bunsen burner [cuts rmx]

Voici une pièce en trois mouvements, composée pour orchestre de cuivres naturels :
1 - Pronoea
2 - Sapientae
3 - Expedire
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This is a three-movement piece, composed for a natural brass orchestra:
1 - Pronoea
2 - Sapientae
3 - Expedire

Deus Ex Machina

Our heroes geek out about a horror/comedy that doesn't go where you think it'll go.

We Just Watched... Companion

Our heroes watch... a children's sci-fi triller drama?

We Just Watched... D.A.R.Y.L.

Hearts Collide ft .SATCH.

A mix of all the songs from Metrik's "Ex Machina" album.

0:00 Metrik - Automata w/ Metrik & ShockOne - Dying Light
0:22 Metrik - Automata w/ Metrik & ShockOne - Dying Light w/ Metrik & Grafix - Parallel
0:44 Metrik - Automata w/ Metrik - Hackers w/ Metrik & Grafix - Parallel
1:50 Metrik - Hackers w/ Metrik & Grafix - Parallel
2:12 Metrik - Ex Machina w/ Metrik - Thunderblade
2:56 Metrik - Requiem w/ Metrik - Thunderblade w/ Metrik - Closer w/ Metrik - We Are The Energy
3:18 Metrik - Closer w/ Metrik - We Are The Energy
3:39 Metrik - Closer w/ Metrik - Gravity
4:25 Metrik - Ascension w/ Metrik - Closer w/ Metrik - Gravity
5:21 Metrik - Time To Let Go
5:36 Metrik - Time To Let Go w/ Metrik - Shadows

Metrik - Ex Machina (Minimix)

ZALERG.21.11.2025 [live cut]

- Necromaton -

Mmmnn.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Ye-e-eah.
-
Cold metal, dead flesh.
'Da soul cries out.
(Mmmnn)
Metallic necro mesh;
A body fo'da unlivin'
We can't be without.
(Mmm-mm-mm-mmnn)
You tinka' meticulously.
'Da sound conspicuously
Brings us closa' synchronously;
Intimately.
 (To life)
-
Our breath stolen befoh' our time.
Desire brings us to 'da brink.
(Ooo-oo-ooohh)
Our tears form into rime,
'Da deepa' an' deepa' we sink.
(Ooo-oo-ooohh)
'Da cracks within our souls
Rend our flesh to steel.
(Mmmnn)
An'da decay of our bones,
It feels so surreal.
Wi'da "ting-ting" o'yo-your hamma'
An' a turn o'your spanna'.
In 'dis vessel, our souls will gatha'.
Where we no longa' bleed,
An' our bones won't shatta'.
Thru' blood'n'sweat, you bring us to life.
What you once lost, now returned.
Within vessels as cold as ice.
But our souls ha'been burned.
-
We can't go on livin' 'dis lie.
You gotta leh'us go.
(Oooo-ooo-ooohh)
Please, jus' leh'it die.
Leh'us sink below.
(We can neva' be yours again)
Necromaton.
No.
(No, no)
Once your golden swan.
Now we're nothin' moh'dan
A crutch fo'you to lean on.
Necromaton.
No.
(We can't go on)
(We can't go on)
(We can't go on)
(Mmm-mm-mmmnn)
-
We see you workin' tirelessly,
Tryin' to keep us here.
(Please, no)
(Please, no)
But 'dis body lays lifelessly,
Holdin' your greatest fear.
Our eyes closed tight as you search fo' life,
But your efforts are worse 'dan all 'da lies.
Our frozen tears're sharpa' 'dan any knife.
Workin' thru' denial...
(Jus' look us in 'da eye)
Please, jus' leh'it go.
You know we know
'Dis is all fo'show.
We left so long ago.
-
We can't go on livin' 'dis lie.
You gotta leh'us go.
(Oooo-ooo-ooohh)
Please, jus' leh'it die.
Leh'us sink below.
(We can neva' be yours again)
Necromaton.
No.
Jus' leh'it go,
An' end 'da show.
Necromaton.
'Dis love you feel, it isn't real.
Our life is gone;
Colda' 'dan frosted steel.
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh!)
(It can't go on)
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh!)
Necromaton.
(Mmm-mmnn)
-
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh!)
Necromaton.
(Mmm-mmnn)
Necromaton.
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh!)
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh!)
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh!)
Necromaton.

