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Lost At Sea

Won’t you come and play with me 
play whatever you feel 
play whatever you feel 
Come and Play with me

Won’t you come and play with me 
It’ll set you free
If you come and play with me

You go up and I go up 
You go down and I go down
If you come and play with me

Won’t you come and play with me
It’ll set you free
If you come and play with with me 

You go up and I go up
You go down and I go down
If you come and play with me

Won’t you come and play with me 
It’ll set you free 
if you come and play with me

The Conversation

Muse X

Music and Lyrics by Matan Hamish.

Available for recording & publishing

Lyrics:

Stranded
Lost at sea
Nowhere to be but
In the arms of my loneliness

Stranger
On stranger land
Feels so unfamiliar
Swimming through sand

Cause I have paid in tears and blood
My weight in gold, to make them proud
I had to fall, to fill me with doubt, learning to walk, Im heading out
I'm off to find my homeland I dreamt about

Questions
So much to answer
But too little words
At the tip of my tongue

Shoreline
Out in the distance
But I just dont know
if I wish to be found

Cause I have paid in tears and blood
My weight in gold, to make them proud
I had to fall, to fill me with doubt, learning to walk, Im heading out
I'm off to find my homeland I dreamt about

Heartache
Dont fail me now
The only reminder of
Ever feeling alive

Homeland

early demo of shifting sands, lyrics and vocals coming soon

shifting sand (demo)

Mellow acoustic americana type ballad about someone coming to terms with their loss. Realizing that they have traded everything and wound up only with a hand of beans. Although they know what has happened , they are in denial and hoping that noone actually confronts them with the truth.

Handfull Of Beans

Many thanks to my friend Mathis for his masterful guitar on this project more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/user-247333630

mixed and mastered Combstead

Feast or Famine - Mathis

"Sweater Weather" by Northern Sky is a tender and atmospheric indie pop ballad that blends elements of folk, modern classical, and ambient music. Featuring heartfelt piano, emotive violin, and ethereal vocals, this track evokes a warm nostalgia, like the golden glow of autumn leaves. Its dreamy soundscape is reminiscent of artists like Sufjan Stevens, Sigur Rós, and Agnes Obel. Immerse yourself in the quiet beauty of "Sweater Weather," where melody and memory intertwine.

Autumn’s quite song
Leaves me thinking of you
I wear the sweater you gave me
With moments I can’t undo

Like apples from the tree,
That fell in your backyard,
Where lilies touched the sky,
Where we wandered side by side.
When I was just a child,
On those soft, gentle days,
I wonder, when will I,
See you again?

Do I feel you near?
Can I feel your care?
Whispers in my ear, always there.

Written and Performed by Northern Sky

Sweater Weather

Breaking the Cycle
(A Song of Peace and Hope)

Intro

We’ve been walking this road, so long, so worn,
A trail of tears through a field of thorns.
But somewhere deep, a whisper grows,
A voice that says, "It's time to let it go."

Verse 1
The weight of the past, it’s heavy and cold,
Stories of vengeance, the lies we’ve been told.
We carry the hurt like a badge on our sleeve,
But love is the thread that we’ve yet to weave.

Chorus
Let’s break the cycle, rise above the flames,
No more pointing fingers, no more casting blame.
The chains of hatred, we can leave behind,
It starts with a choice, a change of mind.

Verse 2
A child is born with an open heart,
But we teach them the walls, we pull them apart.
Yet the sun doesn’t ask who’s wrong or right,
It just keeps on shining, day and night.

Bridge
It’s not too late to begin again,
The wounds can heal, let the love begin.
One spark of kindness can light the way,
A brighter tomorrow starts today.

Chorus
Let’s break the cycle, rise above the flames,
No more pointing fingers, no more casting blame.
The chains of hatred, we can leave behind,
It starts with a choice, a change of mind.

Outro
The earth will turn, and seasons will shift,
What we plant today becomes the gift.
So plant the seeds of love and light,
And watch the world turn toward the light.

It starts with us, it starts tonight.

Let's Break the Cycle

Verse 1
Love
What you doin' now?
Tell me about your plans
Hey
Just spit it out
I know you're drivin' 'round

Verse 2
Say you're sittin' at a light
On the corner of love and doubt
And I know the timing isn't right
But let's pretend it is right now

Chorus
What if this night is the last night of summer?
What if tonight
We finally become lovers?
And what if we wake up
And find out it's just me and you
If dreams came true

Verse 3
Hey
It's your favorite song
Can you turn it up?
You say you feel the way I do
But we're still terrified of us

Verse 4
There's something 'bout these streets
That remind me of my mom
And I'd like to think if she were here
She'd say
"Don't be scared
Life's too short not to be young"

Chorus
What if this night is the last night of summer?
What if tonight
We finally become lovers?
And what if we wake up
And find out it's just me and you
If dreams came true

If Dreams Came True

4. InderSonne

This dark, moody alternative rock track combines heavy guitars, eerie piano, and haunting vocals to create a deep, atmospheric sound.

