I love how ominous this feels. it's fucking awesome!

if there was ever an award for the best synthwave creator, you would win it

Excellently constructed intro, from the botton to the top, every next layer bettter than the last one.

Fantastic work with amazing sound painting.

Tantric Eclipse

I caught you looking down your nose. When you had read my words.
With all the silly pictures where I put my head on birds.
Trouble is you think you mean something.
When you really don't mean nothing. 

Oh, I could write a song with words exactly the same as you.
But my words won't mean a thing to you.  You take me for a fool.
And you think you fucking mean something.
You really need to mean something. 

Your pretty face decayed with age and left you in the lurch.
you didn't have a character. you'd never been to church.
But you still pretend it means something.
Oh, it really fucking means something. 

Watch out, you'll give me a heart attack.
No doubt. now you have lost the knack.
Step out. hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Your guitar is on your shoulder and you Wear it like a hat.
Just a fashion statement that might help you pull and that.
You still pretend it means something.
Oh it really fucking means something. 

Just because I have a joke and arn't as serious as you.
That doesn't mean that my words don't count exactly like yours do.
But I don't pretend they mean something.
They really don't mean nothing. 

Yeah I use all the cliches, oh I might say in or out. 
Up-and-down, side to side, I might cry round about.
I just don't pretend to mean something.
It doesn't fucking mean something. 

Hard tack. The few things your living for 
Hatch back. Expecting nothing more.
Old hat. Hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Oh, I might write a song in which I'm talking to a wolf.
Because that is a word which I can easy rhyme with gulf.
Bet you wanna think that means something.
It really fucking means nothing. 

Yeah, it's as easy as finding words that rhyme with laundromat.
You could say that, bat, cat, sat, lath, rat, hat, gnat, fat, mat. 
Oh you think it fucking means something.
Yeah you think it fucking means something. 

Oh, You've been writing songs in which youre talking to the Queen.
You're creating images, you don't know what they mean.
But you think they fucking mean something.
Yeah you think they fucking mean something. 

New man, tied to a changing mat.
or pram, a dent in the place you sat.
no maam, hoping to find my way home.
now I'm all alone. 

It's not that my words don't have meaning to them like you think yours do.
It's just that I don't attach value to it like you fucking do.
Cos you think it fucking means something.
Or you think it fucking means something. 

Strike back. giving your heart away.
Give back, here's to another day,
Price tag. Hoping to find your way home.
Now your'e all alone. 

Oh I could sing I love you, oh now don't you get me wrong.
But the people that I love know it without a fucking song.
Cos it's actions that mean something. 
Your words don't mean nothing. 

Yeah there's not much point in saying things if you're not gonna follow through.
The people who shout loudest are the ones who never do.
But they still pretend it means something.
It really fucking means nothing.



Mean Something

Esta canción esta dedicada a mi tío Lorenzo Fanlo, que trabajó muy duro toda su vida y que fue un ejemplo de honradez y de bondad. Pero también le gustaba divertirse y me encantaba verlo disfrutar en las fiestas de nuestro pueblo, Castiliscar, y en las del Pilar de Zaragoza. Por eso he dividido la canción en tres partes: trabajo, fiesta y decadencia.
Para ver video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STFvmCr9bHg

ELEGIA A LORENZO FANLO

From the Enchantress Cadaverous's first EP
Music: Valentin Loisy
Lyrics & Vocals: Fred Offret

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Enchantress Cadaverous - Anger Of The Dryad

Isolation is a track I've composed back in the pandemic, and here it takes new form. Part of the Odyssey (the previous song, which this is a continuation for) is loneliness, feeling lost, looking for oneself, embracing the darkness and finding yourself. Or not. Sometimes it is really lonely - whether in space or in real life. This is a bit of how it felt back then in 2020. 

This is also part of my album about space - space is basically a metaphor for a journey of self-discovery. Enjoy

Isolation

Bright Renaissance

God Is Real 

I’ve been round the world before
But I don’t have that much to say
I forgot what love is for
There’s countless ones I’ve thrown away 

But something here is calling me
You’re voice is ringing loud and true
Honestly I can’t convince 
Myself I don’t know what to do

Cause I forgot what love is for
I’ve never known I am afraid

I’ve only felt the kind of love 
that glancing eyes would make me trade 
I’ve only felt the kind of love 
That glancing eyes would make me trade 

I want love that hurts to breath
Something incapacitating
I forgot what love is for
There’s countless ones I’ve thrown away    	

I’ve only felt the kind of love 
That glancing eyes would make me trade 

I forgot what love is for
I’ve never known I am afraid
I’ve been down this road before
So every night I try to pray

I regret empty affections 
Never shared with someone new
I don’t regret the things I’ve done
Only things I never felt 

And I’ve been down this road before 
I’ll carry debts until I’m grey

Not the kinds of bills I get
That welfare checks can help me pay
Not the kinds of bills I get 
That welfare checks can help me pay

Every night I flunk the test
I’m sick of all this hesitating 
I’ve been down this road before
So every night I try to pray

Not the kinds of bills I get 
That welfare checks can help me pay

I’ve been down this road before 
I’ll carry debts until I’m grey
I’ve been round the world before
With no-one there to guide my way

You have such a haunting voice 
The kind of thing that whisper screams
Makes the people at the bar 
Quiet down to hear you sing

And I’ve been round the world before
But I don’t have that much to say 

Quiet down I’m listening 
To what the girl on stage will play
Quiet down I’m listening 
To what the girl on stage will play

You can be my Tiny Tim 
If I can be your ukulele 
I’ve been round this world before 
With no-one there to guide my way

Quiet down I’m listening 
To what the girl on stage will play

God is real she’s telling me
That everything will be ok
God is real she’s telling me
That everything will be ok
God is real she’s telling me
That everything will be ok

God is real

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No Revenge

My third project and first EP, WHAT YOU LOOK FOR; a sonic documentation of my journey to validation, justice, love, pleasure, satisfaction and meaning. Here, I have also begun to experiment with and tap into echoes of drone music.

THE COLOR OF IT

my first original house esk track its on the minimal side but i was just too excited to share it so here it is, just went for a nice groove and vibe

sharks on venus

Hello, I am RetroRave. I'm a sucker for the 80s and I make electronic music - Disco, Retrowave or whatever starts playing into my mind. Thank you for listening to my stuff.

Newest release: Delirium (Orchestrated)

Isolation

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