Ex Machina

Necromaton

- Automata -

My heart is cold.
Frozen ova' in 'dis space.
(No. No)
'Dere's nothin' fo'us to hold.
'Da life 'dat was, is
Gone without a trace.
'Dis tickin'. I hear it;
Louda' 'dan befoh'.
Starin' into 'da pit,
I can't see you anymoh'.
'Doe I can feel you 'dere..
Wi'din my soul, beyon' repair.
An'dis burden we both share.
You know I know.
We're both aware.
('Dis is 'da end)
-
Wires wrung. Metal scraped
(Ooo-oo-oo-oohh)
'Dis battle lost long ago,
An' our form reshaped.
Thru' my tears, I put on a show.
-
Don't act like you de'int know.
(Mmmnn)
'Da writin' was on 'da wall.
(Look at me)
Hold me now,
As I drag you down beloh'.
I won't be alone when I fall.
'Da absence o'your love.
Made my eyes run red.
An'your actions here of;
My soul is dead.
Yo-Yo-You pull me up,
But I drag you down.
(Come with me)
Lo-Look at 'dese bloody stumps.
Divin' deep in my blood,
I'll make you drown.
'Da life we had, now cold as ice;
Built on nothin' but lies.
(Oh, no)
My soul's hot enuff' to ignite.
I just wan' it to die.
-
Automata!
'Dis machine o'love.
Livin' wi'dout'a soul.
(Ooohh)
An' wi'one shove,
You've lost all control.
(Ooo-oo-oo-oohh)
Automata!
(Ooo-oo-ooh)
Automata.
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'Dat sinkin' feelin' settin' in.
Takin' you down wi'me an'den,
Holdin' your soul to tend.
Until you nee'me again.
'Dis machine is broken;
Fr-Fr-Fr-Frozen fractals pierce thru'.
(Ooohhh)
Our misery has awoken.
Bo-Bo-Bo-Born from a love
We outgrew.
From 'dis machine I fell:
Out of love, out of sight.
(Aaah)
I feel it wrenchin' at erry' cell,
As I fade from 'da light.
-
Auto-Automata!
'Dis machine o'love.
Livin' wi'dout'a soul.
(Ooo-oo-oo-oohh)
An' wi'one shove,
You've lost all control.
(Aaa-aaa-aaahh)
Automata!
You were neva' here afta' all.
(Ooo-oo-aaa-aaa-ooohh)
-
Automata!
Automata!
Automata!
(Ooo-oo-oo-oohh)

Automata

- Conduit -

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah-huh.
-
A beat. A pulse, Within me.
I feel it growin' stronga'.
(Ooo-ooo-ooohh)
I open my eye to see.
I sneak a peak
Tryna' hol'dis vision
Fo' longa'.
'Dis warmth, it burns.
Thawin' my frozen heart.
(No, no)
An' my soul, it yearns.
I don't wanna restart.
Bu'dif I do,
Will I rememba' you?
Or will you tear me in two
An' start me anew?
('Coz I'm)
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Your Conduit.
'Da pull o'your soul
Draggin' me down.
My personal hell;
I have no control.
(Con-Con-Conduit)
'Da sting o'your lies
Makes me recoil.
Can't open my eyes,
As my blood boils.
Co-Co-Conduit.
Co-Con-Conduit
(Con-Conduit)
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I feel it surgin' thru' me,
Fillin' my very being.
(Please, no)
My body, my soul;
My autonomy.
Discharged like lightnin'.
Your words like tendrils,
Wringin' my entrails.
Is 'dis all fo'da thrills?
(No, no)
It's givin' me chills.
I feel it stronga' now.
I can't leh'go.
(Oh, no)
I don't even know how,
But,
You have to know.
-
(Con-Con-Conduit)
An' even if my heart was still,
I'd still take my knife
An' make 'da kill,
To save my own life.
'Coz your toxin's spillin' ova'.
Deep in my blood,
I hear my heart
Whirrin' like a mota'.
It's boilin' ova',
Like 'da fire an'da flood.
Co-Co-Con-Conduit.
I'm your...
(Con-Con-Conduit)
Co-Co-Con-Conduit.
Co-Co-Conduit.
-
'Dis surge. It's stronga' now;
Tearin' thru' my will.
(Ooo-oo-ooohh)
Throwin' in'da towel,
My heart remains still.
Your presence lingaz' like a demon.
(Oh, no)
I finally have a reason
(Ooohh)
Fo'dis personal treason.
(Ooohh)
Worshippin' you like a heathen,
My soul will be eaten.
I feel it now, closa' 'dan befoh',
Scratchin' 'da back'o'my mind.
(Make it stop)
But as I wage 'dis war,
I'm afraid o'what I'll find.
Take it now. My soul is yours;
I can't escape.
(Let me go)
As I fight thru' tears,
My end begins to take shape.
-
I'm your...
(Con-Con-Conduit)
Co-Co-Con-Conduit.
(I nee'you)
Co-Co-Conduit.
Your toxic soul discharged my heart,
Endin' me from 'da start.
It's tearin' me apart.
I have to restart.
'Coz I'm your...
Co-Co-Conduit.
Co-Co-Conduit.