Apple Music

10.31

// Original vocals Elizabeth Wiśniewski
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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I found a hat beneath the sky,
It whispered low, "Come learn to fly,"
So I buttoned up my coat of stars
And sailed above the trolley cars.

The clouds were brewing lemon tea,
A bird with boots made space for me,
We sang a song of sideways rain
And danced around a weather vane.

I’m flying free, just me and the moon,
Skipping through echoes of a silvery tune,
No tether, no ticket, no gravity fee,
Just feathers on a Tuesday,
And nothing chasing me.

A fish in spectacles waved “Hi,”
As paper planes went floating by,
The clocks all chimed a different time,
And none of them were mine.

Down below, the people crawl,
All squared up and vertical,
But here I am - a dandelion,
Kissed by wind and gently flyin'.

I’m flying free, just me and the moon,
Skipping through echoes of a silvery tune,
No tether, no ticket, no gravity fee - 
Just feathers on a Tuesday,
And nothing chasing me.

So if you hear a laughing breeze,
It might be me among the trees,
Still drifting where the weird things be...
Still floating...
Still free.

Still Free (Feat. Elizabeth Wiśniewski)

Le solo final de guitare saturée emporte l'auditeur loin des murs de la cité des vents, dans une vague imaginaire..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy-Cvci8cp8

Paroles:

Leurs yeux se sont ouverts, un matin, sur des murs de béton.
Ils ont connu les jeux et les cris d'un même horizon,
De pelouses jaunies, de débris de bouteilles,
Qu'un gardien immobile, de sa loge surveille.

Leurs yeux se ferment quand la nuit envahit,
Les murs géants de la cité des vents,
ils se dessinent les routes claires, sous le levant.
Leurs voix se taisent quand les ombres se figent,
l'hiver est long dans la cité des vents,
Ils imaginent le goût salé, des océans.

Leurs vingt ans sont venus bien plus vite, qu'ils ne l'imaginaient,
Entraînant derrière eux, les désirs, les plaisirs, tant secrets.
S'il est vrai que le temps, étouffe les cris d'enfants,
Les leurs résonnent encore, dans la cité des vents.

Leurs yeux se ferment quand la nuit envahit,
Les murs géants de la cité des vents,
ils se dessinent les routes claires, sous le levant.
Leurs voix se taisent quand les ombres se figent,
l'hiver est long dans la cité des vents,
Ils imaginent le goût salé, des océans, des océans.

Leurs yeux se ferment quand la nuit envahit,
Les murs géants de la cité des vents,
ils se dessinent les routes claires, sous le levant.
Leurs voix se taisent quand les ombres se figent,
l'hiver est long dans la cité des vents,
Ils imaginent le goût salé, des océans, des océans.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète 

Stuck for more than thirty years in edits, I can finally bring out "The Windy City"! Thank you for your listening, which is important to me.

Lyrics:

Their eyes were opened, one morning, to concrete walls.
They have known the games and cries of the same horizon,
Of yellowed lawns, of the debris of bottles,
That a motionless guard, with his eye watches.

Their eyes close when the night invades,
The giant walls of the Windy City,
they draw the clear roads, under the east.
Their voices fall silent when the shadows freeze,
Winter is long in the city of winds,
They imagine the salty taste, of the oceans, of the oceans.

Their twenties came much faster than they imagined,
Dragging behind them, desires, pleasures, so secret.
If it is true that time stifles the cries of children,
Theirs still resonate in the city of winds.

Their eyes close when the night invades,
The giant walls of the Windy City,
they draw the clear roads, under the east.
Their voices fall silent when the shadows freeze,
Winter is long in the city of winds,
They imagine the salty taste, of the oceans, of the oceans.

Their eyes close when the night invades,
The giant walls of the Windy City,
they draw the clear roads, under the east.
Their voices fall silent when the shadows freeze,
Winter is long in the city of winds,
They imagine the salty taste, of the oceans, of the oceans.

La cité des vents

This song captures the quiet, aching limbo of a relationship that’s long past saving, yet neither person can bear to end. Through sleepless nights and silent goodbyes, the lyrics paint a portrait of emotional inertia—two lovers clinging to routine and memory, even as the love has faded into denial. With haunting repetition and subtle sorrow, it explores the fear of letting go, the weight of unsaid words, and the longing for escape that never quite arrives.

