Very atmospheric opening and instrumentation and a very sweet sad melody. I need to check the translation but I certainly enjoyed  and I like the overall sound. The vocal seems a little too buried…. But perhaps that’s what you  intend. The moments if silence are very effective give. And the guitar and violin like synth solo iat the end is love,t. Good stuff.

Superbe écriture et magnifiques performances musicales du début à la fin, Karl !!

Das ist so tief gefühlvoll, emotional, mitreißend... Absolut toller Song, Karl.

so gefühlvoll und schön traurig, auch passend die Gitarrenriffs, gefühlsstarke Stimme,immer wieder Ausdruck internsiever Gedanken

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Dystopia (The Primary Phase Principle Remix) (2025) - A look into a dystopian future
A science fiction inspired electronica song that happened, when I played around with effects. This one has a very dark and dense atmosphere that may work in a movie, preferable a horror science fiction scenario. This instrumental track does not try to find hope or resolution, it's about waking up in a dark time and getting used to it.

Nadine de Macedo: composition
Eric St-Onge: arrangement, lyrics, synthesizer, programming, production
Picture: Thomas Mierkiewicz

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/primaryphaseprinciple

Dystopia

Dystopia (The Primary Phase Principle Remix)

Robert Grigg sent this base line with the sweet guitar licks to me. I just went with the flow.

Roberts Track

Threshold

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Remembered

Is not important

2 Jabs - Oziumpoet & Robert Grigg

Balancing tension and calm,  where weight and loft hold equal sway.

Equilibrium

The Wave

Just some fun vibes. Be careful it's addictive 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

So into you

The Number

Remember when those pesty captchas asked for reading obscured scribbles and retype their words? Well, I collected some of those words and gave them to a rap "lyricist". The resulting lyrics are fed into a rap "composer". The resulting sounds got polished, arranged and now presented by -ehem- me.

topsy rap

Obscured Within

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

I wrote these words after meditating on Jupiter at dawn, in which he showed me how J.M. Barrie's play about the fairy Tinkerbell sewing back on Peter Pan's shadow was actually a metaphor for a deeper teaching. 

Some of you may recognise the middle section. I hold my hands up...yes, it comes from Holst's Jupiter. But my excuse is that I've never heard a piece of music that so accurately reflects my own experience of the warm generosity and exuberance of this planetary logos.😇

Jupiter

Grief

BBAM, born within @KRTProduction (Brussels), is the vision of @FunkleAce : songwriter, composer, performer, and producer. Blending Reggae, Dub, Electro, and underground sounds, BBAM delivers immersive, powerful, and free-spirited music, where each track is a unique sonic journey.

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Mourir (Dying)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)

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