Trapped

Time Drifter

Drums: Mateusz 'Mat' Melanowski
Lyrics & Vocals : Mauro Elias
Written by/ Guitars/ Bass/ Keys/ Production : Me!
Mastered by Marvin@Tidestudio

Lyrics:

I’m a drifter, lost in time,
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry

Falling in 
my own thoughts

The clock ticks slow, shadows cling
Moments stretch, they sting
Yesterday grips, won’t let go
A heavy weight I’ve come to know

Through dark halls, I wander blind
Ghosts of failures fill my mind
Each step drags, pulling me back
Lost in the past’s endless track

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

Fragments scatter, torn apart
Guilt like poison fills my heart
I chase the light, but shadows stay
Time keeps laughing, I’m its prey

Every second, a heavy chain
Tied to moments filled with pain
But through the cracks, I’ll find my way
I’ll shatter time and seize the day

I’m a drifter, lost in time
Chased by echoes, a haunting cry
A thousand screams, I hear their call
I will break through and burn it all

I walk through time, no tether, no line
Moments blur, no reason, no rhyme
A fleeting glimpse, a fading spark
The future whispers, crying for the past

The clock still ticks, but I am free
No more shadows haunting me
No longer lost, I’ve claimed my way
The past is gone, I own today

Time Drifter

True Colours

The original version of this song called C Jam was closer to track #6 - Walking In New Orleans (Revisited) -  but Steve put such a cool guitar part on this one and gave it a character of it's own, that I changed the name of the song as it reminded me of a trip to New Orleans and how cool it was to just walk down the streets hearing the music from the bars and clubs we passed by.

Steve Giddings - Lead Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
Zamm Kenoby - Drums
Rafael Freitas - Bass Guitar
Steve Hillier - Piano

Mixed and Mastered by Zamm Kenoby

Music by Stephen Lawrence Hillier

Cover Art By Leraynne S.


Walking In New Orleans

Mes vingt ans, l'insouciance, on mordait la vie à belles dents, rien ne nous paraissait grave, tout nous semblait possible.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7AyQB2ISYM
Paroles:
Je commençais à peine à trouver quelques notes,
Toi t'étais déjà fan, tu riais de mes fautes.
Puis tu partais rejoindre les amis de ton âge,
Randonnée à cheval dans la lande sauvage.
C'est là bas qu'on s'est connu,
C'est là bas qu'on a vécu.
J'y pense encore malgré le temps,
Qui met des chaînes aux sentiments, et pourtant.

Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme le monde, nous portait,
A la lumière des champs de blé,
Chassant l'hiver, de nos pensées.
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme de tout, on se moquait,
Riant du pire, comme du meilleur,
Songeant toujours, à un ailleurs,
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,

J'ai fini par trouver un jour les bonnes notes,
Toi t'étais déjà loin, de ma vie de mes fautes.
J'ai peut être compris, un peu tard le message,
Tu courais trop sans moi, dans la lande sauvage.
Mais là bas tu resteras,
Toute ma vie comme autrefois.
Tu resteras malgré le temps,
Qui met des chaînes aux sentiment, et pourtant.

Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme le monde, nous portait,
A la lumière des champs de blé,
Chassant l'hiver, de nos pensées.
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme de tout, on se moquait,
Riant du pire, comme du meilleur,
Songeant toujours, à un ailleurs,
Comme on vivait, comme on s'aimait,
Comme on s'aimait.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète


Lyrics:
I was just beginning to find some notes,
You had already been a fan, you laughed at my mistakes.
Then you would leave to join friends your age,
Horseback riding in the wild moor.
It was there that we met
That's where we lived.
I still think about it despite the time,
Who puts chains on feelings, and yet.

As they lived, as they loved each other,
As the world carried us,
In the light of the wheat fields,
Chasing winter from our thoughts.
As they lived, as they loved each other,
As with everything, they laughed,
Laughing at the worst, as well as at the best,
Always thinking, of an elsewhere,
As they lived, as they loved each other,

I ended up finding the right grades one day,
You were already far away, from my life, from my faults
. I may have understood, a little late the message,
 You were running too much without me, in the wild moor.
 But there you will remain, all my life as in the past.
 You will remain in spite of time,
 Who puts chains on feelings, and yet.

As they lived, as they loved each other,
  Like the world, carried us, In the light of the wheat fields,
 Chasing the winter, from our thoughts.
 As we lived, as we loved each other, 
As with everything, we laughed at the worst,
 as at the best, Always thinking of an elsewhere,
 As we lived, as we loved each other,
 As we loved each other.

 Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer

Comme on s'aimait

A collaboration by Featherstone Massacre and Boblivion. We hope you like it

raison d’être

if Green was not a Color

Apple Music

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

The song describes the daily fight with the devil inside yourself.

The Devil in me

Sleep, O Hollow, in shadows deep,
Guard your secrets, in winter’s keep…”
The silence falls, the cold has grown,
The Hollow sleeps, in frost and stone.
Snowbound dreams, where spirits hide,
The owls chant low by the fire’s side.
From winter’s slumber, the Hollow shall rise,
Bathed in dawn beneath the skies.
Through shadows deep, the flame shall burn,
The wheel of seasons forever turns.
Roots awake, the earth takes breath,
Life returns from the hand of death.
The songbirds sing, the rivers race,
The summer fire lights every face.
O Hollow, ancient, your song remains,
Through sunlit fields and fiery rains.
By storm and silence, by night and day,
Your voice shall guide the endless way.
Whispered omens in the trees,
Echoes ride on twilight breeze.
Owls and spirits, starry skies,
Guard the flame where silence lies.
From winter’s slumber, the Hollow shall rise,
Bathed in dawn beneath the skies.
Through endless ages, your song shall reign,
Seasons return — yet you remain!
“Sleep again when the night is near,
The Hollow whispers, forever here…"
Seasons of the Eternal Hollow
The silence falls, the cold has grown,
The Hollow sleeps, in frost and stone.
Snowbound dreams, where spirits hide.

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Whispers of the Ancient Grove

Seasons of the Eternal Hollow

Odin und seine Raben

The Featherstone Massacre 1893 the British Army turned their guns on the civilian population.👇This is music about not taking things for granted they can always get worse. Its Metal and Alternative Rock for people who love distortion and a sing along chorus