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New songs, that were released in the second half of 2023. Taken from the albums, Sponges and More Sponges. I Am The Walrus [E.P], The Mist [E.P], and also the album Sparks.




2023: Ridden by the Witches of the Night

SpukSchreibMaschine

Echoes In Your Mind (Lyrics)

Son take my advice…you can turn the tide
Take a look inside, to the echoes in your mind

The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Step out of your head, face the day instead
Listen and you’ll find…the echoes in your mind

Life is only a flash in time, the night is dark before the light
The sun is high and burning bright, the road is long but you're alright  

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Son take my advice…it’s all with your sights
Listen to what’s right…to the echoes in your mind…

Hard times…come around…
Hard times…come around…

Echoes In Your Mind

Easy Life

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

An acoustic version of "Two Women" featuring an exquisitely beautiful cello arrangement by composer Juliette Cavendish, performed by cellist Lily Thornton, with Phil Turcio on piano-and a beautiful vocal from Bobby Flynn

Two Women-acoustic (feat. Bobby Flynn and Juliette Cavendish)

Pretty soon things will come undone
Despite the bounty we have won

Silver Screen

A Miller has no dreams.
He can not hope to see every horse in every stream.
There's no need to spur.
A horse that's travelling, already up to speed.

Look to the stars.
Stare up all you like, but you'll never get that far.
Look to the sky.
You'll never understand. you're never gonna fly.

The kids dont think in dreams.
Taken, locked away, a never-ending scream.
A future made obscene.
Squandered on a stupid capitalist scheme.

The kids don't think at all.
Waiting for the day they're lined against a wall.
A conflict of the mind.
The world of black and white, pointed, erudite.

Look to the stars.
Shine on alkaline, you're just fine as you are.
Look to the sky.
You're never gonna know why the world is passing by.

While the miller told his tale.
The sword of damocles, descending, deft, unfurled.
The trampling of the damned.
Can you hear them fall? a back against a wall.

Look to the stars.
Climb up any height, the distance is too far.
Look to the sky.
Forget it ammonite. It's where they placed the bar.

Chase Thee Not! The Moon

As if in a dream.
We walked our summer days out.
Through the trees. 
The dapples danced around our shoulders brown.
We're hanging out in brine.
Still, we shine.

As if in a dream.
We went our separate ways one Saturday. 
The shadows lurked and fairly bounced behind. 
We've got no time, you know. 
Say it ain't so.

Hold me, slowly. 
I'll chase them all away.
Say no more. 
I'm going.
Never planned to stay.
In the way.

As if in a dream.
We never took our chances.
Slim, though we, could never see.
Through a dream of trees. 
Just out of reach.
A potent preacher spake.

As if in a dream.
We never learned the dances. 
We coulda danced.
A happenstance or happenchance.
Took it away.
A miserable day.
For a cold embrace.

That's it... I'm folding,
Not holding anyway.
This alters nothing.
It's going that way.
I meant to stay.

As if in a dream.
There's just an endless stream of handing out.
Acquiring clout, roundabout.
A nervous man has the loudest shout.

As if in a dream.
We walked our summer days out.
Through the trees. 
The dapples danced around our shoulders brown.
We're hanging out in brine.
Still, we shine.

Hold me, slowly. 
I'll chase them all away.
Say no more. I'm going.
Never planned to stay.
In the way.



As If in a Dream

When I was young, 
Could not read the signs.
Could not see behind eyes.
Need to hear things.
What was left for me?

Out on the road.
People let go.
It's not that they know,
Anything you don't.
Wisdom in jest, you see.

Oh! "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.

Mind: Follow me.
We'll stare at these stars.
That's a planet, it's Mars.
Not that you care.
Can't avoid destiny.

Home is a place.
Where you collect things.
To place inside tins.
Until you lose them.
For all eternity.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I put that away.
Girl, you should do too.

There's just you and your own.
All you people are dead to me.

Oh, "when I was a child."
Forget that one. Boy.
Not important to you.

Just a word in your ear.
All you people are dead to me.

A look from out.
The side of an eye.
A moment to spy.
Whats behind them.
However, fleeting.

A silent dig.
Inside of the mind.
Beside enemy's lines.
Nothing to bind them.
Yes, I'll be leaving.

Oh, "when I was a child."
I thought as such.
I was naught but a fool.

I discovered, too late.
Mostly.
People, they are dead to me.

Oh, "When I was a child."
"Where I came from."
Yeah? You're responsible, too.

Just a word before I go.
All you people are dead to me.













