Original composition.... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

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High Treason

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@pierre-marie-jamart : voix
Jib' : flûte travestie et voix
J. : électro paysanne
Fondé en 2021 quelque part dans les campagnes encore sous domination française, nous proposons nos déclamations musicales en live (Ableton et flûte traversière travestie au chaos pad) pour les veillées du peuple qui vient.
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S A L L E S .
C O M M U N E S . !
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L E. F E U.
0. intro
https://on.soundcloud.com/6YUC4

1. au départ de tout ce qui arrive
https://on.soundcloud.com/sw5fb

2. vivre en humain
https://on.soundcloud.com/HHa83

3. il y a un feu !
https://on.soundcloud.com/Wj2hn

4. le cercle mouvant de nos assemblées
https://on.soundcloud.com/qt1vF

5. j'ai froid
https://on.soundcloud.com/xsQoN

6. la nomenclature de nos feux
https://on.soundcloud.com/9eRnY

7. nous rêvions
https://on.soundcloud.com/9rDw9

8. exor.D-T.e
https://on.soundcloud.com/Jyib9

Texte par @pierre-marie-jamart
Musique écrite et produite par l'Harmonie des Ronciers
Dirigé, enregistré, mixé et masterisé par Julien Trimoreau, @ Nototune studio
Photo par l'Harmonie des Ronciers
Sorti par l'Harmonie des Ronciers & U.D.W.[r]
Date de sortie: Juin 2022
Référence: UDWR002
Format: Téléchargement

L E. F E U.

Soutien/support

l'Harmonie des Ronciers - L E. F E U. Complet

A song about being too set in your ways

LYRICS:

We came up the long way
Despite all the foreplay
It took us a whole day and night to perform
You did it your own way
Well, that's what the books say
The script of your old play lays tattered and torn

You live a life of analogue
In digital form
An order from a catalogue
unwrapped and unworn

Dustproof, hermetically sealed
With magnetic appeal
Apoplectic, we feel all your rage
Locked up in storage
Bad mannered and boorish
Your habit's too moreish to start acting your age

You live a life of analogue
In digital form
An order from a catalogue
unwrapped and unworn

You live a life of analogue
In digital form
An order from a catalogue
unwrapped and unworn

Analogue

Cover of the month - getting closer to the winter season

Sorry (Cover)

Naissance is a calm, patient and joyful composition about conception, the birth of the new, the joys of spring, growth and development.

NAISSANCE

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

I was happy to write lyrics and perform the vocals on this song! I wrote the lyrics about a man who has lost the love of his life. He visits his loved one's grave site and soaks in his depression, wishing she was still here with him. 

Bret Sinclair- Music, Arrangement, Instrumentation, and Guitar Solo.
Brett Anthony- Lyrics and Vocals
Manuel David- Organ and String Arrangements, Mix and Master
Aabrar Mahmood- Cover Art

Without Her

Another track Ive written with a mysterious chase theme blending into something more hopeful and perhaps easy going... (like they thought they had escaped!!!).. . before going back into the unpleasant reality of being pursued!!!! 
Something like that anyway!!!!

Traveller

Listen on Spotify

Skin of Memories

Paukkuneuvos Kauppinen - Vocals, guitars
Klädiaattori - Guitars
Guutsamoukari - Guitars, backing vocals
Käihämöinen - Bass, backing vocals
Jurrikaani - Drums

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High Treason

A Proper Quantum