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Honolulu ("Over" version)

Honolulu

Inspired by a  recent hot air balloon journey, with a gentle and relaxing guitar solo over cascading arpeggios, Lullaby of Whispers takes you on a journey floating above a peaceful landscape of your imagination.

Lullaby of Whispers

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Their Wars, Your Blood

Extract from my EP "Plok-Plok : Rencontres en eaux troubles" that came out on all digital platforms since June 2nd 💧

Find me on instagram @aimewilde 

Hope you will enjoy it 💙

Recorded and mixed at home
Mixed by Dorian at Spector Studio
Mastered by Remy Lebbos at Rare Sound Studio

Photo: @Violetcorailunpeuderouge

La bête née (niveau 1 - 5ooom)

Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/track/4cDjzt9eyYMSJFaDy2n2yI
Lyrics :

Call it bad luck
Or call me a sad fuck
In a world of blood and guts
In this place forever stuck

Their bodies go by one by one
I'm just glad that they're all gone 
But shit, one is still alive
Gotta slit its throat with a knife

And watch the blood as it pours 
Like a flood onto the floor
Such a horror, yet such a bore
And I'm staring at the exit door (x3)

Cos I'm so sick of this

(Chorus)
Blood, shit and feathers
Doesn't get much better
Be here at six AM
And then stay for fucking ever

Blood, shit and feathers
That's my weekly weather
All over the floor, walls, ceiling
Cleaning takes forever

(Verse)
Time for a break
A coffee and a joint to take
Away the deathly taste
But there's still pieces on my face

I act like I'm okay with it
But inside I feel sick
I feel it crawl under my skin
Bottle's out when I can't bottle it in

I wanna get out of this place
Go home and wash my soul and face
Get the smell out of my nose
Forget the image of the blood as it flows (x3)

(Chorus)

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Feathers

Visit my video on YT under:  https://youtu.be/F49K1ciNKgc

I Never Made Promises

Next Stone.

Secret Heaven

pittsburgh slim and The Bawl Slant 
prod. by the Nunchuks 
from the new EP entitled Falling, available May 19, 2023 as limited CD pressing on Shore Dive Records
song mixed by Mars Kestrel
artwork by @tukkasotka on IG

Fake Me (ft. The Bawl Slant)

Get UP

҉A҉W҉

➫ Mon premier EP à Plok-Plok hors des eaux troubles sur toutes les eaux du streaming depuis le 02 juin 2023 https://ffm.to/plok-plok 
➬ My first EP "Plok-Plok : Rencontres en eaux troubles" is out now https://ffm.to/plok-plok on all streaming platforms. It talks about tinnitus and hyperacusis problems in almost amusing way 👾 Enjoy

➫ Teaser à l'eau dispo sur eautube bit.ly/3GfZWEs
➬ Water trailer on YouTube (English subtitles available) bit.ly/3GfZWEs

🧪🧫🩺💧🦻🏻🪞⚪️🧞‍♂️👾📺

Here is the maritime-bereaved journey
that makes the skin cold and life shipwrecked
between waves and echoes of
hyperacusis pain.
This is the bitter story
of sounds of love that hurt
from the tormented waters of the lonely and drowned self.
Repetitive memories
deafness is coming
uncertain future
are the symptoms of diagnostic irreversibly his from Aimé Wilde without Her.

At the heart of its electronic laboratory,
drived by its analog machines
Aimé immerses us in the experimental universe
of his illogical evil.
His alternative and indie music
is also fantastical, conceptual and salty.
A failure to define it, he invented it to invite us into it.
Dancing on a wave that he calls himself
of "almost pop disenchanted"
his emotions move without gravity
towards this universality
from vacuum and water
by the stage of his video game.

His French words and his auto-tuned voice
its colorful clips to follow and decipher
reveals the features of a multiple being
with dual face.

The teaser of this first EP show us the lane
of an aquatic epic.

𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘  ↴

𝑰𝒄𝒊, 𝒄’𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆́-𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆
𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒖 𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆́𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒆
𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆́𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔
𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒍’𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒆.
𝑪’𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍’𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒆̀𝒓𝒆
𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅’𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕
𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒙 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆́𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒆́.
𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆̂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔
𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆́ 𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆́𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏
𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏
𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒚𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒐̂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄
𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆́𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒅’𝑨𝒊𝒎𝒆́ 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒆.

𝑨𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒆́𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆,
𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆́ 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔
𝑨𝒊𝒎𝒆́ 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒍’𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆́𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍
𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆.
𝑺𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆́
𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒆́𝒆.
𝑨 𝒅𝒆́𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒆́𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒍’𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆́𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓.
𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒒𝒖’𝒊𝒍 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒊-𝒎𝒆̂𝒎𝒆
𝒅𝒆 «𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑 𝒅𝒆́𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆́𝒆»
𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒆́𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆́
𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆́
𝒂𝒖 𝒅𝒆́𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒍'𝒆𝒂𝒖
𝒂̀ 𝒍'𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒋𝒆𝒖 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆́𝒐.

𝑺𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄̧𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒙 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒐-𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆́𝒆
𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆́𝒔 𝒂̀ 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒕 𝒂̀ 𝒅𝒆́𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓
𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒅’𝒖𝒏 𝒆̂𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆
𝒂𝒖 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆.

𝑳𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝑷 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒆
𝒅’𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆́𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒆́𝒆.

~ 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒆𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒆

La bête née (niveau 1 - 5ooom)

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