this is my newest tune. recorded in summer 2022 using Marshall Heads and B.c. Rich guitars.

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Thanatology

All Shall Perish

"Big Marimba" spans 1:58 minutes, showcasing a marimba melody that masterfully transitions from solemn and introspective to joyful and lively. Beginning with an inquisitive verse, the melody is subtly underscored by a background that weaves in a touch of mystery. As it progresses to the chorus, the marimba adopts an upbeat, almost jingle-like quality, beautifully complemented by fast violins, crafting a sophisticated yet vibrant atmosphere. Set at a tempo of 95 BPM, "Big Marimba" is perfectly suited for a wide array of projects, offering a dynamic element of sophistication and mood contrast that enhances voice-overs and sync applications without overwhelming the narrative. Whether for advertising, educational content, or storytelling, this track provides a unique auditory journey from contemplation to celebration.

For commercial and derivative licences, please visit our Pond5 profile, where you can buy this track for a number of additional uses. http://www.pond5.com/artist/covertacoustics

Big Marimba

Mir Bredberg Weber: Main vocal/piano/grand piano/composer
Henrik Nybo: El.guitar
Palle Hjort: Hammond
Jeppe Gram: Drums
Jakob Falgren: Bas
Carsten Sindvald:  alto saxophone
Finn Henriksen: saxophone/baritone/tenor
Dave Hennessy: Classic guitar

Live Out Loud

Para ver el video  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nksjex1a6W8

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/mi-casa-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/mi-casa-version-original-ver-texto

MI CASA

Guardo en mi pueblo la casa
donde vi la primera luz;
y aunque está vieja y ajada
obra de la decrepitud,
aún conserva su estampa
elegante y llena de luz.

El musgo cubre sus tejas
dándole un encanto especial;
el corral lleno de hierba
no es aquél de tiempos atrás:
el de aquellas noches de “fresca”
en familia con luna estival.

Estribillo 

Bajo su techo nací
sus paredes me vieron crecer
por su viejo suelo di
mis primeros pasos
buscando unos brazos
donde asirme para no caer.

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Cuando me siento intranquilo
es allí donde encuentro la paz;
esa paz que siendo un niño,
y junto al fuego del hogar,
yo palpé en las noches de frío,
de silencio y oscuridad. 

Estribillo


MY HOUSE

I keep the house in my town
where I saw the first light;
and although it is old and worn
work of decrepitude,
still retains its image
elegant and full of light.

Moss covers its tiles
giving it a special charm;
the corral full of grass
It is not the one from times ago:
that of those “cool” nights
as a family with a summer moon.

Chorus

Under your roof I was born
its walls saw me grow
for its old soil
My first steps
looking for arms
where to hold on so as not to fall.

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When I feel uneasy
It is there where I find peace;
that peace that as a child,
and next to the hearth fire,
I felt on cold nights,
of silence and darkness.

Chorus

Mi Casa (Feat. Javier Moreno)

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Dead On My Feet

Till The Day We Die

V∆Nl∆V

R∆INBØW IN ŦHE SKY

Taken from the forthcoming album 'Speaking in Code'.

Speaking in Code

Transmission fr. Nowhere

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STREAM/DL

CuddleMyCarcass

MY WEBSITE: https://ramoninc.xyz
LISTEN ON STREAMING PLATFORMS: https://push.fm/fl/when-you-die

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"When You Die" is a melancholic dive into the ruins of memory. On this album, Ramon Inc. explores the weight of nostalgia, longing, and regret—the ghosts of bad decisions, of loves that could have been different, of people we left behind or who left us broken. An ode to the past that, while seemingly brilliant compared to today's cold reality, is merely a comforting illusion.

Throughout the tracks, genres intertwine in an emotional and sonic narrative that ranges from ethereal synth-pop to vibrant hyperpop, passing through IDM pop, pop and alternative rock, neo-soul/jazz, and cinematic ambient. The journey begins danceably, almost hopeful, but soon delves into introspective, somber, and sensitive atmospheres—like someone looking at old photos trying to understand where everything began to fall apart.

Inspired by artists like Princess Chelsea, MGMT (more specifically, the album Little Dark Age), LA Priest, Sabrina Carpenter (current era), Jungle, TV Girl, CHVRCHES, Roosevelt, Grimes, and Loaded Honey, Ramon builds a universe where the brilliance of the past meets the weight of the present. Violins, pianos, synths, and broken beats serve as the soundtrack to an emotional, intimate, and visceral diary.

Audiovisual producer Kevin Loryan defined it: "When You Die is an incredible IDM album, but people aren't ready for it."
Maybe he's right—maybe this is one of those albums that will only be fully understood in the future.

When You Die isn't about literal death, but about everything that dies inside us over time—and what we do with what's left.

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I got surrounded by all the noises in my head
I felt my heart in the floor
I told to myself: it's not fair
Then I understood how poor
You were

Because you used to shine
And you used to be mine
Now you're just someone
Lacking of good inside

Watching me lose myself
In these rhymes
And forgetting who I was
Before you being in my mind

I hate the nights I spent awake
It was just me losing my time
That's enough, girl
I have my own demons to fight.

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THANK U ALL ♡

When You Die

My Own Demons (with Lici)

experimental, cinematic, instrumental, post-rock band from russia.
for the benefit of almost all living beings. 
cheers.

R∆INBØW IN ŦHE SKY

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