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villain arc

From our upcoming album The Dark Forest due in 2026

https://thestrandedalien.bandcamp.com/

Unfolding in Seven Dimensions

pop punk/rock

co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by @a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Hot Wired Hearts

Scanned radio transmissions combined with FM hardware synth/sequencer feeding software synths. Multiple LFO creating an evolving soundscape.

This is the first sequence of my forthcoming album based on radio energy.

Zentric Egg - SDR

A song I recorded back in late 2018/early 2019. Deleted for whatever reason. The section of intense vocals toward the end of this song I've used in another song called "Losing It" which I may re-record in the future. So be on the lookout for that familiar ending. Enjoy.

On the Raid

First single release for year 2025, including A side "Stranger in Strange Land" and a B-side instrumental "Dreamlands".  Single will be released for Streaming 10.1.2025.

Music written, performed & produced by Markku Ruottinen
Mastered by Jukka Putkinen

Dreamlands

This is a song about all we lose as time passes by and the only thing we can do is ...endless dreaming, lyrics written by Badtripp Inc, music worked out together with the Suno AI, and this is not to far away from the original song I recorded primitively and then the tape got lost. So this is a song with Lyrics from a very Human source and Music made by a Machine.

Time passes by

Tema compuesto por el grupo La Séptima Farola como tema central de la serie independiente Producto Local.
Introduciéndose en las calles de la margen izquierda de Bilbao sus bandas de delincuentes comunes en la décadas de los 80/90, donde las drogas, prostitución y delincuencia estaba en su momento mas alto a causa de la crisis y la reconversión industrial del momento.

Viejas Glorias

Viejas Glorias De La Séptima Farola

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Tell me straight, don’t twist the truth
Is it me, or just my youth?

You shine me back, a crooked grin
Lines of time upon my skin
Eyes still bright but filled with doubt
What’s this thing they call "burnout"?

Oh, mirror, mirror, talk to me
Are they right, or can’t they see?
Am I fraud or something real?
Tell me what I’m supposed to feel

Mirror sighs, says, "Here we go
Same old dance, same old show
A mind so sharp, yet full of fear
Why won’t you trust what’s written here?"

Mirror, mirror, tell me true
Who to trust and what to do?
Voices pull from left and right
One says "stay," one says "fight."

Mirror laughs, its surface clear
"You trust your doubt but not what’s near
Your hands have built, your mind is true
Why’s that so hard to trust in you?"

Oh, mirror, mirror, I hear you now
A little late, but tell me how?
To trust the voice, to own my name
To stand up tall inside the frame

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
I ain't perfect, but I stand tall
Not the fairest, not the best
But I am me-and that’s my test
Not the fairest, not the best
But I know me-that’s my rest

Mirror, Mirror

Hold in On

Stranded in Africa 
Words and Music by Tom Harris

[Verse 1]  
 When I was  eighteen, I left Geneva behind  
 Searching for something, a  place to rewind  
Through  Spain and through Italy,  Greece and the sea 
CYPRUS to Israel, the  road carried me    

[Verse 2]
Then to Ethiopia,  the land met my soul  
 First time my father’s  arms took hold  
 A ranch once a kingdom,  now cattle and dust  
 In Addis a home, but the  road called to us  
 

[Pre-Chorus]

 Debbie beside me,  pretty and free  
 The Volkswagen rolling,  just her and me  

[Chorus]
 Stranded on the highway, no sign of the end  
The sun sinking lower, no  help, no friend  
Shadows were watching, spears in their hands  
Fate held its breath in this  foreign land  

 Stranded in Africa, the dust in the air  
The silence was heavy, like  unspoken prayer  
Hearts beat like war drums, waiting for fate  
Would they walk on, or  seal our escape?  


[Bridge]
 Then like a shadow, a  car pulled in slow  
 Araya stepped out, said,  "Someone will know" 
 A two-seater benz,  but no room for two  
 He vanished ahead, and we  prayed he’d come through  

[verse 3]
The wind carried whispers, their footsteps drew near   
Hearts beating louder, tangled with fear  
Then one reached his hand out, not a word, not a sound  
Just pointed behind us, to where help would be found  

[Pre-Chorus] 
 Debbie beside me,  pretty and free  
 The Volkswagen broken,  just her and me  

[Chorus]
Stranded on the highway no sign of the end  
The sun sinking lower, no  help, no friend  
Shadows were watching, spears in their hands  
Fate held its breath in this  foreign land  

Stranded in Africa, the dust in the air  
The silence was heavy, like  unspoken prayer  
Hearts beat like war drums, waiting for fate  
Would they walk on, or  seal our escape?  

[Outro]  
 Dust rose in the distance, a  truck rolling near  
 A moment of stillness, then  fading our fear  
 Ethiopia held me,  the road made me see  
 That adventure was  waiting for Debbie and me. 

