Ghost Fighter

Recently relistened to the original version, and realised there was waaay too much bass, so here's a lighter version.
Lyrics :

Call it bad luck
Or call me a sad fuck
In a world of blood and guts
In this place forever stuck

Their bodies go by one by one
I'm just glad that they're all gone
But shit, one is still alive
Gotta slit its throat with a knife

And watch the blood as it pours
Like a flood onto the floor
Such a horror, yet such a bore
And I'm staring at the exit door (x3)

Cos I'm so sick of this

(Chorus)
Blood, shit and feathers
Doesn't get much better
Be here at six AM
And then stay for fucking ever

Blood, shit and feathers
That's my weekly weather
All over the floor, walls, ceiling
Cleaning takes forever

(Verse)
Time for a break
A coffee and a joint to take
Away the deathly taste
But there's still pieces on my face

I act like I'm okay with it
But inside I feel sick
I feel it crawl under my skin
Bottle's out when I can't bottle it in

I wanna get out of this place
Go home and wash my soul and face
Get the smell out of my nose
Forget the image of the blood as it flows (x3)

(Chorus)

Feathers (A.V)

Mi Isla est une chanson pour les amoureux des îles. Un hiver rigoureux! Hop!  Un petit voyage dans le sud et on reprend vie!  Les plages chaudes, les soirées enveloppantes pendant que chez-nous le froid perdure… (Avec tout mon amour, mon île… et avec mon corps (quelle chaleur!!)… avec aussi tout mon cœur…Oui!!!

Mi Isla is a song for islands lovers. A harsh winter! Hop!  A little trip down south and we come back to life!  The warm beaches, the enveloping evenings while at our place the cold persists... (With all my love, my island... and with my body (what a heat!! )... with all my heart... Yes!!!


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles et musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Les M’s  aux brass : 
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
Marcel Bergeron : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation


PHONOGRAPHE

Mi Isla

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Tanner McGraw: vocals
Lux Astralis: New York: recording studio + mastering

LYRICS
Dreaming I’m a rock star,
The stage is made of dawn,
Every note a veil that falls,
Until the self is gone.

Dreaming I’m a rock star,
Where the music drinks the sea,
Every chord dissolves the world,
Until the world dissolves in me.

Dreaming I’m a rock star,
No name, no face, no flame,
Only love becomes the song,
And the song forgets my name.

Dreaming I’m a rock star,
Dreaming I’m a rock star,
Dreaming I’m a rock star…

DREAMING I'M A ROCK STAR

Autumn Breeze deals with themes of despair and melancholy - where the narrator is undecided on whether to give life another try, or fade into oblivion.

Autumn Breeze

The First Minute opens 12 Minutes — a short ambient classical journey by composer Jeremias Langsämmer. Soft strings meet choral textures to create a space of stillness and reflection. Designed for focus, calm, and cinematic listening, this piece captures the breath between thought and silence.

🎧 From the forthcoming album 12 Minutes, a suite of short ambient classical works for piano, strings, and quiet contemplation.

For fans of: Max Richter, Jóhann Jóhannsson, Ólafur Arnalds, Nils Frahm, Hammock

#ambientclassical #modernclassical #cinematicmusic #pianoandstrings #relaxingmusic #soundtrackmusic #focusmusic #calmmusic #jeremiaslangsammer #maxrichter #olafurarnalds #johannjohannsson #nilsfrahm #hammock

Jeremias Langsämmer – The First Minute | Ambient Classical Strings & Choral Calm

Anchored by a powerful guitar riff and aggressive energy, the song tells a direct, unvarnished story of cutting ties—pushing away friends, silencing the outside world—and succumbing to despair. The narrative climaxes as the struggle is mirrored in the sea, where the fight is lost and the current takes hold.

This is the sound of giving up, finding a dark clarity, and sinking into the deep. Perfect for when you need a soundtrack for a necessary emotional crash.

FFO (For Fans Of): Hard-hitting rock with emotionally raw lyrics, personal breakdowns, and driving energy.

Spaced Out

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