Dude this song is fucking amazing. Good work brother

Douceurs & Nuages

obsessed.mp3

Once again, thought someone cared for me, but lied! Broke heart, broke promises, deception! Evil intentions suck!!

Too Late

"Soul on Fire" captures the essence of survival, redemption, and artistic resurrection.

Cigarettes and Regret

Before sunrise I dreamed of you
When fog turned into morning dew
A longing from deep within 
Woke my heart to this morning mood

The dream faded, yet still I feel
A rush of warmth through flesh of steel
Eager heart beat now pursued
the rush of this morning mood

Morning mood, feels so good,
Flow through my veins, a beat of wood.
Call it primal, call it crude,
Passion wakes in morning mood.

Morning mood, a burning fire
Rooted deep in secret desire
Nature called, I understood—
Hard to resist my morning mood.

The world is hushed, the day still young,
A silent song kept quiet, unsung.
No breakfast feast could be as good
As tasting a lovers morning mood.

Morning mood, tall and near
Rise with sun, so bold and clear
Fleeting dreams of fire and wood
Warm the tent of morning mood.

Dreams may fade with morning light
But passion stays, burning bright
You are the one that's on my mind
Even though you’re out of sight

Morning mood, nature’s art,
Sculpting flesh, from a pumping heart.
Call it primal, call it crude,
Passion wakes in morning mood.
           

Morning Mood

MY MELANCHOLY drips richly into my soul

Toniey Girl does it again,
Making another comeback with her latest new single that she also wrote and produced…
“Too Old for the Game” rides a smooth, soulful groove — part Diamond in the Back cool, part Mission: Impossible swagger. With jazzy chords, laid-back funk, and raw, grown-folks honesty, the track calls out the chaos of modern dating and the exhaustion that comes with it. It’s not bitter — it’s wise. For anyone who’s tired of the chase and ready for something real.

This one’s for anyone who knows what it’s like to be out there in this complicated dating world.

Too old for the game .mp3

Midnight Confessions

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Breathe Again

Some summers don’t end — they just turn cold and live rent-free in your chest.

Cold Blooded Summer

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

Morning Mood

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