Blackout Nights has entered the @re-ex Pop/Rock chart at no.10 - loving the guitars, sounding huge! Chunky grooves & a really catchy vocal, nice work :)

great vocal reminds me of Layne Staley , good job on this

Great song! Reminds me a bit of Linking Park somehow...

Incredible song! I've got this one stuck in my head now. Amazing vocals and riffs!

Blackout nights in my car numbing the pain
Still cannot drink away my mind from me
Strayed lines, distancing, put me in my place
Remnants, a distant voice, screaming at me
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Pour it out from the start and mend a broken heart
From the liars and the fools you betrayed
See it all from the lens, the vision fades again
From the higher serotonin thugs at play
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Blackout nights in my car numbing the pain
Still cannot drink away my mind from me
Strayed lines, distancing, put me in my place
Remnants, a distant voice, screaming at me
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My vision was dim but the stakes were high
And I wasn't fit for this kind of life
For this kind of life, well the streams run dry
And the water that ran, well it turned to ice (x2)
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Cauterize from the end, the broken heart won't mend
From the liar and the fool you've become
Cuttin' ties like you said, a twist of fate ahead
From the karma coming back to hunt you down
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Blackout nights in my car numbing the pain
Still cannot drink away my mind from me
Strayed lines, distancing, put me in my place
Remnants, a distant voice, screaming at me

Blackout Nights

It's my second EP releasted on my chanel. Feel free to leave a comment about, it will improve my work in future. If you prefere Spotify link could be found on my profile.

It's starts from a whisper

Tensions

I, I don't need a sign
To protest what you're doing
To protest what you're doing
Is that alright? I'm not your kind
Cause' I, I don't follow blind
The faith in what you're leading
The faith in what you're leading
It has died, crucified, oh...
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Enter nothingness, throw it all away
Face of emptiness, need some regime change
So complacent with all the thoughts you keep
In too deep with this self indulging way
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Hide from all your lies
It's bullshit what you're saying
It's bullshit what you're saying
in my eyes you're not right
Mirror your disguise, breaking glass today
All along this time, you've been in my way
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Enter nothingness, throw it all away
Face of emptiness, need some regime change
So complacent with all the thoughts you keep
In too deep with this self indulging way

PROTEST

When The Flood Comes To Drown Us

Produced, Written, and Performed By: IAN GREAVES, DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQEFRENCH and RS FRAWSTAKWA 

Instrumental, Mixing and Mastering By: IAN GREAVES

DOWN LIKE THAT RIP-IT-UP

Down Like That  Rip It Up

I have been invited by Combstead @markcombs-928282858
to play some lead guitar on a piece of him. The piece he provided to me was such a wonderful ballad, that I immediately got the ideas for the clean guitars. The solos were flowing due to Marks great and inspiring composition! 
So I feel very honored by that and I am looking forward to further collaborations with him.
I hope you will enjoy this as well as we do!
Have fun, it’s rock!

Pushing Daisies

Combstead & N.o.b.S.  - Pushing Daisies

Musique / Music: Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover: Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Mauvais pressentiment
une odeur lourde rôde tout autour...
Ne revient aucun sentiment
juste une peur sourde aux alentours...
L'heure du ménage de printemps
tonitruantes pluies de mauvais temps :
balles grenades missiles bombes...
Un et deux pieds dans la tombe.

Sonnent les heures sombres
mes peurs surgissent en nombre de la pénombre
je respire l'odeur nauséabonde
de ma mémoire moribonde

De mon plafond tombent des hallebardes
les murs se lézardent
je perds pied le sol se dérobe
m'attire m'aspire m'absorbe...
Grand nettoyage place au vide :
Maladies épidémies virus Covid...
toutes les plaies sur nous retombent...
Un et deux pieds dans la tombe.

Tonnent les heures sombres
quelle hécatombe : émergent de l'ombre
mes pires aigreurs infécondes
et le désespoir abonde

De toucher le fond il me tarde :
je tournoie sans fin dans la tornade...
Mes souvenirs m'oppressent me stressent
m'immergent dans la détresse.
Grand final catastrophes naturelles :
cyclones tsunamis éruptions incendies
belle mise en œuvre pour qu'on succombe...
Un et deux pieds dans la tombe.

Dans mes heures sombres
mes peurs surgissent en nombre de la pénombre
je respire l'odeur nauséabonde
de ma mémoire moribonde

Dans mes heures sombres
quelle hécatombe : émergent de l'ombre
mes pires aigreurs infécondes
et le désespoir abonde

Dark hours

Dark hours [Ootol and Lukowig]

Sometimes it's all too much! A remake of a "Sun Tower" classic, (Shaels other band on SC) this one might help you with that weight on your shoulder. Sung sweetly by Sierra Wolfe, Shael Wrinch and Chris Herbsen on guitars, and produced as always by Shael at the Stone Hill studio on Bowen Island.

Tequila Monday Project

Sometimes

Keep Me In The Light

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

This one was written for and to my cousin, Walter Smith who passed away Tuesday March 7th 2023. He was very encouraging when I was a child and one of the smartest people I've known.

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