End of the Road

Mix of Sound Club, Reason 4 and Cubase 10

Violet Velvet

Hi there, hope you enjoy my latest moody and dreamy creation - straight from a surreal dimension!

Credits:
➤ The author of the picture (and more of her works) can be found here: https://www.behance.net/thereseluna

Squeeze Through Time

"night blue" - programmed & performed by joerxworx :-)
photo: Bruxelles by night, Alexandre Debiève, unsplash

night blue

Lyrics are back up. Enjoy. I know I'm so glad, i'm so gla-e-a-e-a-e-ad

I'm Just So Glad You're Gone

being a nobody

VOLUME TWO
DARK SUPA SOUNDS

brought it back 5 years later.................
more grimer, more horror, more supa.
its spooky season.


CAMP BLOOD

WRITTEN/ARRANGED/MIXED AND PERFORMED By : DOMINIQUE SOTO aka DOMINIQUEFRENCH
INSTRUMENTAL PRODUCED BY: SHIN MATSUBARA aka DIDDYMOUSEDID

Holiday Today (12-4-16)Instrumental Produced by: Diddymousedid (from Tokyo, Japan)

Texte français et Google traduction

QUI SERAS-TU MON ENFANT ?

Je caresse ton ventre, comme on caresse la vie.
Déjà son attente me semble infinie.
Tu te marques d’une rondeur
Qui serait indécente,
Si tu n’étais une jolie fleur
Ou une bien belle plante.

Je caresse l’espoir, comme on caresse la nuit,
La vigueur d’un soir chassée de l’ennui.
Tu me donnes la fièvre
De celle qu’on supporte.
Quand ce sont des beaux rêves
Qui frappent à la porte.

Qui seras-tu mon enfant ?
Un coquelicot des champs
Où une rose des vents ?
Viens nous vite on t’attend.
On manque d’impatience,
Ta vie est une chance.
Encore un petit mois
Et on te serre dans nos bras.

Je caresse ta lumière, comme on caresse le feu
Closes mes paupières, je te vois bien mieux.
Il me donne des coups
Et de pieds et de bras,
Dans ton ventre, il se joue
Et s’amuse déjà.

Je caresse mon désir, comme on caresse le jeu.
Des instants de plaisir qu’on ne fait qu’à deux.
Le temps paraît bien long
Comme une éternité,
Pour perdre un ventre rond
Dans une maternité.

Qui seras-tu mon enfant ?
Un coquelicot des champs
Où une rose des vents ?
Viens nous vite on t’attend.
On manque d’impatience,
Ta vie est une chance.
Encore un petit mois
Et on te serre dans nos bras.

CHORUS

Dernier refrain.

WHO WILL YOU BE MY CHILD?

I caress your belly, as you caress life.
Already his expectation seems infinite to me.
You show a roundness
Who would be indecent,
If you weren't a pretty flower
Or a very beautiful plant.

I caress hope, as we caress at night,
The vigor of an evening driven from boredom.
You give me fever
From the one we support.
When these are sweet dreams
Who knock on the door.

Who will you be my child?
A field poppy
Where a wind rose?
Come quickly, we are waiting for you.
We are impatient,
Your life is a chance.
Another little month
And we hug you.

I caress your light, like we caress the fire
Close my eyelids, I can see you much better.
He hits me
And feet and arms,
In your belly, it is played
And already having fun.

I caress my desire, as we caress the game.
Moments of pleasure that we only make for two.
Time seems very long
Like forever,
To lose a round stomach
In a maternity.

Who will you be my child?
A field poppy
Where a wind rose?
Come quickly, we are waiting for you.
We are impatient,
Your life is a chance.
Another little month
And we hug you.

CHORUS

Last refrain.

QUI SERAS - TU MON ENFANT (L'attente d'un être cher)

Doublethink

Roger, zero G and I feel fine, capsule is turning around.
Oh that view is tremendous.

Doing real fine up here, everything is going very well, over.

All systems are go!

Out the window is by far the best view. Beautiful site..

Just to my right I can see a big pattern of light. Brilliantly lighted particles, that look luminous and were swirling around the capsule. Literally thousands of them, it looked like just a myriad of stars..

I have adjusted to zero G very easily, Much easier than I really thought I would.

Lighter than air buddy!

This is very comfortable at zero G. I have nothing but very fine feelings, this feels very normal and very good...


*Works cited: Sounds To Orbit By; John Glenn, 1962 Friendship 7 space flight

Doublethink

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