Goodbye My Love

Guitar: Clay Willis
Guitar Solo: Spencer Brochard
Piano: Bob Patin
Cello: Milo Deering
Bass: Pete Miller
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

Somewhere Else

'Among the Ruins' is a piano-driven song that evokes a sense of melancholic beauty and introspection. It explores themes of loss, survival, and the quiet resilience of the human spirit amidst desolation, blending elegant melodies with moments of dramatic intensity. Delicate piano motifs echo the fragments of something once whole, gradually building into a sweeping, emotional climax that feels both intimate and epic, as undertones of melodica and oboe fill out the track’s sonic landscape. For anyone navigating the aftermath of personal storms, 'Among the Ruins' is a journey through what remains when everything else falls away.

Among the Ruins

[Verse 1]
We gathered by Lake Nacimiento's shore
With sleeping bags and tales galore
Old truck beds and pinewood scents
Hearts wide open, innocence bent

The girls wore flowers in their hair
Sun-kissed skin, the warm night air
The boys skipped stones and passed guitars
Underneath a sky of a thousand stars

[Chorus]
Oh Lake Nacimiento, hold us still
Time runs fast, but memories are real
Campfire smoke and whispered dreams
Echo down those canyon streams
Raise a toast to youth once more
On Nacimiento’s golden shore

[Verse 2]
We took to skis at break of day
Cut through the glass in a sunlit bay
Laughin’ loud ‘til voices cracked
Falling down and climbing back

Cooler lids and clinking cans
Songs that only teens could stand
A secret kiss beneath the trees
Forever kept in memories

[Chorus]
Oh Lake Nacimiento, hold us still
Time runs fast, but memories are real
Campfire smoke and whispered dreams
Echo down those canyon streams
Raise a toast to youth once more
On Nacimiento’s golden shore

[Bridge]
The years roll on like drifting boats
But still I hear those midnight notes
The laughter, firelight, and cheers
Still dancing through these years

[Final Chorus]
Oh Lake Nacimiento, hold us still
Time runs fast, but memories are real
Campfire smoke and whispered dreams
Echo down those canyon streams
Raise a toast to youth once more
On Nacimiento’s golden shore

[Outro]
So here’s to love and fading light
To Lake Nacimiento’s summer nights

To Lake Nacimiento’s summer nights

Lake Nacimiento

Sad lyrics in disguise. Caffeine, Spite, and Whatever This Is sounds upbeat but bleeds honesty. It’s a breakdown dressed like a banger.

Caffeine, Spite, and Whatever This Is

Just Another Weekend III is the darkest and most ritualistic chapter in DNamezys’s trilogy — a cinematic descent into shadow, desire, and spiritual unrest. This is not just an EP. It's a southern gothic sermon, whispered through cracked stained glass and swamp-smoke. Rooted in dark Americana, gothic blues, and cinematic occult rock, the project conjures a slow-burning, sensual storm of sound and poetry. Here, love is a curse, touch is sacred blasphemy, and memory is ash smeared across the altar of the self.

Swampy electric guitars bleed into ambient decay. Drums throb like ritual heartbeats. And through it all, DNamezys delivers his lyrics like an incantation — part preacher, part ghost, part wounded god. This EP isn't meant to be heard; it's meant to be felt, possessed, and survived.

🕯 1. Ashes
A haunting opening ritual. In “Ashes,” DNamezys lights the match to everything once holy — a broken prayer turned poison. With serpentine guitars and funereal rhythm, he chants through grief, obsession, and the bitter taste of belief gone wrong. A gothic blues ballad for the damned and still-devoted.

🩸 2. This Skin
A raw hymn of trauma and identity. “This Skin” is a confessional drenched in blood and memory, where the body becomes both a shrine and a battlefield. It pulses with slow, aching darkness, building to an unholy revelation: to survive love, you become the wound. One of DNamezys’s most emotionally devastating songs to date.

🌙 3. No One Knows
A soft, aching ghost story. Here, the artist strips down to emotional bone, singing of loneliness, invisibility, and the aching desire to be seen without fear. It’s a tender moment in the storm — like lighting a candle in a ruin. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt too much in a world that wants less.

🔥 4. Divine
The EP’s final spell — erotic, defiant, and unapologetically spiritual. “Divine” is DNamezys in his most powerful form: demanding, trembling, drenched in sacred hunger. Gothic blues riffs rise like incense, while his voice becomes a possessed invocation of desire without shame. This is not love. This is worship.

Just Another Weekend III is a forbidden mass for the emotionally haunted — lovers, artists, monsters, and saints. It closes the trilogy not with resolution, but with transformation. DNamezys doesn’t ask to be healed. He sings to be remembered… in ashes, in skin, in silence, and in fire.

No One Knows

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Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

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