Nibiru X and the Cataclysms

Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Fantassia

Tea & Pillows

Yes, a little bit of Punk music feels good. A lot of good indeed.

If you make me feel Good

If You Make Me Feel Good - KRT Production

Too Late

Trip Overnight

Oh, summer song.
Why you giving me what for?
You turned your face towards the rain.
Oh, summer song.
Are you still floating in the sky?
You looked away when I needed you.
Well, I guess you gotta do the things you do.

Oh, summer sun.
Won't you burn my fears away?
I rest my head at night and dream.
Oh, summer sun.
Won't you give me one more try.
To make the mist just dissipate.
Why are we all waiting/running late?

They all say.
That the dreams we have as children fade away.
In the haze of many moons.
Caught out by June.
It's gone so soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why'm I trying so hard for the laughs?

Oh, summer song.
Are you still giving up the gold?
It's nice to finally find a ripple in your folds.
Oh, summer song.
A brighter version of the day.
A final point to make the sway.
Get over here if you've something to say.

Oh, I must say.
As the dreams we had as children fade to grey.
And as the hazy days of June.
Forget the tune.
It's gone too soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why we trying so hard for the laughs?

They all say.
That the dreams we have as children fade away.
In the haze of many moons.
Caught out by June.
It's gone so soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why'm I trying so hard for the laughs?

Summer Song

Guitars: Jerry Matheny
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Mix: Will Montgomery

Demos 2022

Somebody Cares

What? whichever! they roll. 
Can't believe I'm still standing up.
I really don't feel that old.
It gets tight the second time around.
Starts a-taking its toll.

Now there's no one a-listening.
To all the things I don't say.
There's only pieces left, a-hang about.
But we all took our pay.
As I stare down the window pane.
It's all just blowing away.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Well here is a memory.
And here is the cold.
Here's a friday to wait upon.
If you'll carry my stone.
Here lays all your sympathy.
Which you bought to be sold.

Take your well heeled fake jesus.
Take your ideals of love.
Take your fake plastic empathy.
Fits you like a glove.
Take anything you want from me.
I will never give up.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

We Tried

Too Many Yesterday's

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Evolving from past mistakes, isolation from society, current crazy worldly affairs.

All songs written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Long Travels End

Gravity (Cover)

Dead In The Head

Dix huit cent et plus, en Irlande du nord, une dynastie aux gants de fer, et Emmie amoureuse d'un garçon issu d'un milieu modeste...
Les différences déjà menacées à cette époque, mais que dire d'aujourd'hui?
Paroles:
Août 1814 dans une contrée du nord.
Au coeur des landes immenses qui étirent le décor,
On donnait au manoir une fête somptueuse,
Pour les vingt ans d'Emmie, belle et amoureuse.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
Août 1814 dans les journaux du soir.
Quatre lignes discrètes ont relaté l'histoire.
Car le manoir respire des dynasties de cire.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
choeurs:
Loin des rires du manoir,
Soufflent les vents de ton histoire.
Loin des ombres du manoir,
Court un nom dans ta mémoire.
Le souvenir d'Emmie dans la lande s'étire...

Eighteen hundred and counting, in Northern Ireland, a dynasty with iron gloves, and Emmie in love with a boy from a modest background....
Differences already threatened at that time, but what about today?
Words:
August 1814 in a northern country.
In the heart of the immense moors which stretch out the scenery,
A sumptuous party was given at the manor,
For Emmie's twenty years, beautiful and in love.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
August 1814 in the evening newspapers.
Four discreet lines told the story.
Because the manor breathes wax dynasties.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
backing vocals:
Far from the laughter of the mansion,
The winds of your story blow.
Patches of shadows of the mansion,
Run a name into your memory.
The memory of Emmie on the moor stretches...

Si ton enfance te poursuit

Emmie

Come me

Morning Call offers sixteen minutes of inspirational sounds, based on Indian instruments ... for relaxation, meditation, daydreaming, being somewhere else ... you decide.

Morning Call

La Musik Ote

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Auteur, compositeur, interprète, je suis à la recherche d'un label et d'un manager, pour faire de la scène.
Author, composer, performer,  I am  looking for a  label, and a manager.

Emmie

Christian PERUTI

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