I'm floating on the waves. This is gorgeous.

10/10 super cool love the theme and the tones. super sick

I listened to this without looking at the title and got a sense of waves, the guitar sounds great on this. Unique. 10/10 this one!

Lie down on the beach and let the waves take you, let them roll you around on the sand, let them take you into the water, let them teach you to be noble, let them win. 

Electric guitar.

NewFoundLand

Let The Ocean Move You

Let the Ocean Move You

Aria di tempesta sui nostri animi - Storm clouds gather on the Ligurian Riviera

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(translation above)

La pyrowoman

Sa danse laissait des séquelles
Quand son miroir aux allumettes
Faisait jaillir des étincelles
Chez ceux qui rêvaient de conquête

Avec un seul regard de braise
Elle enflammait toute la salle
Qui suffoquait dans la fournaise
Des pensées les moins virginales

Refrain :
Elle n’était pas une pyromane
Ni par désir, ni par démence,
C’est la danse qui par essence
L’allumait en pyrowoman

Tout flambant neuf, le sol de scène
Planchait sur la meilleure manière
De quoi garder un peu de veine
Sous l’incandescente incendiaire

Un jeune pompier, à l’évidence,
Déjà en burn-out pour elle
Dans le brasier, d’un coup, s’élance
Pour stopper sa danse antigel
(refrain)

Et dans sa veste protectrice
Il est devenu inflammable
Son cœur brûlait, grisant délice,
Jusqu’à déborder de vocables.

Il s’épousèrent dans l’ambulance,
Puisque tous deux étaient de mèche.
Dans leur foyer, l’union fut dense
D’où naquirent beaucoup de flammèches
(refrain)

Paroles et musique, Myckaël Marcovic, 
15/02/2022

The pyrowoman

Her dance left its mark
When her matchbox mirror
Made sparks fly
In those who dreamed of conquest

With a single glance of ember
She set the whole room on fire
Who suffocated in the furnace
Of the less virginal thoughts

Chorus :
She was not a pyromaniac
Neither by desire, nor by dementia,
It is the dance which by essence
Lit her up as a pyrowoman

All brand new, the stage floor
Planned on the best way
Of what to keep a little vein
Under the incandescent fire

A young fireman, obviously,
Already in burn-out for her
In the blaze, suddenly, rushes
To stop his antifreeze dance
(chorus)

And in his protective jacket
He became flammable
His heart burned, intoxicating delight,
Until it overflowed with words.

They married in the ambulance,
Since both were in cahoots.
In their home, the union was dense
From which were born many flames
(chorus)

Words and music, Myckaël Marcovic, 
13/04/2022

La Pyrowoman

This all the music that i composed for the short movie "One More Cup of Coffee" which is based in early 1940 and tells a love story.

Station 4/1

TRAVELING MAN !!!!

acc3$$!b_LyB3nt

https://open.spotify.com/artist/3Sjo6x99p19jggo34Az32P?si=U0hBkvaJREyJt7E9kEacOQ

https://mrroswellsneighborhood.bandcamp.com/dashboard

www.roswellsneighborhood.com

Accessibly Bent

Electric guitar is absent --- Bass and Acoustic lead the way .
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I wish you were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?
Put on a front, I hide
What's killing me most inside
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

You were the one that would
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

All done, it's out there
And everything inside is just alright
Far from complete here
That's okay, I'm still alive, I fight
I fight

You were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Some Kind

Cinematic music inspired by Bernard Herrmann's work on Alfred Hitchcock's films

Forest of Fear

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

I began writing this song the day after Gord Lightfoot passed away. His music was one of the reasons I picked up an acoustic guitar when I was a teenager.

Lyrics:

There’s a road that leads through the shady trees
And there’s one drivin’ straight toward the sun,
Another winds through the countryside,
Taking its time as it runs.
A carefree highway weaves underneath the leaves
With the hope of finding blue sky traces,
But my road climbs up into the silent places.
But my road climbs up into the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.

