Dark Techno and more

Written by Charlie Warner
Arranged by Pete and Paul
Pete-Acoustic 12 string and 6 string guitars-Vocal,backing vocal-Bass-Keyboards
Paul- Drums-backing vocals

Snakepatch                 Alternative

Dressed to Kill

Home ... ce n'est pas juste un lieu !..      It's not just a place  ! 
                                                                                                                   Composition et  Interprétation  Voix Piano  2015  ( Elena )                                                  
Arrangements et Production  2024 ( Pascal )
Thanks for listening with good headphones  🙂
Paroles ( Elena )  in English et traduction en Français 
Drowning out the lies
That I have seen
There's a single truth
I still believe in

Melting the darkness like starlight
Shining so bright in the night

If I ever go astray
I won't fear 'cause your love has paved the way
That leads home to myself

Clouds have turned to grey
The skies we painted blue
As the thunder rolls
I think of you

Melting the cold in your sweet embrace
There is no storm I can't face

If I ever go astray
I won't fear 'cause your love has paved the way
That leads home
And if the lights just go away
I won't fear 'cause your love will shine the way
That leads home to myself

En noyant les mensonges
Que j’au vus, 
Il y a une seule vérité 
En laquelle je crois toujours 

Qui fait fondre l’obscurité comme la lumière des étoiles 
Qui brille si fort dans la nuit .

Si jamais je m’égare
Je n’aurai pas peur car ton amour a ouvert la voie 
Qui mène à moi même .

Les nuages ont fait devenir gris
Le ciel que nous avons peint en bleu .
Alors que le tonnerre gronde 
Je pense à toi 

Qui fait fondre le froid dans ta douce étreinte.
Il n’y a pas de tempête à laquelle je ne puisse faire face.

Si jamais je m’égare 
Je n’aurai pas peur car ton amour a ouvert la voie 
Qui mène à moi même ,
Et si les lumières s’éteignent 
je n’aurai pas peur car ton amour éclairera la voie
Qui mène à moi même .

Home 🦋     ( Echosonica - Prod Pb )

Roofpop

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

'keep everything'

note: I recently found this old journal and this riff was played live on my phone upon my front porch during a rain storm this evening. This particular entry was from June 18, 2014.

I was stagnant at work this evening and ventured outside to catch some air and to stretch my legs. The air was thick and stuck to my skin, leaving a glassy resemblance, caught by mine eye, while vainly glimpsing at my reflection in the moonlit window of a fellow employee's sedan. With literally hours until my next deadline, I opted to put some kilometers behind me, and make my way, by foot, towards the local University. 
While venturing through the streets inhibited by, both, students, and families, I found myself drawn to a well kempt bungalow, lit dimly by lamplight, with the sound of classical piano fluttering imperfectly through the screened windows, out into the quiet, darkened street.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood, admiringly, for what seemed like several moments, staring dumbfoundedly at the house, only picturing, within my head, the scenes that may be taking place within.
Something about the modesty of practiced, yet, un-perfected art struck me as beautiful and elegant. Perhaps it is because it is something I, myself, can relate to in my endeavors, whether it be sport, music, painting, writing, or anything else I've indulged in within my life.
Nonetheless, something about this moment inspired something within me, and, as I pulled myself away from the scene and continued my evening walk, my inner dialogue began dancing frivolously in my brain. So often these thoughts want to be blurted out by voice, finger picked on guitar, or bled out of a pen, but my anxiety, and utter refusal to let loose my inner creativity, my personal experiences, my soul, has previously crushed my desire to even remotely achieve some sort of self-satisfaction. 
Although words have been written, melodies have been played, and songs have been sung, from now on, there will be no filter. Journals will be kept, rather than torn out and thrown away, edited or deleted. Keep Everything. Every thought. Though, initially, they seem irrelevant, irrational, erratic...anything...they still are the soil from which an idea may grow from, flourish, even. So, even now as I carry on aimlessly, rambling, carrying on...I must say thank you to the pianist for airing my embers with their beautifully imperfect notes.

keep everything

Heartfelt dark ambient

Vocals by Astrid Solvrid

I Used To Float

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
A HAS BEEN NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
SHUFFLING WIND NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

ONCE A KING TWICE A CLOWN
I'VE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

WHISPERING TO THE WIND 
LOVELY SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS
SOMETIMES LOVE IS A SOLITARY THING

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND





I'VE BEEN UP (Lyrics)

Zhoca:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass Vocals

It' s time now    to worry    'bout all those    sad children
like we were,    two brothers    deported    abroad.

Just sent away
to enjoy your heyday.

INTRO

We should talk    about it,    there' s no time    to keep quiet.
The wound must    be cared for,    it' s your turn,    come on now.

Give up your life lie,    I have no more tears to cry.
Nothing I haven' t tried    but all you did was hide.

Oh, why don' t you love me?
Mhm, why don' t you care?
+ instr.


Don' t tell me    that' s your way    to show your    strange love,
it' s hurting,    just hurting    and I know you' ll    never change

You' re too weak to say the words    "sorry for all that hurt,
I' ve caused deep scars in your heart,    ignored how precious you are".

