Une très belle collaboration. Félicitations à vous deux !

great voice… cool synths sounds👌🏻

Excellent interprétation, super flow. Très belle collab. Nice work 👍 👏

magnifique l'énergie du morceau avec le côté poésie mise en musique !! Bravo, le résultat est bluffant ! 👏✨😀

excellent,sounds & vocal..!!! 🌍 ☮︎ 👍

superbes paroles et musique j'adore, merci

La Gazelle

some of the skies of Ireland got a beautiful show of the Aurora Borealis last week ,

Aoibhneas Na Soilse Thuaidh (Northern LIghts Delight)

Aoibhneas Na Gealáin Thuaidh (Northern LIghts Delight)

Wake up as the sun rises and stroll the sandy shoreline.  Reunite with your spirit while exploring the vibrant coral reef.  There is a dinner party tonight worth looking forward to. Many friends will gather under the stars to dance or gaze at the sky by the bonfire.  Bring a blanket!

Cabo Clave

“It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.”
--Patrick Rothfuss

OneKind- Desist

This track has been signed by MK837 and will be released ion 22/11/2024

https://soundcloud.com/mk837

Subsonic Orbit

Beatport

Snappo

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)

Green over the Blue #GS2024

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)

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man Project
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

Sometimes words are thrown out just to hurt someone..
Sometimes you act without thinking it through..

Talking, walking, telling, whispering, acting, yelling
No matter what you do

Everything you do will have consequences
Everything you say can hit back on you
Karma is a bitch, so you better start thinking
And control what comes out of you..

So think before you speak, words can really hurt
Think before you act, your actions can too
Cause karma is a bitch, and all that comes out
Can turn around quickly and get back at you..

Talking, walking, telling, whispering, acting, yelling
No matter what you do

Everything you do will have consequences
Everything you say can hit back on you
Karma is a bitch, so you better start thinking
And control what comes out of you..

Everything you say will have consequences
Everything you say can hit back on you
Karma is a bitch, so you better start thinking
And control what comes out of you..

Karma Is A Bitch

Poumon vert

Original Tracks - https://youtu.be/Y3r3bGvar7A?si=KA6iGWbnB56SY8Fe https://youtube.com/shorts/SEk9_YRC1jQ?si=A0qGop9XtdygxzFj
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum & Bass & Guitar Programming

Upp Wear Wee Bee Long Remix

Not Gonna Fall For That

Triple C.Killer or Duke (AntiCommunist Cowboy Clown Killer) lies on the cold, unforgiving table, the harsh fluorescent lights above him feel too bright, piercing through the darkness of his past that he can’t escape. The straps dig into his wrists and ankles, a reminder of the control he once had over others, a power that now slips away like sand through his fingers. It is May 9, 1994, and he knows that time has ticked down to its final moments; the impending lethality of the injection looms larger than his regrets. Near him stands Father Tommy, but in the Duke's disturbed mind, he is more than a preacher. This is Tommy Zygote, the enigmatic founder of Thrashing Zombies. The Duke chuckles quietly, the irony of seeking solace from someone who might turn his story into a twisted anthem not lost on him. As the IV needle pierces his skin, the Duke feels an unsettling pang of vulnerability wash over him. Memories flood in: the faces of the boys, the laughter that filled his home, now mere echoes of a haunted past. Once a celebrated community figure, he now lies bare on this table with nothing but shame to adorn him. “Father,” he begins, words slurring with a mix of fear and catharsis. “I didn’t know I was lost until they started to disappear.” Each word scrapes against his soul. He recalls the terrible grip he had on life, snuffing out the lights of so many young men, intertwined with memories of a stunted childhood where the shadows of his father loomed large, twisted lessons learned through fear. Father Tommy listens, eyes piercing yet strangely understanding. The Duke’s mind drifts, racing through 1970s Chicago, the bustling streets, the secrets whispered behind closed doors, the nights when he donned clown makeup to entertain children. In stark contrast, he realizes his mind housed a jester’s facade that concealed a monster. Heat from the lethal cocktail intensifies as he begins to shake, heart pounding faster. “I wanted to be loved, Tommy,” he confesses, tears breaking through his bravado. “But all I found was this emptiness… this insatiable hunger that gnawed at me.” Each moment ticks by, the weight of time pressing upon him. The Duke remembers the thrill of a hunt, chilling highs that flickered like distant stars, only to fade into the bleak darkness he now inhabits. The taste of blood and betrayal intertwines in his mind, recollections morphing into nightmares swirling around him. “I don’t want to die, not like this,” he murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. “I wish I could take it all back. I wanted to be someone… anyone.” The IV fluid drips steadily, pulse thrumming louder against the silence surrounding him. “Your sins can’t be unmade, but you can find peace if you truly seek it,” Father Tommy responds, his voice laced with an odd blend of compassion and authority, something the Duke didn’t expect from the man he imagined was merely a conduit to the afterlife. Conflicted emotions swirl; how could peace exist when he has sown chaos? The seconds stretch as if mocking him, every tick resonating within the confines of his torment. As the final wave of the drug courses through him, the Duke’s resolve softens; he feels a strange acceptance settle in, the fabric of his existence unthreading, revealing the faces of his victims one last time. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, not just to Father Tommy, but to the universe, to the innocent lives extinguished by his hands. The world fades, colors dulling like a scene from one of those horror films he admired. “Forgive me,” he whispers, surrendering to the oblivion that beckons him, drowning out the remnants of his broken psyche as death embraces him like a lover he never knew. In those final moments, the tortured mind of the Duke falls silent, enveloped in darkness, leaving behind only echoes of questions reverberating through the void. Tommy leaned down and sung, "You anticommunist motherfucker, Elizabeth Proctor was innocent".

What`s for breakfast

Tripple C Killer

Triple C.Killer.

Since I was born
and every moment after
has been spent in a Way-side Quik-EE Mart
turns out I'm a member of a society
way too real in it's sobriety
like a tea-todler with a sweet tooth or a 
fan-boy playing up his youth
yea cause 
our air has been diluted
aim to cut us where we're rooted
got a bounty on a bunny
saying  'follow me'
O 
so I fell down the rabbit hole
and at the same time...I hold the line
cause there's a scandal at the exit
so no one leaves
and I believe we've been deceived
cause there's traffic in the skies
under the gaze of alien eyes
and just a roadside attraction
at the Way-side Quik-EE mart
yea
and I've heard it said that this isht's
all in my head...Imma master of
invention my brain pulling down a pension
clears away the broken promise of my heart
yea
I got a bounty on a bunny
saying  'follow me'

A Bounty On A Bunny

Poétesse animée par le besoin d'articuler ses textes.

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Je m'élève (HyLGZ22 / La Gazelle)

La Gazelle

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