This track is a mix of electronic, pop and progressive rock. The first song I wrote with vocals.

I Want You

Antoine G: composer, lyricist, synths & programming
Charles-Eric Charrier: bass guitar

Well... this is a murder ballad. Loads of murders. That's what everyone needs right now

Lyrics:

Lalalalala Young Matthew was singing
Out in the fields on this beautiful morning
He was crouching on the ground in the back of the shed
That's when Ian’s sickle landed into his head

Oh God cried Ian, as he fell to his knees
This was all an accident and I’m begging Lord please
Don’t let anyone tell his family
And he shoved Matthew’s poor corpse under a tree
      
Old Natty Mac Bride was having a fine day
Til’ she found her son’s body and the two parts of his head
And  when she caught a glimpse of  Ian running on the hill
She made a vow of revenge and decided to kill

Natty McBride, full of rage and confusion
Ran to the next house with a knife in her hand
And the young girl that was unfortunate enough to live there
Ended up her poor life nailed at the top of the stairs

Revenge breeds revenge and it’s as blind as it gets
But not as blind as Natty, who was as blind as a bat
The house that she attacked was not Ian’s at all
And the price of her error was soon to befall.

Old Natty was first, and the  others fell fast,
It’s quite amusing that Ian stood last
And his demise was the end of the town of Turnstead
As there was no one left to bury the dead

The Sickle

Panama

All Music By Me

Green Jello and Animal Control  written by Me and HBIC... Everything else written by just Me

Special Thanks to HBIC, Whitney Porter, Toxic Bros., John Moreland, Joe Marion, Jerk Mama 

Art by kiberstalker (PixaBay)

Animal Control

🎵 Title: Ascension
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:29
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Epic New Age / Ambient Pop / Choral Crossover / 
🎧 Mood: Mystical, Spiritual, Epic, Meditative, Transcendent
🎬 Video: 

📝 Description

Rediscovering "Ascension": A Lost Masterpiece from 1982

In the heart of Paris, during the vibrant musical era of the early 1980s, a group of avant-garde musicians gathered in a small, now-defunct studio. Among them was the enigmatic composer known as "Le Maître des Sons" (The Master of Sounds), whose identity remains shrouded in mystery. Together, they embarked on an ambitious project to fuse the sacred art of Gregorian chant with the cutting-edge technology of synthesizers and electronic music, creating a sound that was both ancient and futuristic.
"Ascension" is a transcendent track that transports listeners to a sacred space where ethereal vocals, sung in a constructed language inspired by Latin and Sanskrit, float like mist over a landscape of electronic pulses. Haunting melodies weave through the air like threads of light, while bells and mystery are woven into the fabric of the composition, creating an atmosphere that is both reverent and revolutionary. Its hypnotic rhythms and meditative qualities make it a perfect soundtrack for introspection and spiritual exploration.
Yet, due to creative differences and financial constraints, the project was abandoned, and the master tapes were left forgotten in the studio’s archives.
In 2024, a team of music archivists, while digitizing old recordings, uncovered a box of unlabeled tapes. Among them was a reel marked "Ascension – 1982". Through meticulous restoration, this lost gem was revived, revealing a composition that feels both timeless and groundbreaking.
'Ascension' offers a unique blend of ancient Gregorian chant traditions with modern electronic music, creating a soundscape that is both spiritual and innovative. It is a portal to a moment in music history where the past and future intertwined, inviting listeners to experience a journey of ascension through sound.
Immerse yourself in the mystical and sacred journey of "Ascension", where every note whispers secrets of the past and every melody beckons you to a realm of timeless beauty. Available now on Bandcamp, this is more than music — it is a discovery waiting to be experienced.

> Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created to enhance the atmosphere of the track.

