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Excellent Instrumental Tracks

This is another acoustical tribute to Black Sabbath.... another #inspiredcover unlike the original but definitely inspired by it... check it out.... and.... ENJOY!!!!! 

Lord of this World... (w/CJ) ... Black Sabbath... #inspiredcover

Sotvan

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Overcoming unexpected challenges, evolving from mistakes, crazy worldly affairs. 

Written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments and vocals: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Higher Than Imagined

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
“Feed the Beast”

🔗 Stream on all platforms: https://tcomas.com/feedthebeast

Music and Lyrics by:
Daphne Ang
Andrea Papi

Performed by:
The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

Recorded and Produced by TCOMAS Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Ergosphere Studios

© 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
℗ 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara: 
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#FeedtheBeast #TheChroniclesofManimalandSamara #TCOMAS

Feed the Beast

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Artist Name
Polvojack
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
198595086735
Release Date
Jun. 20, 2024
Primary Genre
Rock
Secondary Genre
Electronic
Primary Subgenre
Hard Rock
Secondary Subgenre
Electro
Mood/Style
Mood: Dreamy
Album Language
French
Artist Location
CANADA - Québec

Dans une vallée aux 9 soleils, naquit l’éternité. Elle bâtit un passé oublié dans les cendres de minuit. Les feuilles tombèrent jusqu'à l’hiver de ces pétales gelés. Mon purgatoire n'était pas la gloire d'une victoire qu'elle voulait avoir. Ces moments où le temps passe et fige le temps de ces feuilles de cendres dans une pellicule. Elle marchait pour chercher une vérité qu'elle seule pouvait trouver. Comme une liberté vers un long ruisseau qui coule autour de la putréfaction d’êtres végétaux qui se font raser par millier pour construire des immeubles condamnés à être abandonnés Elle s’affolait quand je criais, elle hurlait quand elle n’avait pas ce qu'elle voulait. Elle finissait par être dans ce couplet à force de voyager dans mes pensées. Je n'arrivais pas à expliquer pourquoi elle n'existait qu'à travers le temps. Elle transcendait chacun d'eux parmi les cieux d'un monde sans feu bleu, elle brûlait dans un froid intense et incompris de son âme. Une cantatrice si belle et où certains rapaces venaient lui faire la cour. Peut-être dans cette année de démence, elle finira par voir les couleurs du feu d'un abîme qui s'enterre avec le temps. D’une beauté dans laquelle je ne verrais pas la couleur de ces moisissures qui essayent de regarder la nuit sous tous ces yeux.

Forgotten Pages

Forêt En Feu

This track reflects my personal journey, shaped by the values of karma and loyalty that I inherited from my mother.

Space

The Difference In Light

Will Wilson Unveils His Aspirational Anthem 'Let It Go'

Catch a Wave of Optimism with 'Let It Go' by Will Wilson - An Upbeat Melody of Freedom and Ambition

Will Wilson, a rising artist from the vibrant city of Durban, South Africa, has released his latest track, 'Let It Go'. This song is more than just a melody; it's an anthem of hope and ambition. For Will, music is not just a hobby, but a language through which he fluently expresses his dreams and emotions. Despite his stuttering disorder, he has embraced music as a powerful tool for communication and self-expression, making every track a journey into his unique world.

IG: WillWilsons

Email Ntandoshabala77@gmail.com 

Let it Go.

The words here come from the chapter describing a Samhain shamanic ceremony in my book The Dragon Whisperer's Son, and as ever, @APi_ZZ has come up with the most perfect, and moving, music to accompany them. The Bird Mother was the most ancient goddess of the Caucasian races, in acknowledgement of the vital role of the birds in fertilising the lands. 

Words, spoken vocals and cover art by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, October 2024 

Music and cover titling by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) October 2024 


Words: 

Samhain began, as it did every year, on the stroke of midnight when the bright star of Antares was directly over the Fairy Stone. The Fairy Stone was a huge, white obelisk and it was covered with tiny inscribed sigils that were barely visible under the thickly-encrusted green moss of ages. 

No human alive could remember how the Fairy Stone came to be there – and quite probably no-one who was dead either. It was only the dragons of the misty black Mountains of Memory who kept that knowledge safe from prying ears.

A cold breeze was gusting around the crowds of locals milling there amidst the blue, smokey fragrance from the bonfires. The flaming pine logs were dripping with sweet aromatic resins as they fired crackling sparks of brilliant orange into the dark-clouded skies. 

Scarlet elf cap mushrooms peeped through a damp carpet of gold, russet and bronze leaves covering the hard, muddy ground. The trees they had fallen from were now standing bare and shivering, entirely naked, but bravely ready to face the first gales of winter.  Frosted cobwebs, stretching between their branches, twinkled under a full silver moon.  An owl hooted.

