Your blue jeans

“Poison” is neither tragedy nor romance—it’s life unfolding between hello and goodbye. A light, charming track with soft guitars and smooth vocals, it reminds us that even the sweetest love carries its dose of danger. And we always end up taking another sip.

Poison

I don't want to live the same day over and over. I feel trapped in the human form. I want to experience everything life has to offer. Patreon for the full story.

I want it all

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J'ai senti des funérailles dans mon cerveau,
Et les personnes en deuil, çà et là,
Ont continué à marcher, à marcher, jusqu'à ce qu'il me semble
Que le Sens perçait.

Et quand ils furent tous assis,
Un office, tel un tambour,
On a continué à battre, à battre, jusqu'à ce que je croie
Mon esprit s'engourdissait.

Et puis je les ai entendus soulever une boîte
Et grincer sur mon âme
Avec ces mêmes bottes de plomb, à nouveau.
Alors l'Espace a commencé à sonner,

Comme tous les Cieux n'étaient qu'une cloche,
Et l'Être, qu'une oreille,
Et moi, et le Silence, une race étrange,
Détruits, solitaires, ici.

Et puis une planche de la Raison s'est brisée,
Et je suis tombé, encore et encore.
Et j'ai heurté un monde, à chaque chute,
Et j'ai fini de savoir.
alors.

Une mort dans ma tête (Emily Dickinson) - Jef Bourgeau

All over again (Instrumental)

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

Can we talk all night long?

Life and its inevitable twists and turns is, quite literally, a mystery for most of us. We try our best to manage the mystery to our advantage and with varying degrees of success. This song explores some of the challenges and ends with sage advice: Live Your Mystery Well. Worth thinking about...just sayin'

Live Your Mystery Well

Don't worry about anything

Thousands of listeners really like this tune, classic easy listening dream pop

The Sound of Night

Verse 1]
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t chase,
it doesn’t ask to take its place.
It stands in stillness, soft and kind —
a quiet love, not far behind.

[Verse 2]
It’s not the spark that burns and fades,
but steady flame that gently stays.
Not rushing in, not drawing lines —
just holding on through passing time.

[Chorus]
🕯️ Love that waits — just outside the door,
doesn’t push, doesn’t ask for more.
It stays through silence, loss, and doubt —
and when you’re ready, you’ll find it there… still.

[ bridge]

[Instrumental interlude]
( warm ambient background, echo gitar)

[Verse 3]
It heard your tears, it knows your fear,
but never walked away from here.
It waits with grace, not with demand —
[ bridge]
a lantern glowing in your hand.

[Chorus – with harmony]
🕯️ Love that waits — just outside the door,
doesn’t push, doesn’t ask for more.
It stays through silence, loss, and doubt —
and when you’re ready, you’ll find it there… still.

[Outro – whispered]
It never left.
It only waited.

All over again (Instrumental)

R.E.E.F