🎼 Key: d-moll | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: 55 bpm

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AMBIENT

Ascension

Lyrics:
Baptised in the ocean
Over what little's left

I thought it was a traitor
God said it so it must be true
I thought that every doubt I ever had
Was intrusive but you heard it too
Born and raised into conspiracy
Bohemian Grove, blood on my hands
Father told me to bow to my newborn brother
My dedication knew no bounds

Combat myth, heaven lost
Combat myth, heaven lost
Paradise sacrificed for faith too strong
Combat myth, heaven lost
Combat myth, heaven lost
Paradise sacrificed for faith too strong

Open door to the combat myth
Back in the stomping ground
So day (ahh) in the river
Somehow (ahh) set free

The world drowned
But you stood in its ashes
Ankled soaked,
While our heads underwater
I pulled every single on up
And the praised me
I told them to thank god
They said "but you did it"
I fought the moon to bring it back into orbit
I spoke to the spirits of the races that passed
They told me they evolved to survive this torture
God wouldn't choose me so I forced him to

Combat myth, heaven lost
Combat myth, heaven lost
Paradise sacrificed for faith too strong
Combat myth, heaven lost
Combat myth, heaven lost
Paradise sacrificed for faith too strong

Open door to the combat myth
Back in the stomping ground
So day (ahh) in the river
Somehow (ahh) set free

Baptised in the ocean
Over what little's left
I've seen a vision
Of a cataclysm
A destruction
Of the end
Baptised in the ocean
Over what little's left
In the city
I was a sinner
But I swear
I won't deliver

Open door to the combat myth
Back in the stomping ground
So day (ahh) in the river
Somehow (ahh) set free

Open door to the combat myth
Back in the stomping ground
So day (ahh) in the river
Somehow (ahh) set free

GRUNDY

*slow dancing with wolves
*I found one who howls only in Db and a pack  who howl  exclusively  in F and 
  put this together for them 
* no autotune !

Midnight

🎭 A Dream Worth Breaking 
“Not Zaun. Not vengeance. Not even freedom. Just her.”

Step into the smoke and sorrow of Arcane’s darkest lullaby. "A Dream Worth Breaking" is a cinematic, emotionally raw confessional ballad sung from the aching heart of Silco — not as a Revolutionary but as a father.

Blending haunting piano, electric cello, and ambient industrial textures, this track spirals from whispered grief to orchestral catharsis. Inspired by the hidden backstory of Felicia — Vi and Powder’s mother — this song reframes Zaun’s rebellion as a vow born of love, not just revolution.

But when that vow collides with the broken child Silco raises as his own, the dream shatters. And in the shards, he finds something more powerful than power: a reason to stop fighting. A reason to hold on.

🩸 From ghostly female echoes of “Powder” to the swelling chorus where Silco trades war cries for lullabies, this is a farewell to an old  promise and a tribute to a daughter who became the dream,His Legacy,His Daughter

✨ For fans of emotional storytelling, cinematic soundscapes, and characters too broken not to love.

#Arcane #Jinx #Silco #Zaun #OneHandedComposer #EmotionalEpic #FatherDaughter #SoundtrackForTears #CinematicPop #AestheticDespair 

Dream Worth Breaking

Golden Light

You send me the hope of a warm summer breeze.
Start up the war, so I sail out to sea.
Why are we fighting now?
Haven't we learnt there's nowt to be won.

I have no hope for your democracy.
It's mirrors and smoke, and we're fools to believe.
Why they let us run free.
But leave us no scope to move on.

Revolution died on the vine.
And your rat race will never be mine.
All the scales in your favour.
We fought.
Who's it for?
Who's it for? 

Ah bless you, all proud of your democracy.
You hold it above you for us all to see.
Will its gold trickle down?
To our bellies.
You're all back to front.

You raise up the prices, you double the bills.
Worship the money, go in for the kill.
Who are we fighting for?
It certainly isn't ourselves 

Revolution died on the vine.
And your system refuses to shine.
All the cards marked against us.
We fought.
Who's it for?
Who's it for?

Revolution is done.
Haven't we earnt the right to move on?  

The generation that was all ecstasy.
Be off with your Nigel's, and idiocy.
Your white van policies.
You're just bitter old men. 
You are gone.

Oh, haven't you realised that you're getting old?
Haven't you earnt from the prizes they sold?
Didn't you learn to share?
Didn't you learn to care for your soul?

Revolution died on the vine.
What is yours now can never be mine.
All the traps that we fell through are caught.
Who's it for?
Who's it for? 

Democracy

Wonderland

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