This is so clean and chopped incredibly well. Heru, you nailed it family. 💫

Heavyweight beat again - this is some real storytelling music

nice work mate ! getting some very cool groove armada sounds !! very impressive indeed

Fourth track of a set of short piano pieces. To my dear Damga.
"Ses cuisses de héros
Ont l’ondoyance voluptueuse des vagues;
Et le geste de son bras victorieux qui porte
Le thyrse saint
Montre la toison fauve de son aisselle"
Marie Krysinska

Caresse Musicale

Warm Piano Pieces IV - Caresse Musicale

This song is about those times when everything becomes too much. When I need to be in a quiet place, alone, somewhere safe where I can find myself again before I let myself out into the world. 

It can start in a busy street, where there are too many faces and voices and lights and sirens going by; or it can start when I am already alone but my thoughts are spinning around out of control and won’t let me rest. 

At those times a dimly lit room and a soft, mellow playlist turned low are my saviours; they pull me back into myself until I can find my perspective again.

Overload

A power ballad about death and decay. Interpreting inevitable changes, loss and departure into John's skillful lyrics, the vocal melody conveys a deep sadness. I composed and played the song on piano and guitar both. It's hard to believe that a random collaboration paired John and me together. Later, Dirk joined as a vocalist and added plenty of drama. Thank you so much, it's always fun to collaborate with you!

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, guitar, background vocals, programming, production
Dirk Diamond: vocals
John Nicholson: lyrics

Where to find us: 
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/dirk_van_diamond
https://johnnicholson.bandcamp.com/

==== LYRICS ====

I'm like a tree that sheds its leaves 
The final stage is coming, 
devoid of any future 

I stay here rooted to this spot 
No need to move around no, 
an ever growing tumour 

I see it only in my dreams 
When I awake from silence 
I hear the wind is calling me 
Testing my self-reliance 

Oohh sings the wind 
Oohh sings the wind 
Oohh sings the wind 
Things will never be the same 
Things will never be the same 

Alone I’ve walked this dusty road 
Left no trace and no sorrow, 
got no idea to borrow 

I'm bound right to this dying land 
Carrion crows are calling, 
an ever circling shadow 

I hope one day to see the light 
Dappled through meadows and tall trees 
And singing like the rippling stream 
Carried on a silent breeze 

Oohh sings the wind (it sings your name) 
Oohh sings the wind (it sings your name) 
Oohh sings the wind (it sings your name) 
Things will never be the same 
Things will never be the same

The Wind

The Wind (feat. Dirk Diamond)

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Bix Bixler Vocals.  Steinway Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Acoustic Bass. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Alto Saxophone Solo. Piano Steinway Acoustic Piano solo. Drums  Acoustic full kit trap set Brushes & Sticks. Percussion Shimmer tree. Zildjan 22" Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Bix Swings

Swing Talkin Sally

Sounds of impatience

E La Cassa Scorre Veloce2

Sk & Tubo     E La Cassa Scorre Veloce  (Testo di Anam Hermit & Sk)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Gary Reeves: Drums
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Despite it happening over a hundred years ago, the sinking of The Titanic is a subject which continues to fascinate.  Many may believe the ship’s misfortune in striking an iceberg was the simple reason for her demise but the true story is a catalogue of human error.  Investigation of the circumstances have unearthed a plethora of  mistakes that in their own way, all contributed to the disaster.  

In 1985, a secret mission to find the wrecks of two nuclear submarines unwittingly discovered that of The Titanic and since that time, ongoing scientific expeditions have discovered that the metal structure has created a species of bacteria that will eventually consume the entire ship, recycling the nutrients into the ocean ecosystem.  You can’t fight Mother Nature.  And you can’t fight those who'll always spot a way of making huge amounts of profit, no matter the grisly events from which they evolve. 

By 1998, tickets were put on sale at $32,500 each for tourists to view the remains and since then, fewer than 250 people have visited the site.  By 2021, OceanGate, who owned the Titan submarine, were offering tours to view said remains at a cost of up to $250,000 per person.  

Whilst understanding the continued scientific interest, I do find it macabre that the graves of those killed aboard Titanic, many from poor backgrounds, should become a tourist playground for the rich and privileged. That isn't to say I wasn’t glued to the news, hoping for a positive outcome in the rescue bid for those aboard the Titan sub.  It was deeply upsetting to discover that they had perished.  Some five years before the fatal implosion, specialists had warned OceanGate that the venture could very possibly end in such a disaster, yet I very much doubt the occupants, who had paid so much, were made aware of the fact.

I wanted to write a song that reflected how little we have learned in the century or so between Titanic and Titan.  It seems that, for rich and poor alike, the arrogance of greed will always be with us. (Terry Reeves)

(For those wondering what ‘CQD’ means, it was the first signal the wireless operator aboard Titanic used to call for assistance and means “All Stations.  Distress!” Later though, he did also transmit the more universally used code, ’SOS’). 
 
Underwater tour, down in deep watery waves
Two hundred and fifty thousand to visit the graves
The ghosts of 3rd class continue to descend 
Death has no pleasure, haunting message to send

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Sad moments of time forgotten names of the past
Imagine the screaming ending in silent broadcast 
Locking caged doors using padlocks and chains
No consideration given to lower class remains

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)
 
The rich need to own hold what no one else has
A brief chance to look down on the poor and the sad?
Excepting the science knowing lessons to learn
But not for amusement boasting others to yearn

Can’t believe 
No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x4)

Arrogance sank ‘Titanic’ built for luxury and speed
Now laying very static on the bottom of the sea
Arrogance imploded the ‘Titan’ Carbon submarine 
Sadly reminding too much money can be obscene

Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe 
Can’t believe,  No I can’t believe it’s happened again
It’s happened again ( x12) 

Can’t believe, Can’t believe 

CQD, CQD, CQD, CQD….

TITANIC TO TITAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Life and me. Life continues...I put that feeling into it!!

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life and me

This track is about a man who can’t change his life because of loss. Many years later he thinks about what could have been. 
I was really interested to write a story for this song. 

Music video out on Friday - You Tube and TikTok

I play the piano on this song and it’s recorded on an iPad.
Copyright PRS Mia Wilks 2024 both lyrics and musical score 

Whisper Lyrics

Here is a man 
With his head in his hands 
Falls from his fingers
Golden yellow sands 
These are the grains 
Of his life passing by
How quickly it went 
And he starts to cry

His life
What had he done
Buried his head
Forgotten his son 
These years had gone 
Melted away
Held out his hand
For his wife to stay 

Here is a man
With his head in his hand
A life of pain
Full of demand
All he wanted 
Was a future of peace
His head hurt so much
When would it cease 

There was a man
Now just spirit and soul
Together again with his wife 
Now his heart is whole 

There was a man
Now just spirit and soul
Together again with his wife 
Now his heart is whole 

His life
What had he done
Buried his head
Forgotten his son 
These years had gone 
Melted away
Held out his hand
For his wife to stay

Whisper

Caleb Meyer (Gillian Welch cover)

Super Machine

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