Interesting...not my taste in music for the most part, but your production makes it palatable...

"TODAY IS LIFE - TOMORROW NEVER COMES“
they wrote in big letters over the Cliffs of Matala.

Enjoy the summer evenings in their orange-red & warm beauty. 

Cheerio 🌻,
The Wild Blooming Lemonades

Today is Life (Tomorrow never comes)

Starsign

Shy Spanner feat. Shy Spanner & Osurek Bertop

Another isolated track of a previously uploaded tune, in this case the strings section. Here's a link to the original full piano & strings version, with the description.
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/lives-of-our-days-piano-strings

And here's a cool version where the talented 'Big Al From the Grove'  added some sweet guitar to the strings:
https://soundcloud.com/user-543408605/lives-of-our-days

More goodies in the "ISOLATED TRACKS" playlist:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/sets/isolated-tracks

lives of our days (ISOLATED string section)

basement

To listen to the full album
https://open.spotify.com/album/00kn5nETfLqrp4NbgnviJG?si=Er98pNyOSySsKdJaOC5j1w%0A

3adr - horror them

(FR) Concertino Giocoso fait danser le basson comme un personnage pétillant, presque moqueur, face à un chœur suspendu, haut perché, comme une volée d’anges. Une voix collective qui résonne dans la joie, un jeu d’échos entre l’enfance, le sacré, et la jubilation musicale. Un appel à ce que la musique peut encore réveiller de lumineux en nous. Ce morceau appartient à la série ExperImentAl. Il explore la glossolalie générée par IA, langue intérieure, où les mots résonnent sans signifié, portés par leur souffle, leur couleur, leur vibration.

(EN) Concertino Giocoso makes the bassoon dance like a sparkling, almost mischievous character, in dialogue with a suspended, high-pitched choir, like a flight of angels.
A collective voice resonating in joy, an echo game between childhood, the sacred, and musical jubilation.
A call to what music can still awaken of brightness within us.
This piece belongs to the ExperImentAl series.
It explores AI-generated glossolalia, an inner language, where words resonate without meaning, carried by breath, color, and vibration.

Concertino Giocoso

Before the hurricane

mibgriver

Liquid Sky

I got a weight in my chest like Mississippi clay
Settles when I sleep, won't wash away
Got a voice in my blood says I'm already gone
Says the game was rigged before I was born
And I'm tired of the preacher in my head
Spitting fire 'bout the life I ain't led
Got a judge and a jury made of smoke
And they sentence me daily for sins I never spoke

Done, done, done
Drownin' in shallow water
Done
Being my own cannon fodder
Done

This is a mud gospel, sung from the deep
For the ones who can't pray and the ones who can't sleep
I got dirt in my lungs and a war in my veins
But I'm still here breathin' through the weight of the chains
This is a mud gospel, low and slow
For the broken who rise from the undertow

I got a mirror full of faces I don't recognize
Got a past that whispers like it's still alive
There's a current underneath pulling me back down
To a version of myself I thought I'd drowned

Yeah, I'm sick of the voices like vultures circling my mind
Sick of the weight on my shoulders like I'm buried alive
Got a cage made of doubt and I forged every bar
Got scars on my scars from a self-inflicted war

I been drowning in the shallow, call it pride, call it fear
Call it whatever keeps me paralyzed here
But I see the serpent now, coiled in my spine
Feeding on the part of me that's terrified to shine
So I'm ripping through the mud with my teeth if I gotta
Every lie I believed getting buried in the water
I got a pulse, I got a voice, I got a reason to scream
I got a life underneath all this weight I've been carrying

So here's the gospel from the bottom of the deep
If you're still breathing, then you're still in the fight, don't sleep

I see the river now, black as ink and bone
See it runnin' through my thoughts, tellin' me I'm alone
But maybe drowning's just the way you learn to swim
Maybe breaking's just the crack that lets the light back in
I see the river now
And I'm walking in

But I'm done
Breathing in all this smoke
Done
Tightening my own rope
Done

This is a mud gospel, sung from the deep
For the ones who won't bow and the ones who won't keep
Quiet anymore, no, we're done with the chains
We got fire in our chests and we're flooding the plains
This is a mud gospel, dark and true
For the fighters still standing when the storm comes through

Mud Gospel

Template Legato, also known as Hirotaka Kato, is a songwriter & composer based in Sendai, Japan.

Shy Spanner feat. Shy Spanner & Osurek Bertop

Template Legato a.k.a. Hirotaka Kato

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