In front of the Fairy Stone stood a large wooden platform. It had been charred black, and then scored with white Xs, Vs and spirals to turn it into an altar, carved in the shape of an eagle so gigantic that it was as if the constellation of Aquila had fallen from the star-studded vaults above. Standing astride the altar was a giant effigy of a woman. She had a pointed head and the beaked face of a bird of prey. Her breasts were huge and egg-shaped, as were her protruding buttocks.  Her arms, outstretched as if in flight, were entwined with wriggling serpents. It was the Bird Mother. 

Each family was going forward, one at a time, to the Bird Mother's altar with their offerings of lit candles for the Naming of the Dead ceremony. Tears glistened in their eyes as the recited with gratitude the names of all those who had before come them.  It wasn't long before there were so many candles jostling together that the altar began to mirror the glittering blackness of the night skies. 

Afterwards, hearts were so full and heavy with remembrance that each preferred to just sit silently with their own thoughts, their solemn faces upturned towards the stars to watch Orion, the Lord of Winter, arise from his watery Underworld to reclaim his rulership over that half of the year. 

Then they were content in their hearts that throughout the cold dark days to come, new starseeds would be nurtured in the warmth of the womb of Earth; that the silver spindle connecting their revolving seasons to the starry mills slowly grinding above would hold firm with their prayers and offerings; that eventually new stargates would open like vast glittering palaces, and that the end of the beginning was done so that life could become and spiral on forevermore.

From The Dragon Whisperer's Son by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut,  ISBN 978-1-9163795-6-5. Buy it on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yss89t58

Samhain

Many thanks to my friend Mathis for his masterful guitar on this project more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/user-247333630

mixed and mastered Combstead

Feast or Famine - Mathis

NickJC Intimate Longing Ft 2Sisters

First recorded in December 2022.
From the album Salt.

It's a song about the castle.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be.
For one thing, were not free.
There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

Castles [2024 Remaster]

I hate my parents 
They did harm to me
I hate them far more
When I see you happy

The family business is a damned lottery
Winning the big prize is aleatory

You grew up with love. 
It seemed so pretty.
Self-taught badly
I became angry

I envy you 
Your life is easy
I struggle each day 
For serenity

The family business is a damned lottery
Winning the big prize is aleatory

You grew up with love. 
It seemed so pretty.
Self-taught badly
I became angry

Family Business

Hey everyone! I'm thrilled to announce the release of my latest hip-hop instrumental track, Echoes of the heart. This track is a blend of smooth beats and dynamic rhythms, designed to get your head nodding and your feet moving.

Inspired by the vibrant energy of the streets and the raw emotion of hip-hop culture, Echoes of the heart is a journey through sound that captures the essence of urban life. Whether you're chilling at home or cruising through the city, this track is the perfect soundtrack for your day.


Echoes of the heart

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Tango in the Rain
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:34
🐢 Tempo: Medium
🎻 Genre: Tango / Classical / Neoclassical
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: 

📝 Description

"Tango in the Rain" sweeps you into a world where every drop of water becomes a heartbeat and every note a whispered promise. Picture a cobblestone street drenched under a silver glow, footsteps echoing as violin and piano entwine in a passionate embrace. The sultry melody of the violin weeps with longing, while the cello’s warm timbre pulses like a lover’s steady breath. The piano’s chords glisten — each keystroke a raindrop dancing on your skin.

As the storm intensifies, the quartet’s rhythm tightens: viola strokes snap like lightning, and the cello’s low-register whispers anchor you in a moment of shared vulnerability. The interplay of solo lines and lush harmonies evokes a stolen midnight rendezvous, drenched in longing and defiance. You can almost feel the dancers’ wet shoes sliding across the pavement, their bodies in perfect tension, surrendering to the music’s electric current.

Here, sorrow and joy swirl together, creating a tapestry of desire that is at once urgent and tender. "Tango in the Rain" isn’t just a piece — it’s an invitation to lose yourself in a torrential romance that refuses to let go.

🎼 Key: d-moll | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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CLASSICAL and NEOCLASSICAL

Tango in the Rain

Delirium: a disturbed state of mind or consciousness, especially an acute, transient condition associated with fever, intoxication, and certain other physical disorders, characterized by symptoms such as confusion, disorientation, agitation, and hallucinations. It represents the madness of looking at a pitch black, empty landscape for too long - aka, space.

Delirium is also about ADHD, mania and my mind's tendency to just imagine situations and react to them, sometimes as if they were real.

Delirium (Orchestrated)

1996

The third of a four-part suite incorporating, re-orchestrating and expanding the themes originally written for my 2022 track "Year in a Day". This features a quote from Holst's "Jupiter".

Summer to Autumn



Earth Patriot - Days go By


this song opens the album, also.
You can listen to it right here:

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/sets/dealing-out-hands-counting-out

Dealing out Hands/ Counting out Time

Dealing out Hands, Counting out Time

Days go By

Plus Star

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

https://templeofthehauntedman.bandcamp.com/follow_me

https://soundcloud.com/2econd_skin -> Temple Of The Haunted Man repost