totally awesome! love the powerful force of this track and the orchestral details. Amazing voice!

Thank you for submitting the lyrics in addition!

Your voice shines in this slow electronic environment!

Oh so exquisite and beautiful in every way!

Dark side of the Moon

prologue. sets you in the right dark mood before listening to the rest of the album. album scheduled to be released late october or early november.

prologue.

Sardinia Sketches: Cows - Day Time

Feels good to upload another song! I recently moved into an old house, close to a river, it has character, I love it cause I put my old baldwin on it's original wood floors it has in the living room, love the acoustics especially with higher ceilings, I'm so thankful:) A new beginning. 

I recorded this live take late last night, close to 2am, got it my first full take, which is always nice!
I wrote this song back in 2021. An experience definitely inspired this song. Things can sure feel like heaven for awhile, then there's that tough surprise, after giving and sacrificing so much. I hope you enjoy this song, thanks so much for listening!:) 

Driving With The Moon

You couldn't sleep
I'm driving with the moon to see you 
Up your driveway
My headlights are turned off they can't see
Park along the backside through the gate cross the deck like before
Thunderstorms inside of me every time you crack open the door
And there you are
My lucky eyes

And all is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow
All is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow

Right before the dawn
I don't wanna leave but I know I have to
One more hand squeeze I finally gotta let go it hurts me
Looking back at you again that beautiful silhouette oh I adore
Driving home the world is gone one track mind there's nothing I want more
And there you are
Perfect daydream

And all is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow 
All is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow

Instrumental 

And I am ready now
You closed up your heart
Somehow somehow
Oh God, save me now 

All music written and recorded by 
© Daniel Colter Valentine

Driving With The Moon (Original Song Live)

I do not own the copyright to this music. I am not profiting from it's dissemination. I encourage the listener to seek out versions of this tune on a streaming audio platform of their choosing. "On Green Dolphin Street" is a 1947 jazz standard composed by Bronisław Kaper with lyrics by Ned Washington.

If you would like to hear more of Bill's awesome guitar playing, check out his soundcloud page:

@https://on.soundcloud.com/8qL4O2gBXyRBEB5yds

Pitstop Jazz Jam - On Green Dolphin Street

Marc M : musique
Marc M : guitare, basse, programmations

Wadi Rum

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating again with the greatly talented David De Michele who has created an incredibly enchanting cinematic soundscape for my piano composition "Up". 

Please listen to more of David’s beautiful music here: @user-92820487

Sincere thanks for your attention to this work. We do hope it brings you some joy and comfort!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Up (Ft. David De Michele)

Piano Concerto No.3 (5th movement) Op.36

🌈♾☮⁂©All Rights Reserved 08-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
***

TITLE: INFINITELY GLORIOUS
________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
No more tears to cry. We died but live on high. Truths are seen, no pretense rules. We're at a place where they eradicated the cruel.
We're no longer in harm's way. The righteous reverse now rules.
(Chorus)
Lay down the guard & raise the Holy revolt, down with all those who caused Hell. Death now takes them & bathes them in their bloody coat.
(Outro)
Those who laugh last beyond earth's realm which you cannot see are those who rewrite the pureness of history.

Blood of the Innocent Exalted

Infinitely Glorious

Lumière du matin

“It weaves its way to summer's end and gathers with each leaf that falls.
A whisper carried on the wind, a quiet longing – autumn calls.”
 – Laura Jaworski

We are in our final days of summer, and I must admit, I am glad, since most of the season was especially hot and humid.  Suddenly, we have cooler temperatures with blue skies, and the air is crisp with a hint of mystery…Autumn is whispering that it will be here soon.  Thinking about autumn this morning seemed like a great reason to create an improv piece. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re sad to see the end of summer. ☺️

Autumn Whispers

A drone take on The Witching Hour by Cinereous Mire taken from the ambient acid blues album Caustic Noir released on Sparkwood Records

Original piece: 
https://soundcloud.com/cinereous_mire/the-witching-hour
Listen more here:
https://sparkwoodrecords.bandcamp.com/album/caustic-noir
https://www.facebook.com/CinereousMire/
https://www.facebook.com/thedeadmelodies/

Cinereous Mire - The Witching Hour (Zenjungle Remix)

Title track from the EP. Link below. 50% of proceeds go to mental health charities.
https://nicevennett.bandcamp.com/album/for-the-money
https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/nicevennett


Words and Music © Nic Evennett 2019
Beat by FL Souto

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKBjAol_3A4&feature=youtu.be

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Things of consequence
Make such perfect sense.
And once again, two and three make five...
Such pressings on your time,
Ambition's not a crime.
Holoparasites are pretty when they thrive. 

'Grace can't pay the rent', 
She's broken and she's spent.
But underneath she is made from gold. 
This sparkling hinterland
Put logic in your hand, 
Gave all herself so you could trade her soul.

The good will surely come, 
Your swindling undone...
We still get to taste
What you wouldn't pay for.
The power became mine, 
The notes fell off the line - 
They won't dance while you are
In it for the money. 

Insincerity
Made a fool of me. 
We fell for that one once too often. 
You painted my blues red,
The colours ate your head
To find your heart and make it soften. 

The good will surely come,
Your swindling undone. 
We still get to taste what you wouldn't pay for. 
Your powers become mine,
The notes slid off the line...
They won't dance while you are in it for the money.

For the Money (Feat. FL Souto) *EP OUT NOW*

hante - the moon song (instrumental cover song)

Partially inspired by:
https://www.lghertzpoetry.com/unpublished/the-fourth-fate.html

Full Mastered vocal version available on TONN Recordings Bandcamp:
https://tonnrecordings.bandcamp.com/track/the-fourth-moira-by-guin-pig-feat-m-mcintyre

The Fourth Moira (Instrumental version)

Independent singer-songwriter from Kent, UK. 
Little video introduction here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKMPLBJBK6M

'No Sheet Music' Artist. https://www.nosheetmusic.tv/artists/nic-evennett

"Evennett’s voice is a delicate mystery, warm and lustrous, yet fragile and crystalline – a bewitching blend of Kate Bush and Linda Perhacs, surrounded by dolorous, reverb-drenched piano and woven into broken-hearted balladry." Andee Connors, Pandora 

"Moving, delicate and introspective. As always, Nic Evennett's voice washes over the listener creating an incubated space I didn't want to leave."
Rapt.

Interview: 
https://cocamidemea.wordpress.com/2018/01/30/indieterria-meets-nic-evennett/

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Part of duo Cellar Door. We're over here:
https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

We dance in a fog of love and darkness @mosskissing
A beautiful thing is never perfect @clara-margarita-ntahoel
Thesis, antithesis, aposynthesis. P.G. @Henkel

Indulgere Genio

For the Money (Feat. FL Souto) EP OUT NOW

Nic Evennett

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