Terre sous tension

Speed Bump (St-Martin Road Song)

Speed Bump (St - Martin Road Song)

A simple track that would fit well fighting geth!

Combat OST

Original song, video, pictures, and gif created, composed, and produced by Among The Vanity.

I Feel Fallen

Too Many Words was included in the top 30 list for the CONTEMPORARY POP DANCE Category of the 2022 Australian Songwriting Contest. 

I was thinking one day about how my songs are wordy.  I had the thought that I could write one that was mostly the words "too many words" and would have far fewer words than most.  Naturally irony prevailed and "Too Many Words" probably has too many words.

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Chorus 1:
Too many words
Get in the way
Of all the clever things
I was planning to say
Too many words
Over the top
I know what I'm doing
But I can't seem to stop

Verse 1:
I've been nervous thinking
About what I'd say tonight
I rehearsed a whole lot cuz
I wanted to get it right
I was looking here and there
Through all the words I knew
To find the words to tell you
How I feel about you

Chorus 2:
Too many words
Got in the way
Of whatever it was I thought
That I wanted say
The most important things
Are hard to convey
That's when too many words
Get in the way

Bridge:
Long as I remember it's always been this way
No matter what I talk about I've got too much to say
All my songs are far too long
All my stories are long too
I rarely choose a single word when 5 or 10 will do.

Verse 2:
I stumbled over adjectives
Adverbs, nouns and verbs
All I heard myself say
was a jumbled mess of words
Felt i should Apologise
For what I'd put you through
Before I could you smiled and said
You already knew

Chorus 3:
I wasn't sure
What it was I heard
I was still caught up in my
Avalanche of words
I felt so alive like I could
Laugh and dance and sing
But I couldn't manage
to say a single thing

Chorus 4:
You taught me a lot
‘bout talking since that day
I’ve learned that what you hear
Matters more than what I say
I still got a ways to go
Before I master brevity
But I’m getting better at telling you
what you mean to me
I took some time and thought about
All the words I could do without
One by one I cut them out
'Til the only words left numbered three

Too Many Words

Race

I’ve poured my soul into "Dirt Bed," a raw, heart-wrenching rock song that traces the cracks of a restless mind. It speaks of mirrors shattering under truths too heavy to hold, of bridges set ablaze in search of something beyond. The gritty riffs and whispered lyrics carry my longing for peace, a quiet surrender to a dirt bed’s embrace. I hope its shadows resonate with you, as if we’re sharing the same fleeting stillness.

Dirt Bed

Something In The Way

The Garden of Earthly Delights

Silence of the Forest Path

Echoes of the Machine

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Your suitcase by the door again, another Thursday flight
Cash folded by the bedside, boarding pass held tight
Your phone lights up—three names you won't remember
While he's asking the babysitter if you're coming home in December

You're hunting something nameless in a stranger's bed
He's drawing stick figures with two heads

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

Watching from the corner booth, untethered and alive
You tell yourself that freedom means you don't apologize
But something flickers when a child's voice cuts the noise
The way you grip your glass destroys your poise

You're teaching him that staying isn't what the worthy do
He's learning love looks just like walking through

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

His height marks on the wall you'll never see
Your suitcase wheels have worn a groove into the floor
The key you threw away has rusted through
Every lock you own is haunted now by you

Scrape the ink, destroy the costume clean
Let him see the person, not the scene
The deadbolt's just a choice you make tonight
There's still a door, there's still a light

But small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching...

You won't take it off, the mirror knows
Another crowd, another pose
His small hand reaching through the empty air
Learning early that you were never really there

Small Hands

Metal, punk/hardcore, and southern rock influences. Smooth frequencies and rhythms deadly. This is the new way, just another war

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