Conduit

- Robot -

In 'da back'o my mind,
I know I shouldn't.
(No. No)
You stan' close behin'.
But I thought you wouldn't.
My body an' soul
Move wi'dout my will.
(Please, no)
An' soon I'll hear your call
To make 'da kill.
-
Controlled. My will is no'my own.
(Oooohh)
My heart's a husk;
Your soul's 'da controlla'.
(Oooohh)
I can feel you
In my bones.
-
An' I know you're 'dere,
'Coz 'dat voice is unmistakeable.
(I know)
Leh'me open my eyes.
'Dis isn't fair.
It's inescapable.
I feel 'doz wires unda' my skin,
Pullin' at my soul.
(Stop! Stop! Stop!)
I have no choice
Bu'to leh'you win.
I feel so cold.
-
My mind is trainable,
'Doe a bit unstable.
Tryna' move,
But I'm incapable.
My freedom is unattainable.
I feel your influence,
Castin' shadows ova' me.
(I can't see)
How much darka' can it be
In 'dis discontinuance?
-
I'm a Robot.
Cold an' distant,
(Oooohh)
I can't resist it.
(Oooohh)
Robot.
'Dis ain't a normal compunction.
(Oh, no, no, no)
I couldn't bear such a disjunction.
'Coz I'm...
A Robot.
(Ooo-oo-aa-aaa-ooohh)
Ro-Ro-Robot.
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'Dis pain, I can't live wi'dout.
Wi'enuff' blood to fill a bucket.
Wrench 'doze wires an' pull'em out,
An' use me like a puppet.
Make me dance.
An' if I break 'da trance,
Gimme 'dat askance.
'Dis is my idea o'romance.
Unda' your control, I can't escape.
I don't know what to do.
(Ooo-oo-ooohh)
Loo'ket me.
Aren't you proud?
I've been reshaped.
Run away?
(Ahh. Ahh. Ahh)
As if I'd wan' to.
-
I'm a Robot.
Ro-Ro-Robot.
I bring you so much joy
Now 'dat I'm your toy.
Robot-ot-ot-ot-ot-ot.
(Ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooohh)
Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Ro-Robot.
Ro-Ro-Robot.
Robot.
Robot.

Robot

- Simulation -

Ooo-ooo-oo-oooohh.
Ooo-ooo-aaa-aaahhh...
-
I see you 'dere in fron' o'my eyes,
But sumthin' feels off.
(What cou'dit be?)
Lately I can only hear lies.
'Da truth just ain't enuff'.
'Dat knock-on effect
Makes me subject
To all 'dat I suspect.
I see 'dat which you project.
"it's real to me"
Is what I used to say.
(No more)
Bu'now I can see
You're so far away.
-
'Dis holographic display.
I can't look ah'chu.
(Oooaaaahh)
'Dat image you portray.
I'm blocked from your view.
-
An' I think I always knew
'Dat you'ad given up.
(Come back)
Maybe I should forget it too.
Bu'chu seem to be on autopilot.
I can't feel'da pulse.
'Dis machine is corrupt.
Reachin' out, my hans' run thru';
Hollow an'empty..
(Ooohh)
My hope fo' you to reach out too
Is fadin' fro'me.
Bu'dis love is an anagram.
Displayed in'dis diagram.
Burned in like an optogram.
Formin' 'dis soulless hologram.
I nee'you here,
Bu'chu're so far away.
(Oooohh)
An' as close as you appeah',
You can't hear what I say.
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I jus' wan' reciprocation,
To keep 'dis goin'.
Bu'dit feels like a Simulation.
Simulation.
It's hollow an' empty.
Simulation.
You mus' know.
Please. Reach fo' me.
-
I guess 'dere's no poin'to it all,
You're no longa' 'dere.
(Please, no)
Should I make one final call?
Please. I still care.
I wan' us to be saved,
Bu'chor eyes are glazed,
Like you're soulless an' dazed.
You seem unfazed.
Jus' tell me before
I walk ou'dat doh'.
Please...
What are you waitin' fo'?
No.
I can't take it anymoh'.
You don't wan' me here?
Fine. 'Den I'm leavin.
'Dis was my greatest fear.
'Dis machine is bleedin'
An' no longa' breathin'.
It's time to shut it down.
'Dere's nothin' left fo' me.
Burnin' it to 'da ground,
Will finally seh'me free.
(I guess it really was jus'a)
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Simulation.
Simulation.
It was so cold an' empty.
Bu'now I'm free.
I can finally...
I can finally see.
Simulation.
Simulation.
Simulation.
Simulation.
(Flatline)

