Name: Acidité Minérale by Pierre Lacroix, Composer
Duration: 46 s
Description: 5 ambiances musicales inspirées par la découverte des vins de terroir alsaciens. Commande du Vino Social Club.

I admired the authentic classical performance.

Rather short but beautiful. Giving me a feeling to open bottle of white one during this hot days.

Très belle piste, Pierre. Mais pourquoi si courte ?

a small musical jewel of sound. Very inspiring. Chapeau

5 ambiances musicales inspirées par la découverte des vins de terroir alsaciens. Commande du Vino Social Club.

Acidité Minérale

One in Control

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:

On the beach, where he slept and he wept and he prayed,
It was the home he knew, where he wasn’t afraid,
Like driftwood on the shore, his mind had floated away,
On a ship he steered through the salt and the spray.

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.

Deaf was he, to travellers passing by,
Any wise advice he would only defy,
Standing firm, with a mystical, clouded eye,
He would shout his visions to the sky.

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free.

So, over the waves, by the sea-caves,
The watery graves, he made his way,
Guided by beacons only he could see.
Through, shuddering gales, bellies of whales, sparkling trails,
He’d never fail, to petition for Poseidon’s guarantee.

In the end, he was found on the silvery strand,
By the tidal pool where he’d made his final stand.
Peaceful brow, like he’d made it to the promised land,
And a golden map lay in his hand.

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
As my golden map and compass set us free. 

Hoist up the anchor, fill the sails and listen to me,
I’m captain of this vessel as it surges over the sea.
All destinations can be found within my dream,
And my golden map and compass have set me free.

Sailor Song

Music Maker JAM

where's is my freedom

THANK YOU to some narcissistic guitarist for this opportunity along with AUDIUS!

Learn more about the contest here: https://m.lndg.page/X9tt0r

Find our lyrics for the topline contest below:
Addicts on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Deep lines lacking in meaning
-
Exceeding all expectations.
Expanding borders 
on sovereign nations.
Complacency teaming,
In spaces between me n,
All of the forest and all of the trees,
And all of the seas, 
dung beetles and bees,
The babies to be, 
unborn and unseen,
The souls that are lost,
The trades and the costs,
The spoils or the bounties,
The coils in the counties,
The lethal injections,
Unsettling projections,
Protecting the notions,
The Navy, the Oceans,
Promotion. 
Promotional marketing. 
Corporate greed and 
ad-word targeting.
Data sales, data mines.
Data jails for data times.
Dad I’m sorry, I’m not crying.
The world it hurt me, 
but I’m not dying.
The world it threw me, 
but I’m not flying.
Just Trying to stay stable.
Thoroughly bred to 
feed others at the table.
Blinders on to avoid 
others on the cable.
A label? A fable.
Stories, scriptures, lies 
filled with swear words.
Fuck.
Swear now, sworn in, 
square jaw, too thin.
Too raw, too soft, 
knocked out, bashed in.
Ration, nation, tactics, bacon.
War dogs, war pigs, 
warthogs, more kids.
Generation, x, why, boom, bye.
Tombs, cries, boots, flies.
Mud, blood, fear, and bravery.
Keeping us safe from 
living in slavery.
History, cycles, 
news flash, rifles.
Stifling all of us 
calling on idols.
Shit
Idea Eyes
Idealized isolation, consternation, masturbation.
Masses mutilated, 
masses brooding hatred.
Masses casting caskets
Rackets made white wearing leather jackets 
Acting like asshatted … 
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Ad dicks on every level
When they feel good, They never settle
They want more of that feeling
Appeal keeping them reeling 
Deep lines lacking in meaning

Lions Blood - AUDIUS CONTEST WINNER [ADdick$ Mix]

New Beginning

The guitar is a very enjoyable instrument and although I have been playing it for a long time now, I regularly discover something new or come up with a different idea. Each time, I feel fresh and new, as if it were the first time I had learned to play. I bought a 7-string a few years ago as a trial, and now I can't live without it. I mix tapping, shredding, sweeping, and many other expressions in one song, and I am thinking of trying slapping on my next song.

Have a good day, everyone.

Through The Window Of My Mind

Gotham Golem Rebirth

This one is very dear to me. I was asked by my composing friend Patrick Zelinski to make an arrangement for string quartet of his song Meu Amor. He wrote it to his wife for their wedding day.
This recording is made by a a quartet in London.
Here's the original: https://soundcloud.com/treblemaker/meu-amor?si=94af6ec8adce43a694f937991ea9ec3b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Meu Amor (The karl Edh restring)

Faces From Nowhere

Imagine the power of the sea beneath you as you glide effortlessly over the pulsating ocean. The freedom of the air as the huge bird soars over the crests of ocean swell. Then with a few beats of its wings it flies off out of view.

Seabird

Pierre Lacroix is a professional musician, composer and teacher. He started his activity of composer in 2013. Influences orchestral music, jazz, world music, soundtracks.

Acidité Minérale

Pierre Lacroix, Composer

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