Cinematic atmospherics with a strong melodic sense.

Merci pour ce titre, je le met dans ma playlist •ailleurs•.  , c’est trop beau, ça fait vraiment voyager et le changement de tonalité dans le moment accentué l’intensité épique. Bravo pour cette composition.

Me gusta mucho esta pista hay un gran trabajo aquí!!!!

Time at the End for Questions

Decimal Point

White

7 o'clock in the morning with an ocean of tears
we should have been pretty, but reality mourned
shadows growing on the back of the door

Words hurled like daggers projecting fears
shredding eachother into million pieces
Scars of misunderstanding formed

A silent tension camouflaged a deadly minefield
Polluting our judgements of right and wrong
even the time feared to move along

still 7 o'clock hope fled the dreaded battlefield
we're craving for love, but affection is gone
we're stuck in this place for far too long

so what's the point of our constant fight
we got burned so many times
so much pressure, so much anger
we shouldn't be allowed
so farewell to the love we knew,
And the time has come to face our crimes
let me fade away
let me be another face in the crowd

severly damaged, i need a place to retreat
searching for silence to ease and calm down
figuring out why my mind has doubts

strong fears and worries of being incomplete
are drowning my soul in a sea of sadness
but is our love worth so many downs

finally found the strength to mend my heart's mistake
I broke the chain that kept my mind in minor
putting my scattered pieces back together

draining my sea of sadness before it's too late
having loved, but now we're done
it's okay to let go of each other

so what's the point of our constant fight
we got burned so many times
so much pressure, so much anger
we shouldn't be allowed
so farewell to the love we knew,
And the time has come to face our crimes
let me fade away
let me be another face in the crowd


Another Face In The Crowd (piano version)

Let The People Rejoice

1995

Website

Cooked Oxide album by John Hardman - musician, 
songwriter, producer, multi-instrumentalist

Written, produced and arranged by John Hardman.

Vocals guitars, keys JH

(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Cooked Oxide

Magic Moments

Can't live by only bread, won't satisfy
Need something for my head to glorify
Need something for my heart to tenderize
And that thing you got that makes me appetize
Won't you lay it down all over me?

You cut right through the specter of my games
You come right to the center of my shame
You put cracks in my face's hollow pride
And shine a light on places I'd rather hide
Won't you lay it down all over me?

Never been a simple man
Won't you take me as I am
Never been a simple man
I know you can understand

Won't you lay it down all over me?

Lay It Down All Over Me

I constructed this track and I asked Annie if she felt inspired to put any words to it. she said "yes, defo, if her dream fairies come through with them." And they did ... seems they couldn't wait... which was great ... except that it was at four o'clock this morning!

Here's what came through:

WORDS:

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown.
But over the years, I realised .... it was real, it was my loved ones singing me home.

When the day is dark, and the night is long...in the still, small hours I hear their song.
The road less travelled can be full of stones, but their song makes the journey seem not so long.
When I meet the devil, at the crossing, and I have to choose right, from wrong,
I follow their attunement, and soon find, that where once I was weak, I am strong

Now the sun is glowing red, and the shadows growing longer, their song is sounding out... even louder
Rising to a crescendo, as every sacrifice is cheered, every last injury and pain is honoured,
Pulling me up the steep, craggy pathway of that last mountain I have to climb,
Until I’m released from the valley of the shadow of death, ruled by Old Father Time.

I thought at first it was a dream, just a childhood fantasy that had grown and grown.
But over the years ...I've seen that it’s real, and that it’s my loved ones singing me home.

© Lyrics and vocal, copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2024
© Music and cover art, copyright Mark Combstead, August 2024

Our way home - Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

"Asterism" blends cosmic keys, hip-hop lofi beats, and atmospheric guitar to stir deep emotions. Like stars in an asterism, which aren’t part of constellations, this track shines with its own unique message from the universe.

Life

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Asterism

02 Little Cheese

In the last weeks DMs swept in from assumed new fans, praising one's musical talent in glowing words and phrases. A few "innocent" Thank-yous later their promo sales machines got fired. I admit: I had some fun in detecting their innocence in marketing and expose their poor strategies (often seemingly right out of some obscure how-to "handbook"). All gave up after a while, some disappointed or disillusioned, some just irritated and deprived of valid arguments. Poor souls sometimes ... 
Anyway, I took some ot the opening sentences from those advancements and a few claims et voilá: lyrics were written. SUNO took care of the musical presentation, which I polished a bit more with adding drums, organ and mixing.

Fake Fame

Hi there, my name is Roberto

I'm a graduated professional musician and I have more than 20 years of experience in playing guitar and Producing Music.

I also do Piano tracks optimization, mixing and mastering work.

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