Name: Finistère - Version orchestrale by Alain de Maximy
Duration: 6 min 4 s
Description: Mon Finistère. À Marie-Françoise, Catherine et Isabelle

Sur un texte de Michel Benoit
musique, arrangement, instrumentation ,interprétation et enregistrement  par Alban Jacques Bouquette au Studio d'Azy

A Decize,    
Y’a des filles qui sourient,    
Quand on chante des chansons,     
Et les toits des maisons
Qui jouent d’l’accordéon,           
A Decize,

 Sur L’Aron,     
C’est la fête aux copains    
La guinguette est ouverte          
Et au son des flons flons
Les pêcheurs font la quête             
Aux Poissons,

Y’a tes yeux,  
Qui me disent je t’aime        
Et ne me quittent pas,            
Mais Decize c’est une ile,
Qu’on franchit pas à pas,        
Par les ponts,
 
Y’a La Loire,    
Qui s’écoule lentement        
Au rythme des chansons,     
Sous les yeux des amants
Qui se fiche des saisons,        
A Decize
 
Y’a le canal,          
Quand l’printemps refleurit             
Les écluses s’envolent,          
Pour Avril ou Fleury
En une farandole             
Sous les halles,
 
Au rocher,      
Y’a Saint-Just            
Qui nous parle,   
Et qui nous tend les bras
Qui nous montre Paris,     
Et nous dit ça ira       
ça Ira ,
 
C’est l’été,    
Sur un air de Monnot,            
Genevoix fait des claquettes,          
Et au fil de l’eau     
L’piano joue à tue-tête        
Au café  
  
Y’a tes yeux,       
Qui me disent vient voir,           
La Loire est un miroir,           
Qui nous parle le soir
Et nous conte son histoire,          
A Decize,
la la la …
Y’a des jours,        
Venus de St Leger,           
De Champvert ou d’Verneuil,         
On vient pour partager
Le bonheur sur le seuil            
De Decize.
Y’a tes yeux,       
Qui me disent vient voir,           
La Loire est un miroir,           
Qui nous parle le soir
Et nous conte son histoire,          
A Decize,

Y’a La Loire,     
Qui s’écoule lentement        
Au rythme des chansons,     
Sous les yeux des amants,
Qui se fiche des saisons,                             
A Decize

A Decize

Glenn Miller released this tune in 1944. Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

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Name That Tune #410 by Glenn Miller

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Written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments: Daniel Lars

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I'm not really sure what genre this track is... i feel like I'm currently doing musical theatre, but I don't remember ever signing up to do so!

Anyway, the words here come from my experience of meditating on Mars at dawn on his day, Tuesday: 

Too many tears,
Deluge and flood, 
The Earth is mired
In marsh and mud
That only fire of Mars can dry.

Too much hot air
From profiteers
Fans the camp fires 
Of strife and war,
That Mars arrives to provide. 

Our men are gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game

And only the oligarchs gain. 


There was a time, before the Age of Iron,  
When Mars was not just the god of war.
But that was in a different aeon,
A time when the wise were aware
That when winter had done its work,
Only the cobalt gnomes of Mars 
Could awaken seeds from their sleep
In the frozen soils of Earth’s dark,
And fire them up to arise, their spring
Flowers like flames reaching for the Sun. 


But if we ask, Mars will be our guide, 
If we appeal to him, invite him in.
To fit our inner armour of steel,
To forge our iron shield and sword
And fill us with the fire of will,
So that we can defend our life’s road
Standing sovereign, proud and tall
No longer the weak victims of those 
That perpetuate forever wars. 
Or else it will be more of the same.

Our men will be gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game.

Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.

Lyrics copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Mars

Mon Finistère. À Marie-Françoise, Catherine et Isabelle

Finistère - Version orchestrale

Created by me using Biblical scripture, and according to the scriptures it is written and inspired by God.

Names of the Almighty by Paul Tomlinson version 1.mp3

The Preacher's Sermon
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
 ©COPYRIGHT 9-9-25 All Rights Reserved ©


(Verse 1)
Sunday morning light streams through the stained glass windows high
Old wooden pews are creaking as the faithful gather nigh
Bibles rustling, pages turning, whispered prayers fill the air
As we bow our heads in silence, knowing God is always there
The preacher takes his place behind that worn and weathered stand
With calloused heart and gentle voice, he speaks of God's great plan

(Chorus)
In the heart of the sermon, we find our way home
Through the valleys of doubt, we're never alone
His words cut like lightning, they heal like the rain
In the preacher's sermon, we're born again
We're born again

(Verse 2)
He speaks of grace and mercy for the lost and broken soul
Of second chances waiting for the hearts that aren't quite whole
He tells of David's courage and of Job's enduring faith
How love can conquer hatred and how hope can conquer hate
His voice grows strong and steady as he shares the Gospel truth
That salvation's free for all of us, from old age down to youth

(Chorus)
In the heart of the sermon, we find our way home
Through the valleys of doubt, we're never alone
His words cut like lightning, they heal like the rain
In the preacher's sermon, we're born again
We're born again

(Bridge)
Come Monday morning when the world gets hard to bear
When temptation calls my name and I'm struggling with despair
I remember what he told us 'bout the narrow path we walk
How faith can move the mountains and how prayer's our way to talk
To the One who knows our struggles, who sees our every tear
Who whispers in the darkness, "Child, I'm always here"

(Final Chorus)
In the heart of the sermon, we find our way home
Through the valleys of doubt, we're never alone
His words cut like lightning, they heal like the rain
In the preacher's sermon, we're born again
We're born again

(Outro)
Sunday evening shadows fall across the empty pews
But the preacher's sermon lives on in the hearts of me and you
Guiding every step we take until we meet again
In the house of God almighty, where the sermon never ends
Where the sermon never ends



The Preacher's Sermon 9-9-25

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Music forever!
I've always loved music, more for playing it or, more precisely, inventing it (by which I mean writing it, composing it) than for listening to it. My inspirations range from ancient music to the most contemporary. I have no limits in my tastes, well not too many... As they say, there's good music and bad music, and only time can decide which is which... and often there are surprises.

Finistère - Version orchestrale

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