Splendide! Très belle collaboration ! 👍 🎶

wow, this really jumped out at me and made me listen and want to hear more

Enjoyable radio friendly song. Excellent production 👏⭐️👏

Ich möchte mal den Bass loben, der den ganzen Song irgendwie zu führen/dirigieren scheint und das ruhige Fahrwasser der instrumentalen Erzählstruktur aufwirbelt und mit Sauerstoff anreichert. Wie immer bewegen sich Instrumente, Arrangement und Gesang auf hohem Niveau.

Great song, lyrics, and Kate, you sound wonderful!

this is fun to listen to. I love the atmosphere you captured. great arrangement

A neat and welcome contrast to the usual broken relationship song. Excellent work by both very talented musicians!

He dreamed of writing the great American novel
But when he tried to write his wheels just spun and spun
So he started doing book reviews to pay the bills
He became the literary equivalent of Atilla the Hun
Brutally criticizing, trying to find things to hate
He became a critic because his work was second rate
It takes years of work to write hundreds of pages
Each author thinks they’ve written a book for the ages
He skims though each manuscript in less than ten minutes
Reviews don’t pay that much so he has to set time limits
He pushed himself to the limit, day after day
100 pages per hour going down motorway
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
they hide between the lines
they crowd, they crowd, they become too vague
darken him, irritate him, push him - out of the margin,
The words all swirl together and he mutters to himself
He sits at his desk for hours. It’s not good for his health
He says if you don’t like my reviews, you can tell me to go to hell
To hell, to hell, you can tell me to go to hell
Sometimes if a good book made him jealous and it got under his skin
He’d write a bad review, try to send it to the discount bin
And every day his reviews grew more and more over the top
Like a shark in bloody water, he was unable to stop
And then one day he was overrun by a train of syllables going counterclockwise
And question marks appeared as the words blurred before his eyes
The words on the page now felt empty
He’d expended all his rage
The meaning of words was inverted
He was trapped in a hopeless cage
He viciously pointed out the flaws
Of all his contemporary peers
He burned his bridges and when he fell
his victims erupted in cheers
Words, words, words, words, words, words
Words rebel – stretch and widen
He said if you don’t like my reviews, 
you can tell me to go to hell
Now he works as a door to door vacuum cleaner salesman and that’s not going well
To hell, to hell, he told them to go to hell
He saw the trainwreck coming but he ignored the warning bell

The Ballad Of The (former) Literary Critic [lyrical collaboration with Michele Ansani]

Burn

Those Evil Eyes.

Music:  Little Man Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man Project

Lyrics:

Fighting against a system
That doesn't really care
They tell us we are voiceless
Can't see us
But we are here..
Want us to believe them
When they say they know best
We are just a number
An impersonal case...

Let's mess up the system
And laugh it away
Using our voices
Let's show them today!

They treat us as an object
Which shall not make demands
They think they have the power
But we will fight back!

Let's mess up the system
And laugh it away
Using our voices
Let's show them today!

Let's mess up the system
And laugh it away
Using our voices
Let's show them today!!

The System

Hello everyone, 
"Spam me" is the song that came to life when I finally threw in the towel. Instead of focusing on real musical ideas, I asked the artificial intelligence, "Can you handle this for me?" Why? Because my inbox has turned into an absurd circus, where the main attraction is self-proclaimed "music promoters" who all promise to make me a star – as long as I send them my credit card details first. Of course, you're making me a big star, the earth is flat and my recorder version of "Wonderwall" will also storm the charts. 😁

And then there are the SoundCloud Casanovas who think, "Hey, check out my photos" is a great opener for a musical collaboration. Sorry, but I’m here to make music, not to admire your "interesting" profile pictures. Who decided SoundCloud is now a dating platform anyway?

"Spam me" is my musical protest against all this ridiculousness. The song laughs in the faces of those who think music is just a tool for their weird schemes. 

All I want is to make music and listen to music – without spam, without strange messages. 

But hey, if you really want to keep going, feel free to spam me. At least now I’ve got the perfect soundtrack for it!



Spam me

'clown redux'

music: Rentt
lyrics, vocals, art: scotty
 https://on.soundcloud.com/QJv6N4bvd11GGu6D9

I put my makeup on before I hit the darkened streets.
Frighten children passing, as I pick my trick for treat.
Lure 'em to my vintage van with puppies and candy,
then tie 'em up and gag 'em so they can't release a shriek.