Sad Children  ft. ZHOCA

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Hey, friend, sit close, let dark fade
Drop your burdens, let night slip away

Cold creeps near, with whispers of pain
We’ll stand firm, through heavy rain

Road’s cut deep, dreams worn thin
Each mark a story of where we’ve been

Hey, friend, we’ve outrun the load
Steps echo loud, on this road

Sit Close

A 2025 anthem blending psytrance, dubstep, and darkwave with a cyberpunk edge. "I Shred the Dark" pulses with massive kicks, wobbling bass, and Vangelis-inspired arpeggios. Glitchy vocal chops and granular synths meet poetic darkness dressed in Zemandan's defiant wit. Pure dark sexy dancefloor dominance. Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:

Discovery’s our fight, it’s why we’re free,
Truth’s the spark, for you and me.

Seek the light through ash and scorn.

No pawn of fate, I slash the shroud,
Truth’s wine for drunks, I burn their doubt.

Discovery’s our war, in truth’s wild blaze,
Seize life’s thorns, their untamed craze.

Seize life’s thorn, its venom, its spark.

No pawn of fate, I shred the dark,
Truth’s blaze burns, I’m forever heard.

I Shred The Dark

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Lyrics:

So here we rot where shadows thrash
 The same milk, just dooms cold clash

Twisted kin, outlawed sin,Listen here,
 Retrobenegual with fossil fiend Leonard’s grin.
Jean Claude van Death

Dins to the Dale
 Zombie rain as it echoes throught the Dins to the Dale
Snatched for milk, that Fent curdles custard’s hue 
 Lance!!!  Lance? What the fuck did I just hear? Lance?

 Never hard for a retard

Who’d dare preach to wake the gnome?
 Never hard for a retard

Loch Ness freak migrates through haze
 Autist’s leer twists fate’s mad days
Mad days

Dins to the Dale reign roars in the fray
Snatched for milk, Fent curdles custard’s play
We might be retards, but noone told

I hear its Hot to Rot, the shadows sing
Dins to the Dale - Crown our strange spree
Lego - What the fuck did I just hear
What the fuck did I just hear
Dins to the Dale - Crown our strange spree
Lego - What the fuck did I just hear
What the fuck did I just hear
Lance!

A repo preach to wake the unknown
 Never hard for a retard
Loch Ness freak migrates through haze
 Autist’s leer twists fate’s mad days

Snatched for milk, that Fent curdles custard’s hue and
 Dins to the Dale 
Rain rise in the fray

Snatched for milk,  Fent curdles custard’s play 
 We might be retards but noone told

Dins to the Dale - A crown of strange spree
 Lego chaos twists, Dilutes the decree

Dins to the Dale - Damn it to the Dim
 A cryptic lol, Dali to the Dins
Setup deep wake midday haull

Never Hard For A Retard

Anyone who can tell what the song title reference to?

F'd Like Taylor Rain

Two Four Niner

The Bass Light Dads is a high-energy journey through lucid festival nights — where pounding 35Hz sub-bass and hypnotic Goa arps twist through neon light and glitchy soundscapes. ZEMANDAN fuses progressive house, psytrance details, and massive drops into a dancefloor weapon built to move both body and soul.

From subtle acid twists to epic laser-swept breakdowns, this track is for those who understand bass as its own language.

The Bass Light Dads

Damaged

Rebuilt My Spine

Ich hab’ zu lang nur zugeseh’n,
wie andre ihre Flügel spannen.
Hab meine Träume lautlos gestellt,
aus Angst, sie sind zu laut für die Welt.

Hab mich verlaufen in Routine,
im gleichen Blick, im alten Spiel.
Doch da in mir – ein leises Zeichen,
das endlich wachsen will.

Ich spür den Wind, der mich bewegt,
der mir zeigt, dass da was geht.

Ich bin bereit für mehr,
bereit, die Mauern zu spreng’n.
Bereit, das Alte zu vergessen,
und neu anzufang’n.
Ich bin bereit,
bereit für mehr!

Ich hab gelernt, nicht stillzustehen,
wenn alles um mich zusammenfällt.
Aus Fehlern lernt man – Stück für Stück,
und manchmal braucht’s den falschen Blick.

Ich hab zu viel gewartet,
auf den perfekten Moment.
Das Leben ist kein Paradies,
es ist das, was wir wirklich sehen. 

Ich bin bereit für mehr,
bereit, die Mauern zu spreng’n.
Bereit, das Alte zu vergessen
und neu anzufang’n.
Ich bin bereit,
bereit für mehr!

Bist du be-be-bereit?
Be-be-bereit für mehr?

Ich hab mich oft gefragt,
wer ich wär, wenn ich nicht zögern würde.
Jetzt weiß ich: jeder Schritt,
macht mich ein Stückchen größer.

Be-be-bereit...
Bereit das Alte zu vergessen
und neu anzufangen.
Ich bin bereit, die Mauern zu spreng’n.
Bereit, das Alte zu vergesssen.
und neu anzufang’n. 
Ich bin bereit, 
bereit für mehr!
 
Be-Be-Bereit.... Be-Be-Bereit..... Für mehr!

Bereit für mehr

(I'm Not) Broken

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I Used To Float

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