All You People Are Dead To Me

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

夏日絕句		李清照									
生當作人傑
死亦為鬼雄
至今思項羽
不肯渡江東


A Quatrain on Summer Days		Li Qing Zhao

Live to be eminent 
he should.

Die a hero as well 
he could.

My thoughts are always 
with Ziangyu.

Go home, all lost,
he never would.

A Quatrain

method: adding voice and vst to a preexisting song
narration: One of the greatest creative artist on soundcloud, stonerjazz https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/tracks, my friend Jeff, has composed a song shock full of paranoia, existential threat and hope for redemption and salvation - a truthful portrayal of the human condition. It is a mesmerizing work of art as it stands. When I approached him concerning a possible collab for my upcoming soundcloud-only album 'songs to pacify extraterrestrials' (out by the end of November 2023), he offered this to me. I was in a fix: How can you work on something that is already perfect, complete in itself?  Eventually, I decided to take a cynical approach and turn it into an intergalactic commercial for tooth --- no, fangpaste. There was a challenge in bringing about the non-music so typical for the advertising industry. Virtual midi-operated synthesizers helped. During gestation, I called those interludes and overlays PCBs, short for 'psychotic commercial break' or 'paranoid commercial breakdown'. They are of somewhat juvenile humor and also have some Douglas Adams vibes, I hope, Marvin-style. None of my recontextualization does the existential thrill (and especially the hope for liberation) of the original any justice at all - quite in the contrary. It was a morbid kind of fun to create, though ... and, to my utter astonishment, Jeff liked it and edged me on during the process. Well, here you are. It's (be)coming for you!
image: dada alien, copyright jo richter

If you prefer to listen on Jeff's page and also read the lyrics in the description, please go here; https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/2023-09-29-sos-final-iii-1

SoS - with stonerjazz

Needed Me Too

Circles

"Tea with Debussy & Pärt in Casablanca" is a musical dream that bloomed during my vacation in Havana, Cuba. Inspired by classical masterpieces from Arvo Pärt and Claude Debussy, I envisioned an imaginary encounter with these esteemed composers in Casablanca, over Moroccan tea.

Commissioned by a dear friend and talented violist Vincent Delorme, this piece is not an imitation of their styles but rather a heartfelt conversation between us. It embodies the essence of typical conversations in Morocco, where we all speak at the same time, meandering from topic to topic, and experiencing numerous changes of atmospheres, tempi, textures, and fragments of thematic material.

It begins with minimalist touches, a nod to Pärt's recent works, where the piano introduces serene arpeggios, intertwining with heartfelt viola melodies. As we delve into our tea time, I incorporate some of Debussy's harmonic vocabulary. 

Throughout our harmonious dialogue, the piece mirrors the dynamic nature of conversations in Morocco. We experience moments of collective excitement, where the music swells with vibrant textures and lively tempi, as if everyone is speaking at once. Themes and motifs emerge and intertwine, mirroring the meandering nature of our discussion as we navigate from one topic to another.

As our musical journey unfolds, our collaboration celebrates cultural fusion, weaving together Pärt, Debussy, and my artistic zest. Each voice contributes to the narrative, inviting moments of wonder and contemplation through our shared inspirations.

Tea with Debusy and Pärt in Casablanca

Tea With Debussy and Pärt in Casablanca - World Premiere (Live Performance)

This song is just about feeling like no matter what you do it always ends up with some less than favorable unexpected result.

Karma Machine

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

I am writing songs about old age that together will form an album about this theme. This song is about Parkinson's disease. Many people are familiar with the external (physical) symptoms of this disease, the psychological symptoms are less known. 'Into the Wings' is about what Parkinson's does to the brain, briefly summarized as 'stuttering' of thoughts. The lyrics are based on the experience of my good friend Henk, who has Parkinson's. Painting is by Alette de Groot

Into The Wings

Guardian Angel - m11nx

juakaatop - My safe place

Nor blanket of kindness, nor blanket of snow.
Covers me whole. Makes no inroads from...
The giant black smoke stack that bellows and blows.
Oh, how it blows. 
Blows out and blows.

Oh, please, oh, please.
Save me, from me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, from being me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
Eloise. Come with me.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise, we could be...
So happy you joined us, though you're rather late.
Honey, please, Set me free.
Now eat everything that we put on your plate.
On my knees, work with me.

