@evan-mirzayantz: thank's a lot! Being compared with my all-time favorite band is always a big compliment for me :)

That track has a "I Might Be Wrong-esque" feeling on it,I like it ;)

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My Map

Composé, réalisé par Jacques Lemaire alias idematoa, Août/Septembre 2021 via Studio One.
Free Download : https://idematoa.bandcamp.com/track/au-fil-de-leau-part-1

Au fil de l'eau : " Expression venant du mot latin filium utilisée dès l'Antiquité pour caractériser le caractère aléatoire d'une décision qui, portée tranquillement par le courant, peut amener à un échec ou à une réussite. De nos jours, cette dernière partie d'expression a été un peu oubliée. "


- BS - Eduardo Tarilonte  - Era 2
- Orchestral Tools - Arkhis
- Orchestral Tools - Layers
- Spitfire Audio - Albion Solstice
- Spitfire Audio - BBC Symphony Orchestra Pro
- Spitfire Audio - Albion One
- Spitfire Audio - Symphonic Motions
- Spitfire Audio - LABS - Synth Strings
- Spitfire Audio - Eric Whitacre Choir
- Spitfire Audio - Albion Neo
- Spitfire Audio - Contemporary Drama Toolkit
- Spitfire Audio - Originals Cinematic Pads
- Spitfire Audio - Olafur Arnalds Composer Toolkit
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Studio Strings
- Spitfire Audio - Spitfire Studio Woodwinds

Au Fil De L'Eau - Part 1

Orchestral music !
The entire album can be heard on all major streaming providers. It also has collaborations with SoundCloud musicians on it.

Orchetastic

Rode to the fairytale castle

Rode To The Fairytale Castle

there was no whey

By My Window

v1:  in the dark night, does it feels right, when there's no light.

       in the dark night, does it feel right, when there's no light.

chorus:  she is the queen of shadows, living in the dark.
              she is the queen of shadows, don' let her steal your heart,
                                                                                                                     
v2:  can you feel the fear, as she draws near, you wont hear.

        can you feel the fear, as she draws near, you wont hear.

v3:  in the darkest hour, she has the power, to devour.

in the darkest hour, she has the power, to devour,

v4:   can you feel the fire, her desire, your funeral pyre.

        can you feel the fire, her desire, your funeral pyre.

She is the queen of shadows.

Between the Worlds

The Awakening

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

What do you call it when 
You can’t remember someones name? 
What should I call you instead?

Feel the pressure rising
Right in front of my eyes
Tip of my tongue, but not my brain

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

Conversations a thousand times
I know I know your name
What it is right now I’ve got no clue

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

I need a second here
Get my foggy head clear
I’m not out of balance
I’m hopping around on one foot

Forget the left, forget the right
Forget about the party tonight
Get me to my next appointment

I need a second here
Get my foggy head clear
I’m not out of balance
I’m hopping around on one foot

Later on today or tonight
Not thinking ‘bout it
Beat the blocking phenomenon


Blocking Phenomenon

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

ANARS ! Cauchemar

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Put Me Back

Last Hello

Maybe or Maybe not

Maybe Or Maybe Not

Drop me a line

Drop Me A Line

Nasty Malfunction

The music project "Present Paradox" by Dortmund-based David Kleinekottmann provides insights into the often opaque nature of the present. The result is a fusion of melancholic and danceable elements, expansive and intimate at the same time, diverse and yet familiar. Since 2013, Kleinekottmann has been regularly releasing LPs/EPs that move between indie, experimental rock and electronica.

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