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G-Memento Mori

Use. Abuse. Obtuse.

We'll never know ;-) ............. Original track, all instruments by me.
Solos blown on Akai EWI with Northern Trumpet (VGtrumpet) and Vital VST ...
Illustration by Omar Sahel, Lyon/France on Pixabay

Event Horizon

Magic Gardens

A story calls it all unfolds a shadow hanging over me
A path Is paved but who wait behind the open door 
The waves they always roll too close to me
In my mind I know you will Stampede all over me

Feeling Like a block of stone thinking of the unknown
they whisper words you like to hear those beautiful lies
I travelled many miles to see and hear the same 
They turn your mind inside out until your paralysed 

stampede all over me

Stampede

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Always have clear skies in your heart...I composed it with such feelings in mind！😊👍
(いつも澄んだ空を心に…そんな気持ちを込めました！)

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Always have clear skies in your heart

lava

Sk & Tubo    Lava   (Testo di Anam Hermit & Sk)

Dedicated to the genius of Henri Poincaré and Évariste Galois. And also to the many more that feel totally lost in maths.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
où j'ésperais trouver la paix,
loin des passions et des misères...
Logiquement, je me trompais.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
qui accablent mon coeur divisé!
Je multiplie en vain les prières,
sans rien soustraire ou ajouter...

Dans un ruban de Moebius
c'est la même face des deux cotés.
Et, en furetant un peu plus,
on trouve même un Poincaré.

J'apprends la joie et la misère
d'un infini de nullités.
Je ne sais plus ce que j'intègre,
à la dérive pour dériver.

Et je me perds dans les fonctions
sur des espaces insensés,
qui tuent, à coups d'abstraction,
tous mes efforts pour raisonner.

Peut-être tout ce qui éxiste
est juste une probabilité.
Dans l'Univers combinatoire
je suis une possibilité.

Ô mathématiques sévères
ou j'éspérais trouver les lois
placées à l'aube des mystères
par le décret du Roi des Rois.

Dans le vertige des données,
je viens ici crouler par terre,
comptant les morts et les blessés,
les sanglants chiffres de la guerre.

Je sens la plume de Galois
écorchant les feuilles de papier
pour démontrer encore une fois
le desespoir des condamnés.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
où j'ésperais trouver la paix,
loin des passions et des misères...
Logiquement, je me trompais.

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O severe mathematics,
where I hoped to find peace,
far from passions and miseries...
Logically, I was wrong.

O severe mathematics,
which overwhelm my divided heart!
I multiply my prayers in vain,
without subtracting or adding anything...

In a Moebius strip
it's the same side on both sides.
And, looking around a little more,
we even find a Poincaré. (i.e. a square point)

I learn the joy and misery
of an infinity of nullities.
I no longer know what I am integrating,
drifting in derivation.

And I get lost in the functions
on insane spaces
that kill, with strikes of abstraction,
all my efforts to reason.

Maybe everything that exists
is just a probability.
In the combinatorial Universe
I'm just a possibility.

O severe mathematics
where I hoped to find the laws
placed at the dawn of mysteries
by the decree of the King of Kings.

In the dizziness of data,
I come here to collapse on the ground,
counting the dead and wounded,
the bloody numbers of the war.

I feel the pen of Galois
peeling the sheets of paper
to demonstrate once again
the despair of the condemned.

O severe mathematics,
where I hoped to find peace,
far from passions and miseries...
Logically, I was wrong.

Ô Mathématiques Sévères! (based on L'Envol from Gérald Olivieri)

all instruments by me, real guitar & sax, brass via breath controller !
... I always find titles for pieces like this very arbitrary. Each image creates a different context - here I was inspired by "Ices" for the title :-) ... and if you look at it carefully, you can walk into it :-D
photo: Library of Congress on unsplash

Frozen moments

｢あなたは何もわかってない ~ WEDNESDAY NOON CRAMPS」

Concept music for a graphic novel.

Music written, produced, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Special thanks to my funky disco heroes: Larry Dunn, Maurice White, Phillip Bailey, Verdine White, Ralph Johnson, Al McKay, Johnny Graham, Fred White, Andrew P. Woolfolk, George Bohanon, Oscar Brashear, Ernie Watts, Dennis Byron, Maurice Gibb, Robin Gibb, Barry Gibb, Alan Kendall, Blue Weaver, Joe Lala, Derrick McIntyre, and Nile Rodgers, which their music served as reference for this work (and also was my jam back in high school).

Cover art: "El Jaleo"(1882) by John Singer Sargent. Edited by me.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA

ＹＯＵ･ＨＡＶＥ･ＮＯ･ＩＤＥＡ

A power ballad about death and decay. Interpreting inevitable changes, loss and departure into John's skillful lyrics, the vocal melody conveys a deep sadness. I composed and played the song on piano and guitar both. It's hard to believe that a random collaboration paired John and me together. Later, Dirk joined as a vocalist and added plenty of drama. Thank you so much, it's always fun to collaborate with you!

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, guitar, background vocals, programming, production
Dirk Diamond: vocals
John Nicholson: lyrics

Where to find us: 
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/dirk_van_diamond
https://johnnicholson.bandcamp.com/

==== LYRICS ====

I'm like a tree that sheds its leaves 
The final stage is coming, 
devoid of any future 

I stay here rooted to this spot 
No need to move around no, 
an ever growing tumour 

I see it only in my dreams 
When I awake from silence 
I hear the wind is calling me 
Testing my self-reliance 

Oohh sings the wind 
Oohh sings the wind 
Oohh sings the wind 
Things will never be the same 
Things will never be the same 

Alone I’ve walked this dusty road 
Left no trace and no sorrow, 
got no idea to borrow 

I'm bound right to this dying land 
Carrion crows are calling, 
an ever circling shadow 

I hope one day to see the light 
Dappled through meadows and tall trees 
And singing like the rippling stream 
Carried on a silent breeze 

Oohh sings the wind (it sings your name) 
Oohh sings the wind (it sings your name) 
Oohh sings the wind (it sings your name) 
Things will never be the same 
Things will never be the same

The Wind

For Baddie

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