Simulation

Ex Machina  x Perfect

- Ex Machina -

Lifeless wi'dout soul,
You've been distant fo' some time.
(Oooohh)
Missin' wha'makes me whole;
Leavin' would actually be kind.
Your gaze burns thru' me,
Brushin' past like a breeze.
Is it really me you see?
Your cold eyes make me freeze.
-
Pullin' struts on 'dis structure;
It's set to fall.
(Oh, no)
Boilin' ova', it's gon' rupture;
We can no longa' stall.
(Let it go)
-
An' 'dat distant cry, I hear it now,
But I dunno who it is.
(Oooohh)
I feel like I'm fallin' down
From 'da sky, wi'dout wings.
'Deez wires run deep,
But feel close to 'da surface.
(No, no)
Parts fo'dis machine are cheap,
'Doe it feels worthless.
'Da past an' future rhyme,
Losin' our love to time.
Our tears are 'da sweetest wine,
Formed from crimson rime.
-
Ex Machina.
'Dis love
Is cold an' dead.
Fallin' down from above.
(Ooo-oo-oohh)
An'da gates,
As we fall,
Are risin' away-haaay!
Ex Machina.
(Oooo-ooo-oo-oohh)
Ex Machina.
(Oooo-ooo-oo-oohh)
Ex Machina.
(Ooo-oo-aa-aaahh)
-
'Da gates above are closin' fast.
It seems our fates ha'been cast.
(Oh, no)
Spurned by our past,
We fight to 'da last.
'Da gates were closed all along;
Held back from paradise.
It's where we belong,
But we're stuck in'dis paradigm.
Wi'one pull o'dat levah',
'dere is no way we'll eva',
Be togetha'.
Held foreva'
From Nirvana.
-
Ex Machina.
We fall away.
Our eyes burn.
'Da closed gates
At 'da poin'o no return.
Ex Machina.
(Oooo-ooo-oo-oohh)
Ex Machina.
(Aaaa-aaa-aaahh)
Ex Machina.
(Aaaa-aaa-aaahh)

 - Breakdown -

(Mmm-mm-mmm)
(Mmm-mm-mmm)
-
Fractured, hollow, dead.
'Dat's where we are now.
'Dere's nothin' to be said.
Even 'den I don't know how.
From where we were, somehow I knew,
But I still couldn't see. 
(Why)
An' I know 'dat you saw 'dis comin' too,
After all...
'Dis doesn't work wi'three
Break it now an'run away.
'Coz I know 'dat's all you're good fo'
(Leave)
'Dere's no way to make you stay,
You know...
'Coz you don't wan' me anymoh'
-
I guess we were always heading down 'dis road.
Should've seen 'da writin' on 'da wall 
(Oh, no)
But I won't back down, no I won't fold.
I'm gonna let you hear it all.
In my heart 'dat's where you were
Wi'din my soul I held 'dat fervor
'Coz I thought 'dat I was sure
'Dat I was 'da one you were lookin' fo'
But you were neva' here fo' me, 
I see 'dat now.
(Please)
'Da machine broke, I guess I'm free,
But I think I know...
(I headin' fo' a...)
-
Breakdown.
My eyes are red from rage;
My soul's on fire.
Finally free from 'da cage,
But I'm hangin' on by a wire
'Dis is a...
Breakdown
I know you wan' it
'Dis is my... 
Breakdown
-
Soulless an' dazed,
Feelin' like I've been tazed.
A sensation leavin' me crazed.
(What have you done?)
'Dis machine has been razed.
You wan' to leave after lyin'?
Actin' like nothin' happened.
(Get back here) 
Cuttin' deep, you got me cryin'.
(How can you do 'dis?)
My soul has been blackened.
I should've known you were full of shit.
We can finally shut it down.
But now I know 'dis is really it.
(I'm bleeding so much)
I'm being drowned.
('Coz I'm headin' fo' a...)
-
Breakdown.
My eyes are red from rage;
My soul's on fire.
Finally free from 'da cage
But I'm hangin' on by a wire
This is a...
Breakdown
(I know you want it)
'Dis is my...
Breakdown.
'Dis is my...
Breakdown.
This is a...
Breeeeak..down.
-
Breeeeak..down.
Break...
Breakdown.