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me from just me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, save me, save me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Now I'm walking and talking.
And barely forestalling this breakdown.
Won't come free.
Eloise, in the garden of love.
I walk and I talk.
And say all the words I'm supposed to say now.
Alter me. 
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Some sort of third verse that explains the first two.
Eloise. Follow me?
The storm in your mind can't contain what you do.
Eloise. Follow me?

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, only me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, me, me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.

I'm walking, I'm baulking.
I'm right on the edge of a breakdown.
From the fee.
Eloise. Eloise  Eloise.
I can't walk, and I can't talk.
I can't alter the words that you say now.
Fancy free. 
Eloise. 
In your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise in your garden of love.











Eloise

Regarding your heaven, regarding your fate.
Regarding your love and regardless of hate.
Regardless of them who stand opposite you.
Regardless of me; regardless of whom.

Regarding some potion that magically takes,
any ills or bad omens or demons away.
Regarding your father, regarding the sun.
Regarding the wastelands of what you've become.

Regardless of fortune, regardless of fame.
Who made you my master? Apportioned the blame?
Who gave you the fire? Who gave you the book?
Who tipped you the wink, put me on the hook?

Regardless of mantra, regardless of chi.
The world keeps revolving around you and me.
Regarding much plastic, oh, needlessly things.
We occupy nothing, we hardly begin.

Regarding the dolphins, regarding the trees,
Regarding your worries, about all the bees.
Regarding your woman, regarding a zoo.
Regarding your politics, a who's who of who.

Regarding the rules that you used for your laws.
A con man's statistic that we all ignore.
Regarding a prison, regarding long rope.
Regarding my wishes, regardless of hope.



Regardless

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/grand-jacques
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/6zPhVNteJQvn5hGge2ES4Q?si=dnha1llIQGeTU2oZsEYRKg
Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage du Manneken Pis et de la statue de Jacques Brel par Tom Frantzen, à Bruxelles

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers
Qui sent si bon la mort et la bière,
Ne me quitte pas avant mon dernier repas
À Amsterdam ou à Bruxelles. Je ne sais pas...

On n'oublie rien du plat pays de tes bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke avec Mathilde et La Fanette
Arrivent en passant par Vesoul sur la place des rois
Où les soirs d'été sont frais pour l'éclusier dans la tempête !

Les paumés d'un petit matin, creusés au froid d'une Belgique chienne, Refermeront les fenêtres sur les ivrognes solitaires aux prières païennes. Bergers amidonnés d'un vieux port en partance pour filles et chiens, Capitaines ou singes, bigotes irréfléchies comme biches de rien.

Ces gens-là, rassasiés de tango funèbre, ne pensent qu'au suivant,
Et qui pour des bonbons, en parlotant, finiront par oublier le fier moribond En sachant déjà pourtant que vieux, ils ne seront ni beaux, ni cons,
Et qu'un Don Quichotte à jeun pour un jour fera revenir leur maman.

Tu as quitté les risques du métier pour une aventure, aventure. Anarchiste chez Bonnot comme accordéon d'une valse à mille temps Pour une tendresse imaginée où les toros se fracassent contre les murs, Lucifer trop fragile sur ton cheval trop vrai pour faire pleurer les vivants !

Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers, Avec tes deux pianos et ton accordéon Quand tu rechantes ta chanson,
Tu sens si bon la mort et la bière...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la ...
Texte de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

With text by Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voices by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage of Manneken Pis and Jacques Brel statue by Tom Frantzen, Brussels

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, beloved child of the seas
Who smells so good of death and beer,
Don't leave me until my last meal
In Amsterdam or Brussels. Je ne sais pas...

We don't forget anything from the flat country of your bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke with Mathilde and La Fanette
Arrive via Vesoul on the Place des rois
Where summer evenings are cool for the lock-keeper in the storm!

The lost of an early morning, dug in the cold of a dogged Belgium, Will close the windows on the solitary drunkards with pagan prayers. Starched shepherds of an old port on their way to girls and dogs, Captains or monkeys, thoughtless bigots like deer of nothing.

These people, full of funeral tango, only think of the next,
And who, for the sake of candy, end up forgetting the proud moribund Knowing already that old, they'll be neither handsome nor stupid,
And that a sober Don Quixote for a day will bring back their mother.
You left the risks of the profession for an adventure, adventure. Anarchist at Bonnot's as accordion in a thousand-beat waltz For an imagined tenderness where toros smash against walls, Lucifer too fragile on your horse too true to make the living weep!

Grand Jacques, cherished child of the seas, 
With your two pianos and your accordion
When you sing your song again,
You smell so good of death and beer...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la la ...

