Very cool track! I love these changes and how the it grows [reposted 10/10]

amazing guitar on this , solid drums , good work

excellent work on the drums and percussion!

A huge soundtrack of a wonderful rockin' life!!! Yeah!!!  ⁓Rebecca

Nice guitar tone. Driving guitars. Really nice mood

Great track. Love the arrangement, mix is really pro!

Great guitar tones. Cool arrangement. Well done.

A Million Skies

Henrik Nybo: El.guitar
Mir Bredberg Weber: Main vocal/Rhodes/grand piano/composer
Jeppe Gram: Drums
Jakob Falgren: Bas
Carsten Sindvald:  alto saxophone
Finn Henriksen: saxophone/baritone/tenor
Kaj Schmidt-Boisen: Trumpet
Suzanne Bushnell: Backing vocal

Live Out Loud

ONLY WHEN I SING

Only When I Sing

Composed by Fernando Sor, from Opus 60

I appreciate your comments, I hope you like it,

Brian

Study # 11

Sonate n°2 pour piano en do mineur

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/RmBy9YSt1o4

Sonate n°2 pour piano en do mineur

Run to you

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Soul

Translation above

Texte : Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Text: Isabelle Le Gouic, from the group Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847 
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

Il n’y a rien à voir

Sur la jetée de mon papier grimoire
Des rimes jetées
Qui s’arriment à la brume
Mon brouillard en errance
Posé sur un papelard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier miroir
Des embruns jetés
Mes pensées que j’écume
Mon brouillard en partance
Sur mon papier bavard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Sur un papier ivoire

Sur la jetée de mon papier mémoire
Souvenirs lancés
Mes vieilles balançoires
Les brouillons de l’enfance
Sur mon papier buvard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier du soir
Encre blanch’ jetée
Comme une pleine lune
Qui s’élance en plein jour
Sur un papier blafard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche 
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Ma plume a peur du noir

Paroles : Isabelle Le Gouic
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 juin 2024

There's nothing to see

On the pier of my grimoire paper
Discarded rhymes
That dock with the mist
My wandering fog
On a piece of paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my mirror paper
Spray thrown
My thoughts that I foam
My departing fog
On my chattering paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart
There is nothing to see
I write in white ink
On ivory paper

On the pier of my memory paper
Thrown memories
My old swings
Childhood drafts
On my blotting paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my evening paper
Bleached ink thrown away
Like a full moon
That rises in broad daylight
On a pale paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart 
There's nothing to see
I write in white ink
My pen is afraid of the dark

Lyrics: Isabelle Le Gouic
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 14, 2024

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Losing you

This was my first experiment with AI music, via UDIO, and I'm grateful to @APi_ZZ  for kindly titivating it up with some percussion and other production bits and pieces. 

Words and musical concept, Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright, Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, June 2024. 

Musical arrangement and cover, @APi_ZZ
© Copyright, APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) June 2024. 

Words: 
I’ve always been a priestess of the Great Mother,
A powerful one, since the days of Atlantis.
I was among those who were in the City of Golden Gates,
At the sacred temple to the Sun on the island of Ruta. 
When I left with the Seed-bearers for the upcoming Age,
I saw, from the sea, the final deluge as Atlantis went down,
Its brass bells tolling in requiem as its golden domes drowned. 

I watched them build Carnac, Stonehenge and Avebury. 
I came down through the smoking pyres of Varanasi, 
I tended the shrine at Madurai’s temple of Meenakshi.
I was a sacred whore of Ishtar in the city of Babylon.
When we were banished by the Hierophants of Apollo
I followed the ram-headed sphinxes of the Valley of Kings,
across the pool of blue lotuses and under the high pylon 
with its bas reliefs showing the heroic deeds of Ptolemy,
‘till I reached the bronze doors of the sanctum of Black Isis. 

I was the cuen, the power behind Alfred’s throne
His muse who inspired him to fight the Vikings
With the fire in his head aflame, as an ecstatic. 
Then I was in the harems of Constantinople 
Teaching thee concubines ceremonial sex magic. 

I am not a goddess, nor the Great Mother.
I am Her priestess who channels Her ecstasy.
It comes, everyday, through the Door of Dawn,
The Door of Dreams, the Door Without Key. 
She’s not a fair Earth Mother but dark, like Kali. 
A destroyer of maya, a crusher of delusions, 
Some may think Her evil, but I would disagree,
For which ever man She breaks, is broken free.

Priestess Of Avalon

The Âtman Project

Summer Night

Instrumental rock/ post rock solo project. All rights reserved.
Thanks for your amazing support. Recently, I have reduced my music time. I apologize here that can't reply to all comments.
69twoZERO is a sideproject of TOTHM

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