Deux créatrices d’émotions 😍👏👏👏👏

beau ! c'est peut-être juste moi mais j'ai l'impression d'un manque de volume et basses dans ta voix trop lointaine, elle gagnerai à être plus proche je trouve :-) bravo !

Vraiment superbe, très belle collaboration!

Toujours des musiques  excellentes...je les aime beaucoup 😊👏

La Gazelle

Track #12 of Fluff's third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. https://open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

Some people don't want to see or hear you. They change your story to validate their own narrative. They view the world through their fixed lens, and nothing anyone says or does, changes their mind. Don't waste your time trying.

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LYRICS:

Your truth is 
Fixed in your head
Despite of what I say
						
Your empathy						
Is telling me				
What to feel and who to be				
 		
Reduce my 
Reality
To suit your narrative 
You want company		 
So you’re dressing me
In your misery

I guess I’m made of glass
Cause 
You look right through me 
Staring back straight at yourself 
From the other side

My voice is whistling in the wind
It goes straight through you
You hear what you want to hear 
There’s nowhere to get through to you   

It’s easy to feign
Moral superiority
When you’ve been the one 
Treated with dignity

Condescending
Don’t patronise me please
I should’ve drawn a line
You’re right
There really is no point

I guess I’m made of glass
Cause
You look right through me 
Staring back straight at yourself 
From the other side

My voice is whistling in the wind
It goes straight through you
You hear what you want to hear 
There’s no way to get through to you

You see but you don’t take it in	
You hear but aren’t listening 
A thousand words 
Will pass you by
With no acknowledgement

But the one thing 
That gets your response
Is the one fact about yourself

So much time
Chewed up
Spat out 
Sucked dry

Sucked dry

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Down the Rabbit Hole

Whistling in the Wind

12 Whistling in the Wind

I started writing this piece on 'Boxing Day' 2023, which in the UK (and other parts of the world too) is the day after Christmas.  Hope you enjoy and thank you for listening.

Boxing Day

According to St. Bede, Ceolfrith set out from his monastery on 4 June 716, a thursday. Among the things he took with him was an enormous book, a gift he intended to deliver at his earthly destination. The giant book Ceolfrith took with him, now known as Codex Amiatinus, is the oldest surviving, complete Latin Bible in the world.  Ceolfrith took one of the three giant bibles written in the Wermouth monastery, where he was the abbot, as a gift for St Peter’s shrine in Rome. " ... and got on a horse, speeding away from the land of the Angles to the lands where, with a freer and purer spirit for contemplating angels, he might be delivered to Heaven".
On 12 August Ceolfrith "reached the lands of Gaul", where he was received with honour by King Chilperic himself. The party then travelled over land. Ceolfrith went part of the way on horseback and part of the way being carried on a litter, as he was becoming ill. He reached Langres around 9am on 25 September. He died there on 29 September 716.

Recorded in Milan, with Lorenzo Di Biasi (www.sartoria57studio.it/).

As the cover image, I chose the famous miniature that occupies the fifth sheet of the 'Codex Amiatinus', now preserved in the Laurentian Library in Florence.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2024).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, June 28.

Ceolfrith's hopeful journey to Heaven *

Poésie du rêve et de la sensualité sur la musique de Damga.
Texte et voix La Gazelle

Attache-Moi par Damga / La Gazelle

A cover of the band Los Bravo's 60's Classic "Black is Black" with a bit of a different take. I hope you enjoy it!

Black Is Black

Mollie's Mad - 7_24_24, 11.47 AM

Vers la lumière

Je m'élève  (HyLGZ22 / La Gazelle)

musique par HyLGZ22 
voix et texte La Gazelle 

C'est comme si je ne pouvais pas te connaître avant de m'être collée contre toi à l'arriere
Je pouvais pas savoir avant d'avoir crié de peur et de joie
D'avoir crié de jouir
Je pouvais pas te savoir avant de m'être assise à côté de toi aux Deux Magots
Tant que tu ne m'avais pas prise dans tes bras au réveil et préparé un cappuccino

Moi Je savais pas que tu levais tant la tête pour voir le monde
Que tu avais l'air à l'aise nu sur c balcon

J'ai découvert tout ça et aussi que t es un peu comme moi
Sur les p'tits déj et les repas
Et puis t'es dans ta tête parfois

Pas tant qu' t'avais pas serré ma cuisse mon mollet sur ta moto tant qu'on n'avait pas écrit à deux mains et laissé fuir ce stylo

Le vent sur mes seins il fait un temps magnifique comme tous les mots qu'on s'est dits.
Rien n'est de trop.

