A dark spooky musical tale of two children who wander into a haunted mausoleum on Hallows Eve and come face to face with the spirit of Gluttony itself.

Lyric Video - https://youtu.be/q7g4KukmZME

LYRICS
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PANDORA:
Tommy, are you sure we should go in there?

TOMMY:
What are you, chicken? Come on! It'll be fun...

PANDORA:
Uh... Tommy, behind you!

OMENS:
The witching hour draws near
The time has come to reappear

TOMMY:
Holy canolis, we gotta get outta here!

GLUTTONY:
On this Hallows eve 
My urges force me to be seen
Cower in the dirges swirling 
Round you as I sing

I pierce stitches round the itches
Scratching all pristine
I devour all the decency
Cave to my offerings

Ha ha ha ha ha!

TOMMY:
Uh... I don't like this!

PANDORA:
Don't move! I can feel him...

TOMMY:
Are you kidding me?

PANDORA:
Shh... Listen.

TOMMY:
Oh no... Oh no-no-no-no....

OMENS:
Someone has a hunger burning
That they cannot sate
Make an offering on the 
altar of gluttony

GLUTTONY:
I sense in you a truly abhorrent opportunity 
Just take what's chaste and lay to waste
No trace left of dignity

The deal is simple my child
All you have to do is
Welcome the darkest plunder
All my riches pour into your sway
Let nothing or no one stand in your way

TOMMY:
What, what does this mean?
...Pandora?

PANDORA:
I accept your offer.

GLUTTONY:
Done!

OMENS:
Call of blood has been anointed 
Washed in jealousy
Now this one must fall before you
Taste the Gluttony

TOMMY:
Wait. I can't feel my legs...
I can't, I can't move...
What's happening to me?
Pandora! Help! Pandora!

GLUTTONY:
Ha ha ha ha ha!

GLUTTONY & PANDORA:
Now unburdened from your/my caring
Your/my changing complete
(The) throne of their undoing beckons
Time to take a seat 

Power is a fleeting horror 
Tied to skin and bone 
Crown the seed of gluttony
Sated nevermore!

Gluttony

An audio story told in multiple parts.
Each voice is a memory of a survivor — or of the dead.
New Jersey. Nineteen ninety decade.
The streets filled with hunger, not words.
This project tells the fall of one neighborhood after another.
Five voices. Four will die. One will remain alive to tell the end.

Each part is a confession.
Each part is a transformation.

This is not a movie.
This is not a novel.

This is a testimony from after the end.

Zombies. Nostalgia. Flesh. Memory. Fear.

My name was — Part 1 — Robert

My name was — Part 2 — Linda

My name was — Part 5 — David

My name was — Part 3 — Michael

My name was — Part 4 — Sarah

This is something I've had in mind for a while, and was planning to put it out for Halloween, but I'm really slow.  It's a macabre spoken word thing about a travelling circus that's a little 'off' in dark and unsettling ways that you can't quite put your finger on. Originally I thought it would sound good as an old timey Delta Blues with acoustic guitar accompaniment. But since I can't play, I enlisted the help of a fellow Soundcloud artist whose music I admire, Remnant60 (@remnant60). It just so happened Bill had previously posted a guitar track that he left open for collaboration. I downloaded his track, but it was left on the shelf for a while, until this came along, and I thought it was a perfect fit. 
It kind of borders on the edge of creepy cool and just hokey. But it's a fun bit of storytelling, and I'm grateful to Remnant60 for letting me tinker with his wicked slide guitar track. 
I strongly recommend listening to this with headphones for the full effect. 
Hope you dig it!

ARTISTS
Remnant60 - acoustic slide guitar
Mistermark - vocals, lyrics, evil laugh!, sound effects, all other instruments 
                      (played on keyboard): cathedral organ, pump organ, toy piano, 
                       worn tape piano, mellotron, percussion, musical saw

image designed with ChatGPT and Photoshop

LYRICS
A travelling circus creaked into our little town
They set up in Duggart’s field by the old burying ground
A ramshackle lot ‘neath the moonlight’s glare
With their trinkets and their theatre, put on an evening affair

Chorus
From village to village and from town to town
When the circus came they put their stakes deep in the ground
They promised spectacle, laughter and mirth
The travelling circus, the greatest show on Earth

Inside the big top it was crowded and hot
Everyone was kept waiting whether they wanted or not
Something in the tent corner was circled by flies
And I noticed a bruise under the flower girl’s eye

(Chorus)

The horses were skittish when they caught sight of a whip
And a big toothy grin was painted over the clown’s lips
The ringmaster never looks you quite straight in the eye
From the moment you enter he starts waving goodbye

(Chorus)

Travelling Circus (collab with Remnant60)

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Weird Space

The old country is one of my favorites. Marty Robbins, Hank Williams, and the old crooners. I wanted to do something that matched that style, but also merged it with another love of mine, Hip-Hop. And, finally, I really love the macabre, so it's a ballad about vampires. 

Lover of the Night

Depuis quelques années, je veux reprendre le concept (ouvert, non-profit) du podcast "Welcome to Night Vale", ville fictive ou toutes les théories du complot sont vraies.  

Émission de fiction, je viserais le 25 minutes par épisode mais aussi possible sur 55 minutes, chaque épisode nous dévoile un peu plus sur la ville de Sainte-Marge. 
Un animateur de radio publique présente une "nouvelle" principale qui arrive dans la ville, entrecoupée de plusieurs capsules d'intérêt public: 
Météo, Horoscope, Mot des commanditaires, Résultats sportifs, calendrier des activités de la semaine, etc.

Credits: 
Marc-Antoine
Elisabeth Alice
writing - Guillaume, Melissa, Marc-Antoine

maquette pour "Bonsoir Sainte-Marge"

🎶 G.W. Childs is a musician, producer, and sound designer blending country, rock, and synth-pop — think The Eagles meets The Weeknd. He’s released music with COP International and Cleopatra Records, collaborated with John Fryer and Tina Root (Switchblade Symphony), and contributed creative work at Lucasfilm. As a sound designer for Propellerhead’s Reason, he helped shape one of the most iconic music tools of its era.
Pulling from influences like the BeeGees, ABBA, Marvin Gaye and Smokey Robbins and mixing with Depeche Mode and Kraftwerk. Every music listener will find something new and familiar in timeless tracks that deliver big hooks and crafty melodies. 

As a sound designer for major developers like LucasArts, Lucasfilm, Propellerheads, Cakewalk, MTV, US Army and more. Childs explores a wide list of topics from a veterans perspective.

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