Text by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

Grand Jacques (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

In the beginning, they quoted love.
You said breathe he made the cuts.
Then you both got on the brown.
No wonder that he's feeling down.

Now, like a walking bag of bones.
no one mentions how strong he was
He'll never be that sane again.
Drugs and love infecting him.

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

It must be hard to quit the bevvies. 
When you're with someone so fucking heavy.
No wonder that he played around.
Before he went and settled down

Then the music went and stopped.
In the world a light went off.
Cock of the walk in 63.
Just a distant memory. 

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

Can't complain that you're with the jester.
If it wasn't for the gunshots, he'd a definitely left ya.
I'm sick of your stories of love.
Manipulation from above

First to admit that the end is gory.
The bit before is another drug story.
A story where he left the lads.
For some bitch and things went bad.

Imagine, he said.
One day, we'll all be dead.
There'll be no new aristocracy. 
Imagine he cried.
With a foolish pride.
I renounce nationality. 

Jokes [2023]

“Reach Release” 
This Album has 11 Songs - 4 solo, 6 full band and 1 in-between. A time capsule of where I’ve been the last few years. 

It features Chris Di Bernardo on Drums, Clay Lyons on Saxophone and Tom Dehlinger on Pedal Steel 
(myself on the other instruments). 

Drums Engineered by Skylar W. Nahn
Rest Engineered by Myself 
Solo Tracks Mixed/Mastered by Mike Zirkel
Band Tracks Mixed by Myself 
Full Album Mastered by Bruce Butkovich

Artwork by Ben Spatol

I Don't Know

Don't hold your breath
Cause I need us to recover
Does trust hurt
Cause I think I trust another
6 weeks & you got me in a wonder
All I need to know is if you got some other
Momma taught me growing up
Q, be a lover
No matter how they make you feel
Don't blow your cover
Always lose myself
But then I rediscover
Feeling all types of ways
& I might just go under

Cause I don't wanna leave this unspoken
Trynna keep myself from hoping
Pushing me out, I'm still open
Cause in the end we're just a little broken

Bout all the things that we used to to do
I'm not the person that you think you knew
But I could really just get used to you
& all the names that you choose to use
I'm not perfect & far from a hero
I'll be damned if I left you at zero
Every night when I came to your window
I'm so far now but I'm here though

I can't seem to make you stay
Probably why I act this way
In the dark I call your name
Cause I don't have the words to say

I can't seem to make you stay
Probably why I act this way
In the dark I call your name
Cause I don't have the words to say

I can't seem to make you stay
Probably why I act this way
In the dark I call your name
Cause I don't have the words to say

Necessary Emotions

All Platforms

Broken

Resolve

Official Video 
Music video  by Josh Cole performing Wrong (Acoustic Performance). © 2024 , under exclusive license to ****** Recordings, Inc.

wrong

Home on the range.
Oh, you got me to thinking.
I've given up the drinking.
A cool wind.
Blew me out with the breeze.
Out toward the...
Blue of the sea.
It's as deep as a mirror.
Captures up your fears.
In fissures.
And brings you back to...
Home on the range.
I'm a black hole just baulking.
At Professor Stephen Hawking.
You bought in.
No one discovered me!
I am just the...
Blue of the sea.
Oh, you got me to talking.
Long enough for longing to creep in.
Almost got to saying that...
You, are not me.
I was ready to back up.
Shortly pick my pack up.
A tautening.
Oh, I'm such a loser over you.

Home on the range.
Dealt me nothing but shoulders.
Cold looks from the boulders of ages.
Judged me by the wages.
You see!
Just can't beat the...
Blue of the sea.
Got me walking on eggshells.
Accused of writing Michelles.
To covet.
It must concern the...
Blue of the sea.
It's just the place where I'm sat at.
So lonely in the laundromat.
Top Hat.
Yeah, I'm just a loser for...
Home on the range.
Final act satisfaction.
An early thirst for action.
Some traction.
Has floated off on the breeze.
And now there's only me.


Home On The Range

"Friday Night Symphony" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a raw, acoustic indie folk track that delves into the gritty reality of weekend chaos fueled by alcohol in urban settings. The song paints a vivid picture of drunken violence, reflecting the harsh scenes witnessed in cities. With its stripped-down sound and honest lyrics, this indie folk anthem captures the stark essence of Friday nights.

Lyrics

Midnight tonight and shadows fall
There'll be blood on the pavement after all
Shattered glass sparkles, street lights fade
Why do all my weekends end this way?

