So well sang, great synth sound, for me Beatles, no offense to the artists

Un travail vocal et instrumental toujours au top !

So Beatle-esque! With CSN-esque harmonies! I loved that little synth sound too, reminded me of early Midlake.

Esta pista tiene un aire intimo que te hace sentir bien. Un buen trabajo . Toda la instrumentación muy compacta y el tempo bien medio

Reminds me of Billy Joel and Fleet Foxes mixed, really cool sound!

You have a really good flow on this track, smooth vocals help it roll along nicely. Reminded me of Simon and Garfunkel

Great song my friend. a 70's feeling , congrats.

Nice use of the synthesizer! This song reminds me of mid to late 70's America.

This is Orchestral version of my track 'Breath'

Breath (Orchestral Version)

Nashwille - 'Breath/Orchestral Version'

I wanted to use some simple motifs to create jazzy and rhythmic music, where you can go "wild" a bit. That's how it worked!

Left Face

Streaming!!!

I HOPE Y'ALL ARE DOING WELL!!! I AM DOING A WEE BIT BETTER THAN BEFORE! 
   HERE IS AN INSTRUMENTAL I'VE BEEN WORKING ON, Y'ALL KNOW I LOVE TO EXPERIMENT!!
 I WISH Y'ALL MUCH HAPPINESS AND LOVE!
XOXOXO!

KRAE-    'SEER'                                                               _INSTRUMENTAL_ FOR NOW

Performance: https://youtu.be/b3LVPnh7VlE

Wires

Being in a time When We believe We are free and in control of everything, however, just a few thousand kilometers away, the future of all humanity rests in the insane hands of a few, forcing us to live in a state of latent war. MECANICALIBRE is a 12-piece "cyberpunk-latino” instrumental story that almost wordlessly seeks to describe the horrors of a possible thermonuclear war and its devastating consequences for both humanity and nature. Divided into 3 parts: the war context, the explosion and the mutation of life from chaos, MECANICALIBRE explores sounds that are born from the organic textures of a jazz band merging into noise, ambient and electronics over abstract and intricate rhythms inspired by Latin-American percussion.

Un millón de megatones

An old salt, peers out from the bolts. 
Takes a look at the world on his plate.
He hands red raw, advice to his mate.
He knows that summer times drawing short. 

The cheese and the pickle, the bells, and the whistle away.
Working slowly - just waiting for much better days, in the haze. 

Stuck till Friday, an eye on the wall.
An important call, what's the date?
A punter comes in, a punch on the chin, 
or an old baccy tin, a long wait. 

The posters of girls on the wall have not aged like his face.
Turning slowly, just hoping for much better days. Through the haze. 

The cheese and the trickle of money that ties to the place.
Working slowly - just waiting for much better days. in a daze. 

An old smith, a rock megalith,
which was uncovered minutes too late. 
Having lain in the darkness for countless odd years without the forbearance to wait. 

The keeping of vigils and banging of anvils, 
the strength in the arms,
It fades slowly, just waiting for much better days.
Borne away. 

An old smith,  a weary eyed sit, and a look down at the ground. 
At the ground.

Smiths

when the Earth was wrapped in digits
and our cave got awfully small
we were rescued from the puppet show
and the open sky beckoned us all

as we zig-zagged towards the hilltops
some of us started turning around
they said the air's too crisp
these clouds—confusing
and the sunlight's getting too loud
too many shadows marching...

so much softer, our cave floor
and our walls are paper thick
we've got everything here we can pay for
dream awake and dream mighty big

outside the air is a mess
the clouds, they'll have us choosing
and the sunlight keeps correcting itself

our shadow-casters know best—
believing is soothing
we sing "red" then we take our blue pill

know what's good for you, little mouse
know what's good for you

and our spirit's rising
when the shadows march
we can reach horizons
when the shadows march
our seated souls are soaring
when the shadows march
just don't buy what's confusing or boring
the shadows are clear
as they march

watch as they march…

what good's an Earth that's drenched in digits
if we're boxed in sitting small
and even those who run the puppet shows
are content to project on a wall

outside the temperatures rise
the one true horizon is hurling us into the abyss
we don't get to claw back out
if we can't tell what lulls from what is

eat every shadow marching
it’s good for you, little mouse

stay tuned for your pipers
and their shadows’ march
there will be no survivors
while the shadows march
pick the facts that best suit you (aah-ah)
pick the shadows that suit you (aah-ah)
your shadows salute you (aah-ah)
and they'll march
and they'll march for you now

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The Shadows' March

Blood Red Shoes Cover - 

One of my favourite bands. Check them out

Black Distractions ( Blood Red Shoes Cover )

This track with vocals https://soundcloud.com/onrepeaton/lorraine

Lorraine (Drannic-Kuper collab)

Anna Skyner - vocals, lyrics
Kuper - bass, keyboards
Drannic - guitars, synths

Recorded, mixed and produced by Drannic

Nothing Compares to Love (Drannic\Kuper collab feat. Anna Skyner)

A floating, atmospheric, soundscape for meditation or yoga. Perfect for cinematic documentary, presentations, advertising, photo and video editing movies, animation, YouTube video, trailers.

For commercial and derivative licences, please visit our Sounzone profile, where you can buy this track for a number of additional uses. https://www.sounzone.com/artist/covert-acoustics?id=36829&format=producer

Alien Breath

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