Cavebar this is just outstanding my dude. Several killer tracks in a row.

Enjoyed this song very much. Very well produced and constructed. The line vocals are very impressive.

Special song - nice way to document a real love

thank you for sweetness in this brutal world

very lovely song, delicate and sweet voice

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From the deserts of Arrakis, the Fremen, led by Paul Atreides, rampage through the known universe in a blood-thirsty war; the sacred Jihad.
Inspired by Frank Herbert's classic novel, "Dune", this track, and album, were originally released in 2020, ahead of the film adaptation.
Enjoy

Jihad

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-mar-e-est-en-noir
Translation above

À propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Texte de (lyrics by) Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
A wedding bouquet that anchors its grime

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From folly to folly

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

Rhoon Records è entusiasta di presentare l’attesissimo debutto di Pietro Labonia con il singolo “Il mio pigiama migliore” in tutto il mondo da questo venerdì 11 Ottobre. Il brano è da considerarsi unico e nasce da una sperimentazione musicale che unisce accordi insoliti, resi possibili dall’uso del capotasto, che è uno strumento centrale nella composizione. Labonia ci conduce in un viaggio acustico intimo, dove il sound si evolve senza seguire regole.

Il Mio Pigiama Migliore

I'm A Witch

Many thanks to Minai for singing lead on this song.
Written by Cavebar in 2024
Mastered by A7 Recording Studio

Lyrics:
Exceptional night, warm candlelight, 
Feeling you could lose your heart without a fight.
Mist in the eye, willing to try to find love.
Moonflower air, senses aware,
Music winds its way up through a dim thoroughfare.
Diamond sky, willing to try to find love.

Ending up the evening with an indigo feeling
Ending up the evening with a sigh
Ending up the evening, ending up the evening in love.

No one’s gonna tell you that it’s time to turn around
No one’s gonna stop the magic now
Everything is pointing in the one direction
The only one that you’ll allow.

Smile in the air, arms that are bare,
Such a heady feeling that you’re not really there.
Drink to the sky, willing to try to find love.

Ending up the evening with an indigo feeling
Ending up the evening with a sigh
Ending up the evening, ending up the evening in love.

Moonflower air, senses aware,
Music winds its way up through a dim thoroughfare.
Diamond sky, willing to try to find love.
 
Ending up the evening with an indigo feeling
Ending up the evening with a sigh
Ending up the evening, ending up the evening in love.

Ending Up the Evening

A song I wrote for my wife.
Josh Alvarez on drums

Rubies

Apeirofobia

This is one of my favorite poems, written by William Allingham in 1805 "Up The Airy Mountain", I wanted to bring a fresh listen to it. 

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;

Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;

Or going up with music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow

They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake

By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather

Up The Airy Mountain

I love you to the moon and sky. Why did you have to die? 💔

Run and Hide - (Acoustic)

Red Light

Hurry up

Only A Minute More

When The Morning Comes

Composed , Produced, Written and Arranged by Jah-Femi Telewa

Angel’s Song is a hauntingly beautiful fusion of hip-hop and orchestral soul, opening with angelic choir harmonies and poetic reflections on love, peace, and divine presence. With ethereal ahhhs and vivid imagery, it captures the serenity of nightfall as angels sing and bells ring softly in the background. A meditative journey through sound and spirit.

Lyrics 
Ahhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhh
Ahhh
Ahhh

Let the angels sing,
Let the light true lovers bring.
When the rain falls down,
The flowers would shed petals as they drown.

When night falls dim and the angels start to sing,
That’s when the joy it brings
Settles on the night to bring it calm.

Angels sing,
Calm it brings.

Watch the nighttime,
They’re singing—
The angels
Keep singing.
The bells ring,
Keep ringing,
At the nighttime
While you’re sleeping.

Watch the nighttime,
They’re singing—
The angels
Keep singing.
The bells ring,
Keep ringing,
At the nighttime
While you’re sleeping.

Ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh

Angel’s Song:

This melodic dark trap track sinks into the bleak reality of substance use, carried by eerie ambient textures, distant vocal chops, and a deep, rumbling 808 foundation. The production builds a cold, hypnotic atmosphere that mirrors the emotional detachment and isolation caused by addiction. Lyrics reflect a numb descent into dependency, late-night paranoia, and the blurred line between coping and crashing out. It's a sonic trip through the highs and the comedown—moody, raw, and brutally honest. Designed for late-night introspection or riding through the city with demons in the rearview.

SUBSTANCES

Hot Summer Day

Singer songwriter from the Heart of England with a box full of old and new songs on a mission to understand the art of recording and mixing. Most started life on my trusty Martin acoustic and have been played live but never been given the luxury of being recorded. I suspect am gonna be at this for quite a while!

Ending Up the Evening

Cavebar

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