THE HUNT 

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Warpath
Warpath

Do you believe in peace?
They trick you into unfair treaties
Don't you try to hide and run?
Sneak at them and get the gun
and shoot

Silhouettes at the horizon
Men on mustangs, blood red sun
They come and try but we will prove
Crush your peace pipes, everyone
Everyone
Crush your peace pipes, everyone

The hunt is on
The hunt is on
The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on 
The hunt is on
(Now it's time for tomahawk)


Pale face speaking with split toungue
selling marbles and firewater
Slaughtering our buffaloes
now we steal and sell your daughter

Don't you bring me peace and freedom
now get out my tipi door
Take your cattle, take your bible
Take your smallpox, this means war 
This means war
This means war

The hunt is on
Naked, painted, dangerous
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on
No more lies, no more talk
Now it's time for tomahawk
The hunt is on



(Death bells taken from the Neckargerach's Michaelskirche)

The Hunt

Burn The Warehouse Down

Crawl

Needless (2008) – Dealing with self-pity and doubts
Driven by an electric piano, Needless is an indie pop ballad that explores a silent heartbreak. Self-doubt can destroy the best relationship, especially when you feel inferior to your partner. Dreamy synthesizers meet picked acoustic guitars, an anthem for anyone who ever felt too small to be loved and chose to disappear.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, lyrics, piano, synthesizer, production
Robot Recordings: vocals, guitars

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

This song is part of my b-side album "Electro Static"
https://too.fm/ndm-electro-static
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/electro-static

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

Needless

Needless (feat. Robot Recordings)

Descent to the Abyss

Broken Waltz (2007) - Classical waltz meets synth pop
Most pop and rock music sticks to the 4/4 time signature — steady, predictable, and easy to groove to. But after multiple years of songwriting, I felt the itch to break away from the norm and shifted into 6/8, a time signature that instantly reminded me of a classical waltz. However, classical music was never my territory, so I layered some simple pop drums. In the end, the track landed somewhere unexpected. It‘s an outlier in my discography, something I never wrote before. It feels like the soundtrack to a movie I haven‘t seen yet, and probably never will.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, synthesizer, programming, production
Picture: Pixabay

This song is part of my b-side album "Electro Static"
https://too.fm/ndm-electro-static
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/electro-static

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

Electro Static

Broken Waltz

Timeless

This song is like a tear that felt from my eye, a heavy drift through what we are living in…

The Dispute

Vocal Production and Mixing - Eat the Trees

It took me a long time to do this one, and I put in the hard work and dedication to make it happen. Extra special Thanks to Eat The Trees.

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Neon veins across a rusted sky
The data weeps, the circuits start to die
Synthetic prayers fall flat and cold
No algorithm can save a soul

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
We are the end


Verse 2
Oceans rise with a frozen scream
Time unfolds like a broken dream
A paradise we forged in flame
Now no one's left to speak its name

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
This is the END

THE END!

The End

Late at night he sees her face,
A reminder of his sin,
Forever more,
He feels her scorn,
Writhe beneath the skin,
Down hollow halls,
He hears her calls,
The echos of her weeps,
Until this day,
He'll see her ghost,
Pull him from his sleep,

Can they start again,
or does it all just end,
Together till the end,
Until it starts again

Her Ghost

Written, Performed and Produced by Sarah Paradise-Brown

I’ve been tracing shadows where we used to stand
Familiar places slipping through my hands
I feel your heart though it’s just far away
And I wonder if you feel the same

But I’m reaching out trying to close the distance
I’m holding on through the fear and resistance
With every step I take I’ll hold you near
Cause I’m not giving up I’ll be right here

Sometimes I feel the weight of things unsaid
The silent spaces bring doubt in my head
I’m learning to quiet the voice that feeds my fear
But I need to know you'll always here

So I’m reaching out trying to close the distance
I’m holding on through the fear and resistance
With every step I take I’ll hold you near
Cause I’m not giving up I’ll be right here

I know I’ve got my own fight inside
But I see the struggle you try to hide
We’re two souls searching for common ground
So let’s meet in the middle, let’s turn this around

So I’m reaching out trying to close the distance
I’m holding on, through the fear and resistance
With every step I take I’ll hold you near
Cause I’m not giving up I’ll be right here

Close The Distance

Working on new stuff

Inspirations: Deftones, John Murphy, King Crimson, Tera Melos, The Locust, Nile, Morbid Angel, Pile, King Krule, Meth Drinker, Job For a Cowboy, Dance Gavin Dance, The Mars Volta, The Fall of Troy, Poison The Well, Death, Stone Temple Pilots, TOOL, Norma Jean, Leftover Crack, Slint, Dystopia, Russian Circles

Crawl

Narkolapse