Then I'll take them to the basement of an old abandoned house.
The fear that they possess is what makes me most aroused.
And when I've done my dirty work, I'll put that fire out,
and dump 'em in the woods, with their parts scattered all around.

Call me fucking sick, I'm just a product of this world
and all you fucking people, how society's unfurled.
Try your best to catch me. Do your best to understand. 
But for every one of me there's worse things done by 'the man.'

clown redux (one man verity show)

I came up with this composition to pay homage to the peace of the Olympics and Paralympics. Thank you for listening.

Runner's Spirit

The Bridge is the final installment in an instrumental trilogy I've entitled Wilderness Wanderings. Life can certainly take mysterious turns and take us to very dark places, and God knows I have been down those roads! However, after the darkness comes light, and after the despair, hope! This is a musical expression of that hope and redemption... the bridge to life, which firmly stands, between the far spent night, and the promised land! (Note: I previously released this piece as a standalone, but wanted to include it in this collection. The piano has been revamped and remixed from the previous version)

Wilderness Wanderings (Part 1)- The Void https://on.soundcloud.com/bdkLbag8oqhxn3hT8

Wilderness Wanderings (Part 2)- The Mist https://on.soundcloud.com/c1WnpumUc4dqz2H96

Wilderness Wanderings (Part 3)- The Bridge (Remixed Version)

2124 by Glenny G's One Man Band  ( Original ) with Video link and Lyrics .
https://youtu.be/123zrxCZics
Lyrics ( 2124 )
In 100 years in 2124 we'll all be buried with our relatives and friends, Strangers will live in our homes that we fought so hard to build , They'll have everything we all own today
Including that car you spent a fortune on, 
Descendance won't know who we are. 
And as the years move on our history , photos and deeds go into the dumpster of oblivion. We won't even be a memory , But maybe if one day we stop to analyze this question we'd understand.
How many of us know our grandfathers father? 
How many of us see his sons and daughters?
SOLO ( Rickenbacker 360 guitar )
Those ungiven hugs and kisses to our children and loved ones is what life 
 is really yes really all about .
Dreams of obtaining everything , Always wanting more and more 
without taking the time for what's worth while in life
How many of us know our grandfathers father
How many of us see his sons and daughters
How many of us know our grandfathers father
Things shinny and new won't even matter , No No . . .

2124 ( Original ) Video and Lyrics Included

Most songs about break-ups, failed relationships and broken friendships are about despair, anger and grief. When I wrote "Goodbye Warrior", I decided to write about a courageous and understanding person, who realised that accusations don't make anything better. Forgiveness is the key. This song is about finding inner strength, and separate in friendship. Maybe we just chose the wrong type of relationship instead of the wrong person.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, lyrics, synthesizers, acoustic guitar, programming, production
Kate Stanton: vocals
Stefan Hartl: electric guitar, solo

Where to find us:
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/katestanton21
https://www.stefan-hartl.de/

Cover design: Nadine de Macedo
Photography: Lance Reis

==== LYRICS ====

You call me a liar
but I don't think I'm that selfish anymore
Your heart is on fire
but I'm not the one you are looking for

Keep the distance for a while
please slow down mile by mile
it is not, that I don't need you 
That's not how the story ends
I want us to be friends

Though I can keep myself upright
Though I own up to every stupid mistake
I can't help the way I feel tonight
Goodbye warrior – Here comes the knight

I dial your number
but I don't succeed in holding the line
I need to see you face to face, yeah
that would be fine …?
 
Keep the distance for a while
please slow down mile by mile
it is not, that I don't need you
That's not how the story ends
Lovelife cancelled - friendship bends

Though I can keep myself upright
Though I own up to every stupid mistake
I can't help the way I feel tonight

Though I can keep myself upright
Though I own up to every stupid mistake
I can't help the way I feel tonight

Today I will stop surrendering
Tonight I'll stop worrying 
I'll be tender, discard my dagger!

Now I can keep myself upright
I won't own up to every stupid mistake
I adore the way I feel tonight

Now I can keep myself upright
I won't own up to every stupid mistake
I adore the way I feel tonight
Goodbye warrior – Here is your knight!

Goodbye Warrior

What's In The Coffee

Multi-genre composer and producer. I write full band rock, metal, pop and blues arrangements to collaborate with vocalists and instrumentalists. I don't use AI in my songs and never will. Follow me on YouTube for the full discography. 

I'm taking a break from songwriting to finish some projects.

Goodbye Warrior

Nadine de Macedo

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