I killed the pharaoh 
You killed the king 
We’re at the same place in time
But we have an all together different meaning 
The space is clear
The dimensions are fleeting 
Their wives are lonely 
when can we dismiss this meeting 

The two assassins never met
But crept about the synchronistic wave
Like shadows covered in night 
The plebeians thought they were brave
But the scholars thought they were right

In the void of tangible power
They thought they could hear it all
But their reality was relative
It was their duty 
It was their call

Stamped hooves beating
Recorded sound non existent
The heated beeping deceiving 
The heaving thoroughbreds 
Of the imagination
Stampeding
Yet, they were never
They were never competing 

She screamed and wailed
The options racing the mind well
What incandescent hell
Have we traced destined lineage to fail?

Whatever it was, rang true
Created a midnight blue hue
To confuse and compel
The empty minds at rest that dwell
Inside their own jail
In a basement in Missouri 

Ah, Hurry hurry it’s on sale
And the inventory is running low
They’ve confiscated your mind
But your pocket is yours though

I’m not sure I’m not sure
That’s really fair

When do we ride
I wanna ride I wanna ride 

Time is an opus
But it ends at the score 
There’s too much to do
And they’re always asking for more 
So I took one final job
So I could retire before 
The moon hit the clouds
And the sun burns for nevermore 

I set off in the magic hour
But the sandstorm’s day had just begun
Trying to put me to bed 
But all I wanted was fun 
The motivating factors shifted
The visual acumen had drifted
The peaches rotted and the (redacted) got (redacted)
Why’d she cry?
Then the midst was misting 

I woke up at what appeared to be a new day
But when you don’t sleep who’s really to say?
I’d poisoned myself so doing to another
Was just another act of good will from his brother
I’d set the palace a blaze and make sure the emperor fell 
His manifesto on taxes and god 
Stood at the mountain top of all that is wrong
Thrice, I visited in the apothecary
Only to remember I had never bought that which you should never carry 
I returned to the force for more
Then realized I had already drunken the cure
I fed my bled to a tube through a vein
What is now sitting in a vile 
It is his destiny, it is his one way trane 

Meet me in the middle
I’m a man on a hill
If the wind blows any harder
There’s no telling where I’ll spill
My guts out on the floor
For those who dream of glory
Where they?what?and who you fighting for?
The man and the money
The man the money
So that’s your interpretation of the land of milk and honey?
Is that how you feel?
Honey, this is for real.

Normal Irregularities

Adjrisisan

Übermensch

You Wanted All Of Me (maxter)

During my teenage years, I composed quite diligently, creating many themes and tracks for my own enjoyment on my old Yamaha keyboard. However, that ended abruptly when I reached my twenties. I bought a new keyboard (the old one had broken down — a very sad moment), more advanced and expensive, but somehow I wasn’t able to do much with it, almost as if the magic was lost. That hiatus lasted a decade.
It was not a wasted decade, though, because I plunged deeply into listening to 18th- and 19th-century classical music, refining my taste and shaping my own musical identity.
The main theme of this Rondo somehow heralded a new era of composing. During a boring meeting with some association committee 7-8 years ago, my mind drifted far away, and the theme just appeared out of nowhere, almost completely fleshed out.
It was then that I became certain it was time to return to music.  Last month I've finally felt obliged to do a proper honour to the melody and to build a piece around it.

Rondo for Piano, G Minor

Ce titre, avec ‘AU PUB DES REGRETS’ et ‘INFIDÈLE’  fait partie de la trilogie ‘des amours tumultueux’ du micro-album PHONOGRAPHE de MCDC. Le couple ne va pas bien et en est presque à se séparer mais il existe encore une part d’espoir dans la tête d’un des amoureux en  crise. Il ne veut pas se retrouver seul où il fait noir.

This title, with ‘IN THE PUB OF REGRETS’ and ‘UNFAITHFUL’, is part of the trilogy 'of tumultuous loves” of the EP PHONOGRAPHE. The couple is not doing well and is almost separating, but there is still some hope in the head of one of the lovers in crisis. He doesn’t want to be alone where it’s dark.


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles et musique, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Michel Otis : piano
Frank Corneau : Basse
David Simard : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation



PHONOGRAPHE

J'veux surtout pas

End of the Bridge

The First Minute opens 12 Minutes — a short ambient classical journey by composer Jeremias Langsämmer. Soft strings meet choral textures to create a space of stillness and reflection. Designed for focus, calm, and cinematic listening, this piece captures the breath between thought and silence.

🎧 From the forthcoming album 12 Minutes, a suite of short ambient classical works for piano, strings, and quiet contemplation.

For fans of: Max Richter, Jóhann Jóhannsson, Ólafur Arnalds, Nils Frahm, Hammock

#ambientclassical #modernclassical #cinematicmusic #pianoandstrings #relaxingmusic #soundtrackmusic #focusmusic #calmmusic #jeremiaslangsammer #maxrichter #olafurarnalds #johannjohannsson #nilsfrahm #hammock

Edge of the Knife

Rob Fletcher

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