There’s a river that winds past the nodding pines
And there’s one rushing straight into the bay,
Another one runs away from the sun,
Through the muskeg and grey.
There’s a creek that calls to a waterfall,
That will greet it with its wild embraces,
But my long river flows into the silent places.
But my long river flows into the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.   (Instrumental)

A troubadour of the north, he travelled back and forth
‘Cross the country that he wrote about in song,
His quiet love of the stories of the land,
Carried, all of us along.
My musical muse with panoramic views,
His guitar stopped ringin’ yesterday,
At his journey’s end he took the road up to the silent places.
At his journey’s end he took the road up to the silent places.
Oh, looking for the silent places.
Oh, hard to find the silent places.

Silent Places

A remaster of the original from 2022.

LYRICS

Oh, I, decided I would grow a tree.
The finest tree there'd ever be, there'd be no finer tree to see.
Would you like to plant this tree with me?
And we can live our lives out in a dream. 

And I, decided I would take a look.
Past the shiny golden mountains and the babbling, singing, laughing brook.
I can show you pictures that I took. 
That show that I had no thing then, but luck. 

As the planet of blue is fading away.
My memories stuck in the past are fading to grey.
I was trapped behind your mirror for the longest time.
But now. 
I'm in space.

Oh, I, decided I would take a trip.
A trip into the stars upon a shiny, dreaming white spaceship.
There just isn't any way we'll slip. 
Up, on the ship created for this trip. 

But first, I thought that I might take a look.
I couldn't see the right hand for the constant rain of life's left hook. 
The length of time it seems I had mistook. 
The number of the pages in the book.

As the planet of blue is fading away.
My memories stuck in the past are fading to grey.
I was trapped behind your mirror for the longest time.
But now. 
I'm in space.

Oh, I, decided that's the life for me.
Like a sort of pirate, with an eye patch and a wooden knee.
Imagine all the freedom there will be.
Up in space with pirates living free.

But, it is just harder than it seems.
To shoot off into space and live out all your crazy wildest dreams. 
Turns out that you need to go in teams.
If you want to live out all your dreams.

As the planet of blue is fading away.
My memories stuck in the past are fading to grey.
I was trapped behind your mirror for the longest time.
But now. 
I'm in space.


I, Decided

Mesmerizing blend of synthwave and electric guitar

Asterism

Experimental music that ranges feral beyond human constraints. 

The music covers a lot of non-genres. Multiple resonances include Dark/Ambient, Psych, Doom, Drone, Noise Rock, Kosmische, EDM, Trapwave, and Romantic Era and Post-Romantic, with special nods to the bands Swans, Earth, Caspar Brotzman Massaker. Dystopian Inspirational for noble outlaws.

Electric guitar, bass, drum kit, lap steel slide and electrified dulcimers played with a violin bow, bodhrán, Peruvian triangle drum, snare drum, silver flute, double shepherd's flute, regular duclimers, spring reverb tank, suling, jaw harp, pungi, khaen, melodica, harmonica, broken cymbal, double wind wand, recorder, boatswain's pipe, penny whistle, slide whistle, MIDI controller to trigger computer's internal synth, voice, found objects, electric tennis racket...

Labels: Kryrart Ambient, Kryrart Records, Camembert Electrique, Cousin Silas Emporium, Dark Stereo, Sounds for the Soul Records.

My name is Rosemary Bensko, and SA is my artist name. While most songs are just me, and I do all the production, when other contributors are involved, they become part of the band for those songs.

Collaborators who contribute a stem to a track or were involved in a jam are always credited: XAW, Igor Iofe, Chris Nolte,Tom McCarthy of TM's Sundae Sauce, Steve Gilmartin, Psychedelic Mayhem, The Fall of Saigon, A.J. Kaufmann, with remixes by The Infinite Wimshurst. There are also joint ventures and SA playing and singing on other people's music.

Lots of music here you won't find elsewhere. Smaller amount is also on Bandcamp, Spotify, YouTube, Pandora, Last.fm, Instagram.

Let the Ocean Move You

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