Stranded in Africa

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/02PDO44GYjPQo0V8dFOeKk?si=j_qSmI1AROKGo4xk9aMtlQ

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

I wrote this song for our Celts track, but it didn't quite fit that vibe, and so we decided it would be better as its own single, and here it is. It is based on an old Welsh myth.

Rhiannon

Translation belove 

Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Amour et mort et fleurs fanées

Dans le jardin où dort l’absence
J’ai vu ton ombre au pied des lys
Là où le vent chante en silence
Vers oubliés de nos prémices

Refrain :
Amour et mort et fleurs fanées
Du Baudelaire dans les allées
Et sous les roses empoisonnées
Nos âmes se sont embrasées
Nos âmes se sont embrassées

Des spleens perdus dans le mystère
Ton regard avait ce parfum
Puis, s’effaçant dans la poussière 
Ton cœur battait jusqu’au matin.
(refrain)

Quand l’âme rend sa révérence
À vouloir mourir de beauté
Entre un baiser et un silence
Que ce soit sous un ciel d’été

Refrain :
Amour et mort et fleurs fanées
Un vieux poème abandonné
Et sur ta tombe imaginée
Un (grand) bouquet de vérité

Lyrics and vocals by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration by Annie Madec

Love and death and faded flower

In the garden where absence sleeps
I saw your shadow at the foot of the lilies
Where the wind sings in silence
Forgotten verses of our beginnings

Chorus:
Love and death and faded flowers
Some Baudelaire in the paths
And under the poisoned roses
Our souls were set ablaze
Our souls embraced

Spleens lost in mystery
Your gaze had this perfume
Then, fading into the dust
Your heart beat until morning.
(chorus)

When the soul gives up its reverence
Wanting to die of beauty
Between a kiss and a silence
Let it be under a summer sky

Chorus:
Love and death and faded flowers
An old abandoned poem
And on your imagined grave
A large bouquet of truth

Amour et mort et fleurs fanées (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

👉Video: https://youtu.be/wzrgaXaom9M 
Welcome to the future! But how far ahead are we talking? A hundred years? Just one? That’s up to you. This song has two main layers of meaning. One is (kind of) in the lyrics… if you can decode them. The other is hidden in the cover art. Take a closer look at the drones and the two characters, you’ll see some letters on them. 
Let us know in the comments if you figured it out!
Enjoy this wild mix of Synth Pop and Heavy Metal, with generous splashes of Electronic Dance and Rock (we had to classify it as Alternative Rock because Industrial isn’t among the genres offered by SoundCloud)! 
And don’t forget to check out the crazy video linked above this description!
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on May 30, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Oh no there I go again
Me and my future man-made friends
It's still 1999
In the back of my mind
Now I move about on a magnet line

She's waiting at a military gate
Somewhere deep in the Frisco State
Looks like a satellite (satellite)
On a mountain top (mountain top)
Riding next to hers with my microchip card

She speaks in koans and bullet points
I'm learning the language and robot voice
She says maybe you're daydreaming
But I'm wide awake and

I'm in the future
Trying to water my lawn
But there's nothing to mow with not even my clothes
Still straddling this drone
When worlds explode
And ignite
At the turn of the century
Might hurt ourselves
We might hurt others
But I can come if you caught the chaos

And I move like a tornado shakes
Going off like I-95-break
When waves hit the mines
Ooh at night
She burns into a million megawatt sight

She speaks in koans and bullet points
I'm learning the language and robot voice
She says maybe you're daydreaming
I'm wide awake believe me

I'm in the future
Trying to water my lawn
But there's nothing to mow with not even my clothes
Still straddling this drone

I'm in the future

I'm in the future
Trying to water my lawn
But there's nothing to mow with not even my clothes
Still straddling this drone

I'm in the future
Trying to water my lawn
But there's nothing to mow with not even my clothes
Still straddling this drone

Oh yeah
I'm in the future

In the Future

Official Music Video

It Meant Too Much

MUSIC FOR THE THINKING FEW.

(NOTE for RepostEx users: I don't repost AI if I can detect it, and I only repost songs I like or show some level of competence or promise...and they usually don't involve an 808, misogyny, Autotune or singing off key over a prerecorded track...and at my age I'm FAR more interested in quality connections with listeners than going "viral". ALSO: mostly an aging rock/folk/prog/indie guy...can't really judge or really relate to Hip-Hop, Auto-Tune and other more modern styles...sorry.)

John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter/cultural relic with a diverse and "arty" array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the current culture.  Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and finds the materialistic priorities of our civilization incredibly wrong and destructive.

I am the NTT. Stranded Alien is my synth rock project.

I have a side project called the NTT's Funk Odyssey. I have started posting these tunes here with the precursor label - The NTT

Unfolding in Seven Dimensions

Stranded Alien/ The NTT

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