illustration: Canva (AI)

The island and the wing

(him)    
She,
Is my nest of sweetness
Placed there by the sky
My manna, my blessing
The feathers of my wing

(her)    
He,
Is my wellspring of happiness
My shelter, my refuge
That sweeps away my fears
The beach of my island

Chorus:
(him)         
The feathers of my wing
(her)         
The beach of my island
(together)     
It is with our many voices
That our life is clothed

(him)    
She,
Stained glass window of a hundred colours
Confidential mirror
Sign of a soul mate
The altar of my chapel

(she)    
He,
Gives comfort
When he senses my fragility
Or when I lose my way
On unruly days
(chorus)

(him)    
She,
Is the sound of my heart
And all the taste of honey
From which my warmth rises
When our fingers intertwine

(she)    
He,
When he suspends my hours
With a tactile cloud
He intoxicates the inside
Of my jubilant heart
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, 27 October 2025

L'île et l'aile

L'île et l'aile (feat. Clairox)

POVRATAK

Groove Patrol

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic clean & distorted lead & rythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo & pads
P.L.O created: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Desires

Stargazers

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

#acoustic #singersongwriter #folk #indiefolk #folkpunk #acousticpunk #lofiacoustic #ukmusic #britishfolk #indieacoustic #bedroomfolk #acousticstorytelling #modernfolk #britishindie #rawacoustic #lyricdrivenmusic #minimalistfolk #pianoandviola #coldfolk #slowacoustic #emotionalfolk

FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

No turning back when you're the Hunted, no sweet escape when you're the Hunted, Take your cuts and scrapes down to the bone

The Hunted

Modes About Me is a genre-defying trio from Niagara Falls, New York, known for blending alternative rock, pop, hip hop, and acoustic elements into a cohesive, emotionally charged sound.

The project began as a solo creative outlet for Mark, who started writing and producing music that didn’t fit neatly into one category. What started as a personal side project soon grew into something bigger when he recruited his childhood friends, Dave and Miller, both long-time musicians who shared his passion for experimentation and emotional honesty.

Together, the trio shaped a sound that thrives on contrast — heavy yet melodic, structured yet fluid, vulnerable yet powerful. Their music draws inspiration from the energy of Niagara Falls and the emotions of modern life, exploring themes of self-discovery, mental health, love, and resilience.

Modes About Me’s songs shift naturally between genres — from guitar-driven rock and soulful acoustic moments to rhythm-infused hip hop textures — while always staying true to their core identity. With every release, the band continues to push the boundaries of what alternative music can be, carving a distinct sound that’s deeply human and refreshingly original.

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