“Madame Colère” is a dark and emotional French electro-pop track blending cold-wave influences, poetic lyrics, and 80s-inspired synth textures. The song portrays the inner battles of a fragile yet fiercely alive woman — a “porcelain fortress” shaken by waves of pain, tension, and volcanic emotion. Through expressive French vocals and atmospheric electronics, the track paints the portrait of someone forced to retreat into herself, caught between moments of clarity and sudden storms, between strength and exhaustion.
A dramatic, intimate piece for listeners who connect with deep feelings, introspection, and the darker edge of synth-pop.”

Madame Colère

This line just came to me ‘It’s far too late to be writing any love songs’. I had to write a song. I reached a point where I couldn’t find it in me to write a Love song.

It’s Far Too Late by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

My friend and I jamming in 1980 with a mic up to each of our amps into a tape deck.
Greg Michalski - Right Guitarist
Ron Snyder - Left Guitarist

DIRECT TO POINT (Michalski & Snyder - 1980 JAM)

A nostalgic anthem that pays tribute to youth, friendship, and those we’ve lost. Whistling outro and vivid storytelling make it a standout for anyone reflecting on the past

Remember the Days

The clock above her station blinks
Half-past dawn in frozen pink
She ties her braid with silver thread
and hums the jingle in her head

The air smells faintly sweet and sharp
of plastic snow and solder sparks
She paints a smile on someone's joy
then checks the time, then paints a toy

There's glitter dust on every breath
and laughter printed on the box
The barcode hums like winter hymns
for places she will never walk

Her friend folds ribbons from the scraps
a red one tied around her wrist
She says, 
"Tonight we'll hang them high
a paper moon, 
our Christmas list."

Spin the wheel
little saint of steel
haloed in heat 
and factory peel
Dreams on the floor
lights overhead
The elves don't sleep
they build instead

In dreams she walks through aisles of snow
her shoes leave prints that start to glow
Each toy she made now calls her name
in tiny voices soft with blame

"Mama
you built us one by one
now rest
your shift is never done"

The manager posts a Christmas quote
on a board of rules and warnings bold
She smiles, then wipes the gold paint dry
her hands now shimmer, red and cold

Outside the trucks hum minor chords
the night is lit by plastic stars
She whispers to the empty dark
"We made your joy - whoever you are"

Spin the wheel
little saint of steel
haloed in heat
and factory peel
Dreams on the floor
lights overhead
The elves don't sleep
they build instead

The elves don't sleep
but they still believe

The Elves Don't Sleep

Are you still there, behind the flickering screen?

The Flickering Screen

Tell me again how you don’t care; you know it is a lie.
Maybe you were just unprepared, but why’d it make you cry?
You can blame the circumstances, the moon, the stars, the sea.
There’s just one thing you can’t blame; you can’t blame it on me.

You accused me, said I didn’t try; I know I did my best.
I played a game of checkers with you; you were playing chess.
Looking back, it’s clear to me, I was never in the game.
You point that finger anywhere you like, but I won’t take the blame.

Right isn't wrong, and wrong is never right.
You were so sure, and you wanted me to try it.
I was so sure it was just an oversight.
I didn’t care enough to put up much of a fight.

INTRUMENTAL

Right isn't wrong, and wrong is never right.
You were so sure, and you wanted me to try it.
I was so sure it was just an oversight.
I didn’t care enough to put up much of a fight.

Tell me again how you don’t care; you know it is a lie.
Maybe you were just unprepared, but why’d it make you cry?
You can blame the circumstances, the moon, the stars, the sea.
There’s just one thing you can’t blame; you can’t blame it on me.

You Can't Blame Me

This is a track from the forthcoming - and long-awaited - album "Temple of Art", bringing all the past single releases together under one remixed and remastered umbrella for 2026. These will be available from all the usual streaming outlets.

Proteus

https://on.soundcloud.com/InZSaAfnExDOBk9Uns by Wirth-X @wirth-x

ShAnkAri touch - ShAnkAri prod.
🚬🧲@djShAnkAri 💫

Wirth-X - Trouble at the chapel (ShAnkAri touch)

This song is about the little pieces of life we leave behind us as we go — the crumbs, the memories, the lessons, and the moments that guide us forward. “Bread on the Road” is my way of saying that every step we take leaves something meaningful for the next one, and sometimes the things we drop without thinking are exactly what help us find our way back home.

It’s about movement, survival, growth, and trusting that even when life feels scattered or uncertain, there’s always a trail leading somewhere better. It’s a reminder that nothing we’ve lived through is wasted — every piece matters, every crumb counts, and the road always knows where we’re going.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Sunrise on the blacktop
Aint got no time to stop
But that Greyhound bus looks full
Empty belly aint cool

[Prechorus]
Got to find a place
To fill my face

[Chorus]
Bread on the road
Bless this heavy load
Strangers share what they can
Yeah Bread on the road amen

[Verse 2]
Hitchin rides with a smile
Walked a weary mile
Mama said dont take no rides
From strangers with shifty eyes

[Prechorus]
But I aint got no choice
Hear my hungry voice

[Chorus]
Bread on the road
Bless this heavy load
Strangers share what they can
Yeah Bread on the road amen

Bread On The Road

This song is about what really happens when family comes together — the good memories, the broken pieces, the people we miss, and the things we’re finally ready to let go of. It’s about cracked plates, old stories, old wounds, and the way a familiar room can hold both pain and comfort at the same time. 

I wanted to capture that moment where everyone sits down, looks around the table, and realizes that forgiveness doesn’t have to be a big dramatic thing — sometimes it’s just passing the wine, sharing a smile, or choosing not to reopen the same old fight. It’s about letting love be louder than the history we’ve all lived through. 

This song is my way of honoring how imperfect and beautiful family can be, and how a simple meal can become the place where healing finally starts.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Cracked plates and stories untold
Grandma's laugh a treasure of gold
Remember the fights the slamming of doors
We gather now on familiar floors 

[Prechorus]
Can we let it go
Can we let it go 

[Chorus]
Around this table of forgiveness
Love's the only thing we profess
Pass the gravy pass the wine
Let bygones be bygones this time 

[Verse 2]
Uncle Joe's got a brand new wife
Little Timmy's got a brand new life
Auntie Susan she can't make it this year
But we know she's with us oh so near 

[Prechorus]
Can we let it go
Can we let it go 

[Chorus]
Around this table of forgiveness
Love's the only thing we profess
Pass the gravy pass the wine
Let bygones be bygones this time

Table of Forgiveness

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

You Can't Blame Me

Scott Orr

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