Great track, I was waiting for one of your's. Thank you.

subtle work, I enjoy how the voicee play together in sometimes 'nun-musical' shapes with the ower tone. very nice creation.

makes me feel like in Aliens - the movies

Love the bleak vibes! Also loved the use of distortion in the track! Great work!

I wish I could "like" this song three more times...

Creative atmospherics and great details throughout. Also, very effective use of dynamics add another level to the sonic experience.

written around the sea by Gary Hayward,Phil Grantham,ken hodges,bass Bret Edkins drums Gary Wharton classic Volt Edge slow number that explodes half way through,the sea images are by Craig Weir and Liz Carter love this and how we did the video

Down By The Seaside

Emotions

Tranquility

Tranquility - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

A Second Demo Collection

Heartbeat Of The Vampire (Sunrise Demo)

melodic rock instrumental (w/guitars & synths)

@play 08may24

90's inspired rock, made in Metro Detroit.

Lyrics:

I don't want to know. Smiled at all the things you said, I did it all for show.
And all that claim to be, and those of you who disagree, we heard it all once again. My "give a fuck" is on the mend.

Stop searching for the good in everyone, thinking they'll find a way. I might just wreck my world today.
Stop caring. Forward thought has come undone. I've got some bills and hell to pay. I think I'll wreck my world today.

Why grow up, it's all in who you know. Tired of hearing random names. It lost it's charm ten years ago.
Don't think. Don't rest. Come on down and do your best. Don't freak. Don't lie. Why show up or even try.

Stop searching for the good in everyone. Sick and tired won't go away. I might just wreck your world today.
Stop caring. Forward thought has come undone. Another game for us to play. I better wreck your world today.

And it's all going down now.
And it's all coming  down now.

Break

Here is the next song for our album, The Windmill of the Year. It celebrates Lughnasadh, a Celtic festival that takes place at the beginning of August which honours the sacrifice and death of Tailtui, mother of the Irish god, Lugh, and the last High Queen of the Fir Bolg. 

I find the music created for this by @APi_ZZ to be quite enchanting, nostalgic and towards the end, moving, as he once again reaches back to remind us of an age that Time forgot. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024

Music and artwork by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024

Words: 
Children are playing in stacks of hay, 
On this long hot day in Earth’s Paradise, 
With their bellies full of your goodness 
They've no knowledge of your sacrifice. 
Their days are spent in blissful content, 
Far from feeling the pangs of lament, 
They’ve no idea even that we mourn 
The last High Queen of the Fir Bolg, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother 
Tailtiu, womb of our cornucopia.

When they're older, they will know 
How you cleared the land of stones 
While your birds fertilised the ground, 
Before the ploughing and the sowing. 
How they found you, lying on the soil,
Your body stiff; dead from exhaustion, 
How the long days drew in their breaths 
And their curtains ...for your requiem, 
The Great Mother, the Grain Mother
Tailtiu, O how you did suffer.


 Lugh, who fought off Balor’s blight
And famine from the scorching heat, 
Is leading you through the Lion’s Gate, 
Below, reapers of the harvest meet
For the festival and crowd the pews,
But they never knew you, Tailtiu. 

As the Sun begins its fall, to journey south 
We humbly offer these first fruits to you, 
O Great Mother, O Grain Mother, Tailtiu. 
As we stand here, we give honour to you 
And your self-sacrifice on the altar of Earth.

Lughnasadh

on second thought 

as „it`s been a while…“ was created within two days, I had the feeling that this little love affair  should be prolonged for at least another week…

so I did this version…an addendum of sorts, a variation…
bit  more Cipriani this time


on third thought

I`m still not done with this…
we`ll see…

It`s Been a While...Addendum

Nonchalant

Translation above

UN SOUPER LOUPÉ

C’était une froide nuit d’hiver,
Un loup sortait de sa tanière,
Quand il vit trois petits cochons
Qui s’enfuirent vers leur maison.

Quand ils arrivent à leur chaumière,
Les cochons se barricadèrent
Le loup hurla, frappa, cogna
Mais à la fin, il s’essouffla.

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Même si tu aimes le jambon,
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Tu n’auras pas les p’tits cochons !

Puis soudain sur le toit, des pas.
Y a quelqu’un dans la cheminée
Qui dans la marmite tomba,
Et l’invité est prisonnier.

Les cochons se mettent à danser
En attendant le bon souper.
Pendant que l’invité cuisait,
Les petits cochons rigolaient.
(refrain)

En ouvrant enfin le couvercle
Quelques cadeaux flottaient sur l’eau
Et puis deux bottes, et le chapeau
Du Père-Noël qu’on vient de perdre !

Les pauvres rennes à la fenêtre
Se d’mandaient où était leur maître
Les p’tits cochons pleuraient aussi
C’est pas gentil, mais c’est ainsi !

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
On n’fait plus partie des gens bons
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Ils vont nous traiter d’cornichons !

Depuis ce jour on ne voit plus
Que de faux Père-Noël partout.
Et ceux qui offrent des joujoux
Sont des remplaçants, bien entendu !
(dernier refrain) (bis)

Paroles et musique :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

A MISSED DINNER

It was a cold winter's night,
A wolf was coming out of his den,
When he saw three little pigs
Who fled to their home.

When they arrived at their cottage,
The pigs barricaded themselves
The wolf howled, kicked and pounded
But in the end, he ran out of steam.

Refrain:
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
Even if you like ham,
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
You won't get the little pigs!

Then suddenly, on the roof, footsteps.
There's someone in the chimney
Who fell into the pot,
And the guest is a prisoner.

The pigs start dancing
Waiting for the right supper.
While the guest was cooking,
The little pigs laughed.
(refrain)

Opening the lid at last
A few presents floated on the water
And then two boots, and the hat
Of the Santa we just lost!

The poor reindeer at the window
Wondering where their master was
The little piggies cried too
It's not nice, but that's how it is!

Refrain :
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
We're no longer good people
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
They'll call us pickles!

Since that day we've seen
Fake Santa Claus everywhere.
And those who give toys
Are substitutes, of course!
(last chorus) (encore)

Lyrics and music :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

Le souper loupé (feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

Cover

i could eat that girl for lunch
yeah she dances on my tongue
tastes like she might be the space
and i could never get enough
i could buy her so much stuff
its a craving not a crush huh
call me when youre there
said i bought you somethin rare
and i left it under claire
so now shes comin up the stairs
so im pullin up a chair
and im puttin up my hair
baby i think you were made for me
somebody write down the recipe
been tryin hard not to overeat
youre just so sweet
ill run a shower for you like you want
clothes on the counter for you try em on
if im allowed ill help you take em off

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