Payback

This is like a cry...I'm doing pretty well lately...Thank God...Unlike millions of people across the 4 corners of our World, the observation is unfortunately violent!! It affects me daily, and I have the need to express this through my music..I dream of a better world

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BABYLON PRESSURE

BABYLON PRESSURE (Dub Reggae / Future Dub)

A special Thank You to Brandy Nicole Hammock for letting us use her beautiful poem, 'Oh Savannah, I Long for You'. 
Instrumental, Production by Oussama Arichi
Vocals, Mix, Production by Nadia Selvaggi
Trumpet by Francisco Grillo
Lyrics by Brandy Nicole Hammock: https://medium.com/@telleroftalesinbooks/a-poem-about-savannah-georgia-f4cbc67898ab

O Savannah by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi w/ Francisco Grillo

Esta canción es para despedirnos de la persona que más amamos y soñar con encontrarla en la eternidad. Es una balada moderna, que mezcla el pop y el rock; espero que les guste.

AMOR MÍO

tension is the first track I've worked on since releasing Waiting for Spring.  It is built around a bass sequence played from my Pro-1 synth.  It is layered with rhythmic ideas that are happening in contrasting time signatures, which adds to the tension, musically, and creates a feeling of anticipation and instability.  Other synths used were:  Behringer Crave, Korg Monologue, Roland S-1 and Maschine Micro (drums).  This may or may not be a finished version.

Tension

Beneath the Shell (2025) - If life were a bug...
Inspired by Kafka's surreal novels, this song is questioning our very existence. What if life has no purpose at all and everything boils down into a cacophony of accidents? Some bugs undergo metamorphosis, others will stay the same. Heavy metalcore riffs meet synthesizers and weltschmerz.

Daniel Hiatt: composition, arrangement, vocals, guitars, bass, screams, programming, production
Nadine de Macedo: lyrics, synthesizer, production

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/dshiatt
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo

Beneath the Shell

Musical demo for "Far Leys" about a trip up to Tanworth in Arden or where Nick Drake's family lived and where he spent a great deal of time. 

Far Leys (Music Demo)

Ma maison/My house:  un rêve, un cauchemar, une petite balade du côté du Cap Vert ;
a dream, a mightmare,  a little tune near Cape Verde

My House 
I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light
…
In the living room
there were mirrors to make me pretty
sofas and lace everywhere
Persian rugs , watercolor paintings
porcelain cups with little flowers

In the garden
there were children and songs
little huts and hedgehogs’ hiding spots
friends passing through all year long
and colors swirling all around

I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left 
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light

In the bedroom
there were pillows and feather duvets
bouquets of perfume that smelled so sweet
long white sheets for fabulous nights 
and others for the end of life

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light

My house
is just a few walls made of concrete
gray everywhere, from floor to ceiling
mushrooms growing even without rain
at night the cockroaches find shelter there

The garden
is now the kingdom of trash
Rubble, bicycle and car carcasses
Climbing frames like prisons
Rats …running across the grass

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light


Ma Maison (with translation)

In the energy I devour to acquire

Stepping outside the static flowing 

The toxic death I consume to fuel the mach to the end of everything 

First step break every law I can 

To break the social normaily  

Fight the censors held like the prison of the media world



If life is so beautiful then why am I suffering

From the hands of ones so close to my blood  

Suffering breeds beauty 

These goddamn mental disorders

Given to me by the hands all around me 

In these environments built by suffering

Made from the trauma I endured while looking for the one 

Feeling I couldn't feel because of the life was given at birth



I explored the world at 19 to 30 but at 30

 I escaped the nightmare I made from the escape of living in another one in the home I called my hole where the monster brought me to see the demons where the ones with kind creeping teeth

itching at my soul,

Absorbing the world underground I found to escape the horror that crawled deep into my mind

Where they splintered into shattered self reflections

Who am I



 

As The drugs hit my mind like a apocalypse fucking me up like it's first time in love giving myself to a stranger hoping they will love me more than myself  

I crawl to the surface eating away 

Eating away at the barriers made to hold the memories I forgot without knowing I had even experienced the pain I felt by the search for myself  in a world full of so much death, fear, hate, hiding the truth, blending my truth to explore me and turn my illnesses against me. You always did I hate every word you spoke to me to this day I'm disgusted I was born into a life like this 

They misunderstand all I say





I tell them the truth 

They act like nothing ever happened

You call me a liar 

They seem so sure their right at the moments in time they had no Idea what I had been through 

You say no your just a pathological liar, 

The doctors never heard all the hell I was hiding

 In the bottomless holes I have inside my Fragmented guts to mind I watch the world die  

When I screaming the truth right in your face 

You played games to long with this sociopath 

I just got to get this off my chest 

I wasn't lying you just didn't want to hear the truth

So you denied what was right fucking in front of you

so now I'm here screaming it inside your deft emotional dulled 

I'm screaming to the world 

Since you don't believe a god damn world I say

Mother father you should have done better

Stop lying to yourself 

Believing the stories you made up so long ago 

I hope you know all the pain I can't even remember 

Now I have these alters clawing their way out of me 

Screaming Truth Vr1

RED LIGHT

Multi-genre composer and producer. I write full band rock, metal, pop and blues arrangements to collaborate with vocalists and instrumentalists. 100% human made art.

⚠️Technical issues
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🎵November 2025
Creatively, it's been a bit quiet lately, so I'm focussing on finishing projects from the last 3 years, and re-releasing my discography. I won't be writing and collaborating until I'm feeling inspired again. In the meantime, feel free to listen and comment. Thank you so much for your support!