Really good song, like the vocals and the groove!

Another great song. You're very talented and I enjoy your music.

Very good and pleasantly easy going vibes with good performance, mix and production.

sounding awesome.. check profile description for organic growth

Great sound! Love the vocal! Instrumental backing is really good!

https://open.spotify.com/track/7pmdEZiswZaD1T45obonMo?si=BaXgAKTYR-a4wm48N5hMMw&utm_source=copy-link

Available on all digital platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, Deezer, Tidal, among others.

Música por Wladimir Martínez.

Nocturno N°1 Opacidad

Music - Mateusz Kowara & Sreyashi Mukherjee
Instruments - Mateusz Kowara
Backing Vocals - Sreyashi Mukherjee
Mixing and Mastering by Hugiz Records - www.hugizrecords.com/

(C) 2019
Album - Ellipsis

Ellipsis

Air (by The Wingbeats)

Wished upon a shooting star
Ten years ago
Now I find you knocking at my door

Where do we go
From here and now
There's a fork in our road
Will tomorrow bring answers somehow

Where do we go from here

In a different world
Free and unentangled
Our lives would loop back together
To the future we'd been dreaming of

Twenty years on from now
Would we regret
Leaving shadows for those that we cared

Where is the light
Is there a fight
How do we choose our battles when the lines get blurred
Now or ever
There'll never be a winner

Wished upon a shooting star
Ten years ago
Now I find it's time to let you go


Single (C) 2023
Music - Chris Matthews and Sreyashi Mukherjee
Lyrics and Vocals - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)
Instruments, Arrangement and Mixing - Chris Matthews

Hoy Te Canto, Papá (ver texto)

A solid rock song...sometimes is better to leave the town.

Call of the Wild

CALL OF THE WILD

Before The Sun Awakes By Edge Of The Void

Before The Sun Awakes

Translation above 

Texte de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Barbe à papa

Sur des chemins de cathédrales où les hommes s’égarent, je ne distingue plus que quelques corps…    livides.
Ma main est toute moite.
L’horloge a dû sonner…
Le coq ne chante plus. On lui a coupé les ailes pour qu’il ne puisse en rien gêner le voisinage.

Le canon a tonné du haut des citadelles, là où le son des cris se hume au creux des vagues.

Je serpente des tombes à deux doigts du massacre.
Ils ont bu du vin chaud venu de l’au-delà, et j’écrasais des dogmes de mes pieds de salaud.

NE SIGNEZ PAS ! JAMAIS SUR DES LIVRES DE MESSES !

Déconnectez les portes de ces maisons faciles où l’on vous donne à boire des relents de sagesse.
La sagesse ? Eh ! mon cul ! Ça se boit à minuit avec des camarades et quelques chats complices, muets comme des carpes, roulés dans leur pelisse.
Un vrai cadeau de Dieu ? Si Dieu il y a… sans voile et sans barbe à papa…

Enfin, je mets les voiles avec vous, mes seigneurs. Je débarquerai là, sous des portes cochères pour y nourrir le Diable de quelques salaisons à crever de plaisir, et de chaînes rouillées.
Vous, qui souffrez tout seuls. Non de non, camarades !

Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Dessin de Émile Boussu (1914), mofifié

Text by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Cotton candy

On cathedral roads where men go astray, I can only make out a few bodies... livid.
My hand is all sweaty.
The clock must have struck...
The rooster has stopped crowing. His wings have been clipped so he can't disturb the neighbors.

The cannon has thundered from the top of the citadels, where the sound of cries can be heard in the hollow of the waves.

I snake from the graves to the slaughter.
They drank mulled wine from beyond, and I crushed dogmas with my bastard feet.

DO NOT SIGN! NEVER ON MASS BOOKS!

Unlock the doors of those easy houses where you're fed the whiff of wisdom.
Wisdom? Eh! my ass! It's drunk at midnight with comrades and a few accomplice cats, mute as carp, rolled up in their fur.
A true gift from God? If there is a God... with no veil and no cotton candy...

At last, I set sail with you, my lords. I'll disembark there, under the porte cochere, to feed the Devil a few salted meats to burst with pleasure, and rusty chains.
You, who suffer alone. No, no, comrades!

Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 27/12/2023
Drawing by Émile Boussu (1914), modified

Barbe à papa (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

The Vine

A shaman's description of the Underworld.

I'm very grateful to Andreas Pirner for his inspirational and magical music. You can find him here:  @api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

Music composition by APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ, January 2024  (Andreas Pirner) 
https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Cover art: Microcosmic Universe by youvebeenowned on Deviant Art 

Lyrics:

I once used to hear that the Underworld 
Was a flaming Hell down below the Earth,
Where sinners were roasted on spits,
And where Satan held court as Lucifer 
Over boiling, putrifying pits.
We were frightened when young by this grim tale.
But it isn’t at all like that. I assure you, I know...
Lucifer is the light bringer, the morning star 
The Underworld is a place where all life grows
And it isn’t even very far...

This dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

It is Dreamtime to the aborigines,
A night black land of fertile potential,
Where star seeds of new possibilities
Sprout in the dark from the quintessential
Before birthing into form. 
It’s where Coleridge found Kubla Khan’s 
Stately pleasure dome was decreed. 
And where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Straight down to a sunless sea,
Through caverns measureless to man...

In this dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

It is here that the enlightened artist goes
To these dark, echoing caverns,
To mine, like the dwarves of Erebor,
Boons already dreamt into being,
Buried in a golden seam of ore. 
They ferry their treasures along the Alph, 
And then finally out into this bright world of day,
Their cargo unloads itself by crystal telegraph
If they’ve been careful not to spill a single
Drop along the way...

From this dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

They smelt the ore with the heat of their passion 
Into masterpieces of paintings, poetry and song,
They are humbled with gratitude as they fashion
These healing gifts from another realm,
A place that can cause no wrong. 

So this is the real Underworld, I hope you can see 
The source of all great art born from natural alchemy. 

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

Underworld

Demos 2024

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Lyrics~ 




Your wealth is all they wish to chew 

You're making up the child abuse 


You're dressing up the severed wound 

You're fessing up the bed of truth 


Your kind is often sold a lie 

Dont mind appealing to the eye 


You're welding solved mysteries

You're held in solemn industries 


Who could induce such a spell

Who where and when go to hell 


A weary eye inflicts the pay 

At least you tried, so they say the same

pain
pain


A blind man leads you to a gate 

Unnasigned, he feeds you all the bait 


Informal fickle dumb indeed 

You're torn between the empty seed


In armstice 

But no one sees you


Stole a promise 

Forgot how leaving feels 


To live life 

And die dead 

To rid a wife 

Of what she did


All that will follow agitates you 

Dont try to swallow he who hates you


Keep the hollow rumour there

Weep for the sorrow groomsmen bare

Shadows at the silver gate

Singer/Songwriter/Drummer in Dallas, TX. University of Miami School of Music.

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