Breakdown

À propos de moi

Je suis musicien français, tubiste et compositeur spécialisé dans un domaine rare et profondément enraciné dans la tradition française : les orchestres de cuivres naturels. Ces ensembles, à l’histoire riche et singulière, reposent sur des instruments dits "d'ordonnance", dépourvus de système permettant le chromatisme, auxquels s’ajoutent des instruments chromatiques et des percussions pour enrichir leur palette sonore.
Qu’est-ce qu’un orchestre de cuivres naturels ?

Un orchestre de cuivres naturels se distingue par la combinaison unique d’instruments naturels et chromatiques. Voici son instrumentarium :

Les cuivres naturels :

    Clairon : Instrument en si bémol, connu pour son timbre clair et direct.
    Clairon basse : Frère grave du clairon, également en si bémol, jouant une octave plus bas.
    Trompette de cavalerie : En mi bémol, avec un son éclatant et vibrant.
    Trompette basse : Frère grave de la trompette de cavalerie, en mi bémol, une octave plus bas.
    Cor naturel : Instrument en mi bémol, partageant la même octave que la trompette basse, offrant des sonorités rondes et chaleureuses.

Les instruments chromatiques :

Pour compléter les cuivres naturels et harmoniser l’ensemble :

    Euphonium : Avec ses lignes mélodiques fluides et expressives.
    Tuba : Fondation grave et puissante de l’orchestre.
    Claviers de percussion : Glockenspiel, vibraphone, xylophone et marimba, ajoutant une dimension mélodique et percussive.

Les percussions :
Tous les instruments de percussion trouvent leur place dans cet ensemble : tambours, timbales, cymbales, tambourin, woodblock, et bien d’autres.

Mon univers musical

En tant que tubiste et compositeur, je puise dans cette palette sonore unique pour créer des œuvres qui allient tradition et modernité. Mes compositions mettent en valeur l’histoire et les spécificités des cuivres naturels tout en explorant de nouvelles perspectives sonores.

Originaire de Villers-Cotterêts

Je vis à Villers-Cotterêts, patrie d’Alexandre Dumas, célèbre auteur des Trois Mousquetaires. La ville accueille désormais la Cité Internationale de la Langue Française, installée dans le somptueux château renaissance de François 1er. Ce lieu emblématique célèbre la richesse et la diversité de la langue française tout en valorisant notre patrimoine culturel.
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About Me

I am a French musician, tuba player, and composer specializing in a rare and deeply rooted tradition of French music: natural brass orchestras. These ensembles, with their rich and unique history, rely on so-called "ordonnance" instruments, which lack a chromatic system, complemented by chromatic instruments and percussion to expand their sonic palette.

What is a natural brass orchestra?

A natural brass orchestra is characterized by its unique combination of natural and chromatic instruments. Here is an overview of its instrumentarium:

Natural brass instruments:

    Bugle (Clairon): A B-flat instrument known for its bright and direct timbre.
    Bass Bugle (Clairon Basse): The deeper counterpart of the bugle, also in B-flat, sounding one octave lower.
    Cavalry Trumpet (Trompette de Cavalerie): An E-flat instrument with a brilliant and vibrant tone.
    Bass Trumpet (Trompette Basse): The lower-pitched counterpart of the cavalry trumpet, also in E-flat, sounding one octave lower.
    Natural Horn (Cor Naturel): An E-flat instrument sharing the same octave as the bass trumpet, offering warm and rounded tones.

Chromatic instruments:

To complement the natural brass instruments and enrich the harmony:

    Euphonium: Known for its smooth and expressive melodic lines.
    Tuba: Providing the deep and powerful foundation of the orchestra.
    Percussion keyboards: Glockenspiel, vibraphone, xylophone, and marimba, adding melodic and percussive textures.

Percussion:

The orchestra includes all types of percussion instruments: drums, timpani, cymbals, tambourines, woodblocks, and more.

My Musical Universe

As a tuba player and composer, I draw from this unique sonic palette to create works that combine tradition and modernity. My compositions highlight the history and specificities of natural brass instruments while exploring new sonic horizons.

From Villers-Cotterêts

I live in Villers-Cotterêts, the birthplace of Alexandre Dumas, the famous author of The Three Musketeers. The town is now home to the International Center for the French Language, located in the stunning Renaissance château built under Francis I. This iconic site celebrates the richness and diversity of the French language while showcasing our cultural heritage.

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I am an amateur songwriter. I can't sing or play an instrument very well though 😅. 

I use Suno AI for the sound and vocals, but I wrote the lyrics (I am not hiding the fact that I use AI for the sound).

I mix and master all my songs with BandLab.

The collaborative effort between me and AI is 70/30 (70% me, 30% AI).

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