I'll see all you all back here same time next week
If I have to do this one more time I'll weep

I'm sorry I don't recall your name
After a few drinks all girls look the same
At least you were beautiful for a night
I have to say you're not flattered by first light

I'll see all you all back here same time next week
If I have to do this one more time I'll weep

Won't you just sing along
To my drunken symphony
Have a drink or have a fight
It's all the same to me
Won't you just sing along
As we stagger down the street
We only drink so we forget
All that we could have been

Drink up for tomorrow we shall die
Play your cards right
You may breathe your last tonight

The morning hurts I don't want to regret
A hundred things I don't remember yet
We'll see all you all back here same time next week

If I have to do this one more time I'll weep
Sing a Friday night symphony
Then pour another have a drink with me

Friday Night Symphony by UK singer songwriter These Guitars Say Sorry.

Ghosts In Mailand

𝕴 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 - 𝖁2

nightswvm

I Can’t See

"Magnolia Tree" is an alt-country/Americana/folk song that evokes a deep sense of longing and connection to home. With its vivid imagery of magnolia trees, crooked roads, and open fields, the song captures the essence of returning to a place where the heart truly belongs. The lyrics reflect a yearning for the simplicity of life and the powerful pull of cherished memories tied to a specific place. Fans of bands like The Avett Brothers, Ryan Adams, Wilco, and The Civil Wars will appreciate the heartfelt storytelling and the blend of Americana and folk elements that give "Magnolia Tree" its warm, nostalgic feel.

Oh to see
Those good old magnolia trees
Going Home to where I ought to be
So my heart can be free
Where crooked roads and open fields
Make the wildflowers grow
To the the life I know
Like a bird, I want to fly away
And find those summer days
I am leaving today
I think I'll fly away
To that magnolia to stay

Under the wild magnolia tree 
I was holding you close to me
We carved our names for all to see
My heart knows your the one for me
Under those white blossoms 
Is where I need to be
So wait for me
Like a bird, I want to fly away
And find those summer days
I am leaving today
I think I'll fly away
To that magnolia to stay

"Magnolia Tree" Written and Performed by Northern Sky

Magnolia Tree

It's time to come home. "Coming Home (I.M.U)" is my final single of 2024 and an homage to my progressive house roots as well as an entry in my 'post-EDM' songbook. The artwork and chord progression are inspired by my hometown of San Francisco. Can't wait to hear what you think! 🏠

OUT NOW: hypeddit.com/tatesedar/cominghomeimu

LYRICS:

VERSE 1
Late nights
All alone
Call my
Friends at home

PRE-CHORUS 1
But they don’t
Tell me
How to get over you
That’s something that I never do

CHORUS
I miss you
All the time, I do
I miss you
All the time
When are you coming home?

DROP 1

VERSE 2
Get by
On my own
Street lights
Guide me home

PRE-CHORUS 2
But they don’t
Show me
How to get over you
That’s something that I never do

CHORUS

DROP 2

OUTRO CHORUS

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Coming Home (I.M.U)

STREAM/DL

Taken from I Stumble And Then I Fall, the first release in a new series of Intimations by A Colourful Storm. Out now on digital formats and December 30, 2020 on cassette.

Purchase: https://acolourfulstorm.bandcamp.com/album/i-stumble-and-then-i-fall

I Stumble And Then I Fall

Princess Diana of Wales - Cut

"El despertar de la flor de un almendro comienza en primavera,
es la amígdala, el veneno, la reina de las rosas,  
una drupa, la vagina, el cairel de una aureola, 
la ciudad, un puñado de almendras y un molusco de mar".

VIDEO OFICIAL: https://youtu.be/7QkgCf9xGqw

ALMENDRA

Estrella, titila, la noche,
tus ojos, diamante, desierto,
almendra, semilla, de otra tierra,
de silencio, cabalgando, que te cubre feroz.

Nubes, manto, antiguo, del cielo,
magma, blanco, tu pecho, abierto,
horizonte, telaraña, humo, blanco,
la garganta del volcán.


CREDITOS:
Sojue Stradac - Símbolos, signos y presentimientos.
KandyCardonac – Fotografía.
Paulino Robles - Portada y Producción de Vídeo #FotoBazarTulancingo.
Carlos Lino - Video, grabado en El Banco, Hidalgo.
Grabado en Enero 2019 y producido en 100 Hertz Home Studio por Sojue Stradac en Enero 2021.

¡Gracias es que su poder impulsa!

SEMILLAS

Almendra

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