Peut être que je t'aimerai bientôt
C'est peut être déjà en train de se mettre en marche
Et un jour on se le dira
Il existera peut être 
Un jour on se répondra moi aussi je t'aime

Ça sortira pas de nulle part
C'est de trucs qui sont là depuis le début mais qu'on ne voit pas
Peut être que devant la tour Eiffel je t'aimais déjà

Je ne sais plus qui de toi ou de moi a dit c'était bien
sur ça aussi on est d'accord

Je sens ma peau plus douce que jamais
Tes caresses m'ont lissée et polie
J'aime cette satiété pas encore assouvie.


Derrière moi dans le tgv du retour un jeune homme dessine
Enfin plutôt il gomme ce qu'il a dessiné
Je l'ai longtemps entendu crayonner et maintenant je ressens dans mon siège les vibrations de sa main frénétique qui efface.

J'essaie de faire abstraction que ça ne me touche pas.
Je ne veux rien gommer. Tout garder.

Comme Si (HyLGZ22 -La Gazelle)

Words and music By Roger Whittlesey. Saxophone arrangement by Georg Boehme. Boehme plays soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone saxes. He also plays the bass clarinet. Noel Barrett plays the bass guitar. All other sounds by Whittlesey. © 2024.

Dear Reader, 

In Shakespeare's play "Hamlet," Ophelia drowns herself in what is a terrible and tragic scene late in the play. 

The idea for this song came when I recognized that the grief of loss, missed opportunities, and mistakes compound as we age, and they don't leave us. Instead, these emotions seem to haunt us—often surprising us when we least expect it. And so, these feelings are akin to the tragic drowning of Ophelia, except that they seem to happen again and again—hence the title of the song. 

Georg Boehme, a brilliant arranger, composer, and horns player from Cologne, Germany, joined me on this piece. I sent Georg the basic tracks and gave him no instructions. He knows what to do, and he always exceeds my expectations. His playing on this piece is amazing. As you get to know Georg's music, you will begin to see that he has a unique style, and it shines through in all that he plays. Thank you, Georg, for lending me your immense creative talents. 

Last week, I sent what I believed was the finished version of this song to Noel Barrett, an outstanding bass player from Cork City, Ireland. I knew he would dig the work that Georg did on the track. And he did. Without any prompting, he replaced the bass part that I laid down—and improved the tune tenfold in the process. Noel has rock-solid time and brings a melodic sensibility to everything he plays on the bass. It is a great pleasure and honor to have him guesting on this song. 

Finally, I thank you, my devoted listeners, for your comments and for your repeated returns to my channel. 

I have much more music to write. This is only the beginning of the journey. 

Highest Regards, 

Roger Whittlesey
July 9, 2024

Ophelia Drowns Again

Poésie et musique.


Extraits:

la pluie bat contre mon visage
Laissant mon souffle dire c'est comme ça quand j'ai mal
Mes oreilles restent sourdes et coupent court à tout
Un râle dans ma gorge prêt à rugir m'étouffe

Je me sens laide et sale de la boue qu'on m'a laissée
Ce qu'il y a de charmant en l'homme s'est évaporé
Coup d'épée à mon âme j'engrange les plaies
Patience comme toujours je me relèverai

Je suis faite d'une étoffe tissée bien trop vite
La nuit je tente de défaire le tissu maudit
Que nul ne puisse plus s'insinuer ainsi
Et plus je resserre les mailles 
moins la pluie me saisit

Un Temps (Kevin Chaulier / La Gazelle)

David D has been doing some legacy production for a close friend. David envisioned this head-to-toe tattooed woman as a feature in a traveling circus or carnival, but in her private life and dreams wanting to be a younger normal person, not an object of scorn or bewilderment. 

He asked me if I had any ideas about incorporating some of Clara's lovely voice. And since the song is a very fun idea and deviates from the norms through this crushing mix of genres, of course I wanted to do what I could.
Hope you get a surprising and pleasant listen. ;)

Rock theme; Elmer Stone is playing the heavy lead guitar with a Trio-pedal backup band
Acoustic guitar; David Dunham; https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
Other toppings, Clara, trackart & mix; Seagull; https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

Dream Of The Tatooed Lady - Elmer Stone, David D, Seagull

Poumon vert

El mundo.mp3

Track Four

In my world
If you fall
That means
You lose it all
You don’t get up
And say
Well I guess
There will be
A better day
Cause when you’re down
Face to face
With the ground
You’re going to get up
With mud on your face
And when you do
There’s a sense of disgrace
You’re no longer the same
And there’s
A stain on your name
Forever more
People remember
Yeah, they know the score
Your self image becomes poor
And you have to question
If you’ll ever rodeo any more
Cause they never look
At you the same
You lost at the game
And you tarnished your name
And you only have you
To blame
©2025 wr heustis

To Blame

fortress

Poétesse animée par le besoin d'articuler ses textes.

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Attache-Moi par Damga / La Gazelle

La Gazelle

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