You’ve blended classic and modern influences so naturally!

nice old school production love the retro

Jamming rock song right here dude! I'm digging it

Yeah - got me straight away. Very new wave britpop! I like that wild middle 8!!  Good vocal too!

Really cool song, The guitars are awesome. Nice work!

Les guitares envoient, le chant est bien entouré. Les effets sont bien. Le mixage des voix et choeur n’est pas au point à mon avis, ce qui n’empêche pas le tite de fonctionner et c’est le principal !

Pale Ontology

A Guess

Peace Of Mind

Sheet Music

Mother, you were never supposed to leave your kids alone 
Childhood ended there
So sad we never talked about us, we were not empathy-prone
We should have had one more year

Mother, who am I gonna tell, that Clara passed her exam
Despite the many tears
She’s teaching toddlers to ski, did you believe that she would?
We should have had one more year

Waiting for a bright light
A sign for me from the galaxy
To tell me you’re all right
 
Four men walking down the stairs they’re carrying a pine box
Tell me you’ve made it
Tell me that you’re healthy out there, reunited with the old fox
Please, have me persuaded
 
Mother, you were often concerned that I was living too fast
You said I’d better amble
Everything I did was a risk and a gamble, now I fail though I won a lot of times and I ran but now I ramble
 
 A sign for me from the galaxy
Waiting for a bright light
A sign for me from the galaxy
To tell me you’re all right
Mother, everything’s all right

Cellar Aged Wines

A Sign From The Galaxy

LoNe WolF - "The Ranger [Ballroom Mix]"




Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF









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The Ranger

The Ranger [Ballroom Mix]

Power Corrupts

Back in the Arizona

A fusion of EDM rhythm with hard rock guitars creating a sound you've never heard before. Instrumental only.

The Sword of The Spirit


You're in the driveway
You were coming my way
On a Friday night
My little speed train
Could you refrain
From risking your life

But I feel you
When I'm not near you 
All the colors fade to light

But when you're here in my arms
Everything is true
When you're here, I tell my heart            
You can finally settle down, finally settle down

I know no other
That pulled me under
Quite the way you did
I feel I'm drowning
Though I'm counting
When I can pull you near

I want to feel you
When I'm near you
So the colors can burn more bright

But when you're here in my arms
Everything is true
When you're here, I tell my heart            
You can finally settle down, finally settle down

There is no reason for hiding anymore
No more mournful waves at my door
No sounds of your needing or me desperately pleading
Just our hearts as they go                                      
Bump bump buda bum
Bump bump buda bum                                  
Bump bump bump

But when you're here in my arms
Everything is true
When you're here, I tell my heart            
You can finally settle down, finally settle down
          
Finally settle down, finally settle down          
Finally settle down, finally settle down
Finally settle down, finally settle down now

Here

They told us the right song would come.
That the great idea would just... arrive.

It didn’t.

Every time they try to write something new,
it feels like finishing someone else’s thought.
Or quoting a quote they never read.

Or maybe they did.

They’re not blocked.
Not dry.

Just… surrounded.

Ideas are everywhere.
And every single one of them
already sounds like them.

Kate hums a melody.

“Nice,” Ava says.

Kate sighs.
“Oh, that? Paul Anka and David Bowie liked it too. Back in ’68.”

This is Test 10.

It’s not about ego.
It’s not about fame.

It’s the question every artist, scientist, and over-caffeinated soul eventually asks:

When do I get to write that song?

Song: When Do I Get to Write That Song?

They told me the words would just arrive
But I'm still searching for a line alive
I stitch together threads so thin
Hoping to craft what's never been

A melody loops, a thought returns
The candle flickers, the midnight burns
A mirror of a mirror-so avant-garde
But no one's clapping in the avant-garde!

Is it derivative, or self-aware?
Does the art reflect, or just despair?
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not someone else's shadowed trail
When do I get to leave my grail?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

Am I a genius? A cliché machine?
Caught between fresh and what's already seen
Every rhyme's been claimed before
I knock, I knock-an unopened door

It's like I'm Sparks pretending to be me
A ghost chasing ghosts in a parody spree
How deep can recursion go, I wonder
Before it tears itself asunder?

The echoes mock, the halls repeat
Every step's another feat
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Recursive lyrics, my head spins on
When do I get to write this song?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

If "My Way" is someone else's way
Can I ever say I've had my say?
If every note's already been sung
Am I chasing shadows all along?

When do I get to claim my place?
To feel the warmth of their embrace?
Will they remember? Will they care?
When do I get to take them there?

Test 10: Is This Still Your Voice? (When Do I Get to Write That Song?)

And The Dogs

Indie Rock music with sixties influences from London.

Power Corrupts

Wide Riviera

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