فرهاد - خاطره ای از بوی عیدی او     -    In memory of him

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Dans mes rêves inutiles tu ne reviendras pas
Sous mes paupières fragiles coulent des larmes de froid
En vain toutes mes excuses, mes remords si profonds
Tout ce que tu refuses puisque tu me dis non

Dans mes rêves inutiles je chasse toutes les raisons
Mes erreurs malhabiles au couperet sans pardon
Exprimant mes regrets la force de mon poing
Ne servira jamais si tu ne tends la main

Dans mes rêves inutiles repasse le language
De ces moments fragiles qui ont fait nos orages
De mes sous-entendus aux menaces cruelles
Reste l’amour perdu au coin d’une ruelle

Dans mes rêves inutiles je n’ose pas trop y croire
Que des mots imbéciles ont finis notre histoire
Dans nos querelles sans fin les jours d’épais brouillard
Gardaient des lendemains qui redonnaient l’espoir

Dans mes rêves inutiles il me coule de source
Une ivresse indocile d’un baiser de ta bouche
Mais ta mémoire sauvage d’un passé sans lendemain
A fermer toutes les pages de notre court destin

Mais ta mémoire sauvage d’un passé sans lendemain
A fermer toutes les pages de notre court destin

IN MY DREAMS UNUSED

In my useless dreams you will not come back
Under my fragile eyelids flow tears of cold
In vain all my excuses, my remorse so deep
All you refuse because you tell me no

In my useless dreams I chase all the reasons
My clumsy mistakes with the cleaver without forgiveness
Expressing my regret the strength of my fist
Will never serve if you do not reach out

In my useless dreams the language returns
From those fragile moments that made our storms
From my innuendo to cruel threats
Rest lost love at the corner of an alley

In my useless dreams I do not dare to believe it too much
That foolish words have finished our story
In our endless quarrels the days of thick fog
Keeping tomorrow that gave back hope

In my useless dreams it flows to me
An indecent drunkenness of a kiss from your mouth
But your savage memory of a past without a future
To close all the pages of our short destiny

But your savage memory of a past without a future
To close all the pages of our short destiny

DANS MES RÊVES INUTILES (Création Alain GUERIN) - Chant: ZOZIO

A breeze gently caressed my cheeks last night. I was a bit surprised that I still had room in my heart for enjoying changing season.
Although COVID-19 crisis in our country seems to get  out of its peak with minimal numbers of death toll, it left many scars in our lives. Damages came so fast but recovery will take  long time.
At least it's happy for us to be able to make music and share it.

The Last Shred Of Breeze

That Old Bridge

We  hope you are having a great Summer!  A lonely old man trying to deal with overwhelming loss.  A pretty sad song.😏
Hope you like it!

Lyrics;
The old bridge spans the gully
And still it's standing strong
But no one's been across it
In oh so very long

And this old house I'm living in
Is much more than a home
It shares the sweetest memories
My world's ever known

I see the mountains
On a moonlit night
Where ghosts of the past
Will take their flight

The stars shine in the heavens
As if to to let me know
That I'm not alone
In this old house below

And I know you are watching
From out there up high
You shine with stars
As I look to the sky

Sometimes it seems hard
To get up every day
I miss you in the morning
And the funny things you'd say

When the wind's blowing gently
I hear your name
Close my eyes and see your face
And so briefly feel no pain

Looking out the window
II'll watch the world go by
The seasons come and go
Tears still fill my eyes

And the old bridge spans the gully
And still it's standing strong
But no one's been across it
In oh so very long

That Old Bridge

Who among us has not wished for that third road – distant alike from the sordidness of the one and the almost inhuman self-denial of the other? And for elves, leprechauns, the “fey folk,” and those rare humans they’ve adopted as their own, it seems to work. But for the rest of us – a wash. But we are artists, and can’t stop trying to find it, or at least picture what it might be like! The words here are from the Old Ballad, “Thomas the Rhymer,” hopefully my Scots is at least passable. But if you want to see my magic-mushroom video version, go here. https://youtu.be/wmdvF0IHL3Q and for the lyrics see below.

O see ye not yon narrow road,
So sore beset wi’ thorns and briers?
That is the Path of Righteousness, 
Tough after it but few enquires.

And see ye not yon braid braid road
That lies across the lily leven?
That is the Path of Wickedness,
Though some call it the road to Heaven.

And see ye not yon narrow road
That winds about the ferny brae?
That is the road to fair Elfland,
Where thou and I this night maun gae.

The Road to Elfland

Rock Steady/ Slurry

Mastered by @smarkiebeats

There are a lot of questions in our lives about our world. Most remain unanswered, all time.
Ask! Think! Meditate! Learn! Evolve!

Questions

2020-11-25

autumn In The City

Electric Eel

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Dear Tom

Apologies to my French speaking SC friends, that's how we say your word here, and of course my little pun wouldn't work. But feel free to mispronounce any English word you like. I won't mind :)

Once the list was long
Mapping out my business
Now I sit here in my pants
Feeling more than listless

I used to have direction
My own personal sat nav
Now I sit here by the radiator
Having days like cats have

Ennui, Ennui, On we drift through our days

I used to be a doer
Doing it until it was done
Now there's nothing more than nothing
So nothing is the total sum

Once I knew waht the day was
I miss that Friday feeling
Now I wake up at midday
For more staring at the ceiling

Might watch a bit of TV
Yeah I'll put it on my list
Or look in all the dirty corners
Try and find what I've missed

Might look at the old collection
Do some alphabetising
Just got to get out of this bed
Is it time yet for rising?

Ennui

Each song here, comes from an individual experience.
Creative collab with the Soul. 💖
I'm trying to break through the main reality with unique-spiritual-mystic moods. Sometimes it succeeds. No limits, no borders!
 
🕉 Love & Light to Everyone... Namaste. 🕉

Questions

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