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Beats from the streets Rock Orchestra Version

A feather floats
It sways
It spins
The echo hums where silence begins
Moonlight whispers on the glass
Time moves forward but shadows pass

Tears from an angel’s eye
Falling like stars from a broken sky
Do they heal or do they sting
Wings still folded
Afraid to sing

A halo cracked but still it shines
Through every fault
Through crooked lines
The wind it howls
The earth it sighs
But no one hears an angel cry

Silver drops
They fall so slow
Do they land or melt in snow

Tears from an angel’s eye
Falling like stars from a broken sky
Do they heal or do they sting
Wings still folded
Afraid to sing

Heaven bends but doesn’t break
Each tear’s a wish
Each tear’s a quake
The light bends down to kiss the stream
An angel’s sorrow births a dream

an angels eye .mp3

The Piano as percussion and chords, while shredding the Lap Steel, with a Little Bass.

Keyboard Percussion

Still Loving Me” (Alternative Rock Version) is a bold, guitar-driven anthem of faith and grace. With high energy and raw emotion, it tells the story of being broken but not abandoned. God’s love remains steady, even when we feel lost or unworthy. This track is a powerful declaration of healing and transformation for fans of uplifting, edgy Christian music.

Still Loving Me

Shake the Something

Il a croisé son regard perdu
Un feu naissant dans l'inconnu
Elle dansait comme une illusion
Un mirage doux dans cette chanson
[Chorus] 
Sous les lumières du disco
Tout s'efface dans le tempo
Oh
Les cœurs battent à l'unisson
Sous les lumières
Sous les néons

Rencontre au disco

(FR) Robot Spleen explore un paradoxe émotionnel : et si un robot pouvait ressentir du vague à l’âme ?
La composition navigue entretextures électroniques veloutées et rythmique minimaliste, comme un cœur qui bat à contretemps.
Elle évoque une romance post-humaine, un spleen élégant, presque raffiné, où la froideur des circuits n’empêche pas la tendresse du timbre.
Idéal pour accompagner un coucher de soleil sur une planète déshumanisée.
(EN ) “Robot Spleen” explores an emotional paradox: what if a robot could feel melancholy?
The composition drifts between velvety electronic textures, and minimalist rhythms — like a heart beating out of sync.
It evokes a post-human romance, an elegant, almost refined kind of melancholy, where the coldness of circuits doesn’t prevent the tenderness of tone.
Perfect for watching the sunset on a dehumanized planet.

Robot Spleen

The Sun Will Rise Again

lyrics

Into the Wilderness I go
I'll find my own way
Don't know if I'll go home again
I think that I'll stay
Trying to escape the world I'm in
I'll do it my way

Lost and found
I want to be lost - lost and found

Everybody wants a peace of mind
Get on the highway
Don't know if I'll go home again
I'll turn back one day
Trying to escape the world I'm in
That peaceful head space

Lost and found
I want to be lost - lost and found

Lost and Found

Pappa

(FR) Un blues… augmenté.
Riff implacable, rage élégante… coup de gueule assumé.
Des chœurs gospel-blues viennent murmurer une vérité collective.
Le blues d’un indie traqué par les bots, les algorithmes, le mainstream,
les likes sponsorisés, les canvas obligatoires, les vidéos qui font “cliquer”.
C’est brut. C’est organique. Sans filtre.

(EN) An augmented blues.
Unyielding riff, elegant rage… a defiant statement.
Gospel-blues choirs whisper a collective truth.
The blues of an indie hunted by bots, algorithms, the mainstream,
pay-to-like offers, mandatory canvas loops, and autoplay traps.
It’s raw. It’s organic. Unfiltered.

Chroniques d’un Indie

(FR) Biographie 
Entre ombre et lumière, souffle et silence.
Explorateur sonore aux racines multiples, je compose des fragments d’univers,
des pièces expérimentales portées par une voix non lexicale, sans discours, mais jamais sans émotion. Chaque titre est une énigme ouverte.
Je ne cherche pas la norme, mais l’écho intérieur, l’émotion à partager.
Écouter, c’est traverser. Composer, c’est traduire l’inconnu.

Cette très belle citation de Michel-Ange résume ma façon de penser :
« J’ai vu un ange dans le marbre et j’ai seulement ciselé jusqu’à l’en libérer. »

(EN) Biography
Between shadow and light, breath and silence.
A sound explorer with many roots, I compose fragments of universes — experimental pieces carried by a non-lexical voice, without words yet never without emotion. Each track is an open enigma.
I do not seek the norm, but the inner echo — the emotion to be shared.
To listen is to cross through. To compose is to translate the unknown.

This beautiful quote by Michelangelo captures my way of thinking:
“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

Robot Spleen

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