This is going onto my daily playlist. It must be the air or the water in Edinburgh. Magical city.

You are an old soul my friend! Got me chills. THKS 🖖🏼

Excellent song - Great vocals and production.

Fit to be tied to the Chart tipping top>>

I like the rhythm and the feeling very much and the song is so perfect 🙏😄🌞🎵🎶

ONE LINE LOVE

A mix of rock and instrumental 
Scottish heroes and stories of old 

The Mountains Weep

The dukes cold shadow

Words

Caminos de MI DAW Jzz

The Echo of his Own

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

I've only uploaded this to reach everyone and apologize for being quiet this past week, I haven’t been able to reply to comments or leave reviews like I usually do, you guys know I am usually very active, nothing is wrong and I’m not giving up or ignoring anyone, I appreciate you more than I can say 💜

I’m heads down writing a PC game and it’s taking longer than I expected, it’s honestly breaking my brain in the best and worst ways, I thought “Not a Movie” was frustratingly difficult, this is even tougher, I will be back, I just don’t know exactly when, hopefully not too long, thank you for sticking with me and for all the love and patience, it means everything to me, 

all my love, Krissie 💜

💌 The coffee machine whispered, “I’m having flashbacks to Not a Movie, send beans and morale”
🧺 The washing machine fretted, “Emergency cycle engaged, keep the faith while we spin”
🧯 The fire extinguisher muttered, “I was almost needed twice, code sparks everywhere but we’ve got this”

P.S. I hope you like this 😉🎶🕹️💻💜

Made in FL Studio with Diva, Analog Lab, Omnisphere, and Vital, plus custom samples. Reverb by Valhalla.

😉 Coffee powered update ☕💜

An original song dedicated to my parents. I grew up in a small town in the Allegheny mountains of western Pennsylvania. This tune is a remixed version of the original.

Lyrics:

Sam and Rose, from the Allegheny Mountains
Their love was as deep as the river streams
Lived In the old red house on George Street
With their three sons they dreamed

Through the seasons, they weathered the years
Their bond unbreakable, crystal clear
In the quiet of the night, under starlit skies
Until the end their love shined bright

Mountain love, strong and true
In the heart of those two
Through the storms and the rain
Their love in eternity remains

In the western hills of Pennsylvania
Their love was like a melody
Sung by the wind and the trees
Together forever and free

Mom and Dad, in the big old red house
Their love a beacon in the night
In the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania
Their story of eternal love forever bright

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2024
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea 2025
Image: Copilot

Sam and Rose

Ceilidh by the Loch.mp3

“I Wish (I Was Like You)” is an emotional song about longing, self-denial, and the fear of hurting those we care about — wrapped in a dark, poetic vampire metaphor.

I love exploring different genres and diving into new musical worlds — and right now, it's musical theatre that's calling me.

This song is part of a musical project in collaboration with Sarah Paradise Brown, centered around themes of inner conflict, unfulfilled love, and the tension between light and darkness.

A new song with Sarah is already in the works — and there may be more to come as we continue to unfold this mysterious chapter.

Lyrics / Music / Vocals: 
Axel Menningen



"I wish (I was like you)"

You wake up with the sun in your eyes.
You breathe like nothing hurts.
You laugh like life is simple.
I watch you from the dark.

I try to move like you.
To speak like you.
But my steps are too heavy.
And something inside me always pulls me back.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I didn't want what I want.
I wish I could be close
without the fear,
without the hunger.
But I can't.

You hold my hand like it's safe.
You look at me like I'm still human.
And for a moment,
I almost believe it.

But the night speaks to me.
It whispers what I am.
And the blood calls louder
than your voice ever could.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I didn't want what I want.
I wish I could be close
without the fear,
without the hunger.
But I can't.

I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to lose myself.
But if I choose you,
I lose what keeps me alive.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I could just love.
But I'm built for hunger,
not for peace.
Not for love.
Not like you.

I Wish (I Was Like You)

Dear friends - I can't help it - I adore the female voice!

When Girls are Singing

When I listen to the girls when they are singing their song
my heart will melt and my soul feel so good since their voices are so great
all time - there must be something - that attract
the guys that hear - the womans voice which are singing for their soul 

Every day when I open the radio to hear
lovely songs that touch my dear soul and I often choose the songs
performed - by ladies who sing with bright
and crystal sound that makes my ears rejoice with joy

The choir in the church is something that You should hear
it is a sound as from angels above and when trumpets are playing
with the choir - something is fullfilled - in Your day
You can bring Your kids - back to Your home with satisfaction in Your heart

Lyrics in Swedish

När flickor sjunger

När jag lyssnar på flickorna då de sjunger sin sång
smälter mitt hjärta och min själ mår så bra eftersom deras röster är så fantastiska
hela tiden - det måste finnas något - som attraherar
killarna som hör - kvinnornas röst som sjunger för deras själ

Varje dag när jag öppnar radion för att höra
vackra sånger som berör min kära själ och jag väljer ofta sånger
framförda - av damer som sjunger med ett klart
och kristallklart ljud som får mina öron att jubla av glädje

Kören i kyrkan är något du borde höra
det är ett ljud som från änglar ovan och när trumpeter spelar
med kören - något uppfylls - i din dag
Du kan ta med dina barn - tillbaka till ditt hem med tillfredsställelse i ditt hjärta

When Girls are Singing - 2025-07-20 11.15

This song tells the story of an aging former Walk of Fame movie star who once basked in the Hollywood limelight and was everyone’s sweetheart on the silver screen. With the passage of time, fewer screen roles come her way, and she begins to depend on red wine to cope with her depression and grief. Eventually, she decides to end it all. Indeed, glory, fame and fortune are a young girl's game in Hollywood, which is riddled with stereotypes of beauty and youth. This emotional and moving song is a dedication to those who have taken their lives over the years in Hollywood and elsewhere due to societal pressures to retain their youth, beauty and fame.  On September 25, 2025, this song Hit No. 25 on the World Indie Top 100 Music Chart list and was No. 15 on the Euro Indie Network Music Chart list on October 2, 2025.

Please check-out our new music video with Stephen Wrench entitled "Ripples of Time".
YouTube music video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsP33Usruz4
VEVO music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSN9QLKwCJ4
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/album/0nuoifFQB30VMyI6PZN5S3

Timeless

Ripples of Time

Ripples Of Time MASTERED- Wav

Plague Doctor

PLEASE NO PROMOTERS or VIDEO PLEASE. I DO MY OWN ! 
All new songs are real vocals and voices are not ai assisted. 
Mairidh Gaol is Ceòl: A well-known Scottish Gaelic proverb that translates to "The world will end, but love and music will endure”
Vocals now real people performing 
Collabs welcome. I’ll provide the lyrics if you would like to provide the music and vocals ? 
Scottish born and bred. Just exploring some ideas spinning round in my head and putting them up here. Various styles of music and trying to find my niche ! Songs are ai assisted. All the songs are written solely by me. All New music uploaded is  real people without any ai assistance on the vocals . Older Music and singers are partly ai assisted

The Mountains Weep

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