BREATHING
JUST FOR DOING SOMETHING
AND NOT DO NOTHING
WASTING TIME

BEING BORN
INTO THIS BORING
WORLD OF NOTHING DOING
BUT WASTING TIME

LOVE SEEMED
SOMETHING TO BE TRIED OUT
BUT IT DIDN’T WORK OUT
SO I
WENT BY BYE

BREATHING
AND IF NOT FOR YAWNING
WHAT’S THE POINT OF LIVING
WASTING TIME

LIFE SEEMED
SOMETHING TO BE TRIED OUT
BUT IT DOESN’T WORK OUT
SO I
GO BY BYE

BREATHING
GENTLY SELF-ERASING
SLOWLY DISAPPEARING
WASTING TIME

LIFE SEEMED
SOMETHING TO BE TRIED OUT
BUT IT DOESN’T WORK OUT
SO I
GO BY BYE

BREATHING
WATCH THE SUNSET RISING
BACKWARDS IS THE FEELING
WASTING TIME

WASTING TIME (Lyrics)

Orchid's Friend

Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/Jq81565UD6g

Les parisiennes       Texte : Sanzen

Souvent elles passent, complices ; 
en des jardins amis ; 
leurs yeux profonds et beaux, 
comme des ruisseaux lascifs. 

Sais-tu combien, jeunes et jolies, 
sont les filles de Paris ? 
Me dit un jour, un ami. 

Vieil homme, au banc ami, 
au coeur de Paris...
Se promènent dans des parcs, 
de jolies demoiselles. 

Elles parlent toutes les langues, 
les filles de Paris. 
Assises aux terrasses, 
étudiantes ou amies. 

Chassent mon crépuscule, en instants délicieux...
En des jardins amis, aux plaisirs vaporeux, 
je grimpe d'éternels escaliers/en tête, une idée !  

Leurs poitrines remplies, 
exhalent des parfums, 
en minutes folâtres, 
aux détours des allées. 

Leur coeur Orchidée embaume, 
mes heures parisiennes : 
Au soir de ma vie,  
vieil homme, au banc ami. 
 
Souvent elles passent, complices , 
leurs cheveux longs et lisses. 
Leur coeur potelé,
me comble de délices. 

Sais-tu combien, jeunes et jolies, 
sont les filles de Paris ? 

  Chassent mon crépuscule, en instants délicieux...
En des jardins amis, aux plaisirs vaporeux, 
je grimpe d'éternels escaliers/en tête, une idée ! 

En tableaux parisiens, les jolies demoiselles, 
passent souvent, complices, 
leurs yeux plein de malice. 

Au coeur de Paris, elles se tiennent la main. 
Le long des quais, leur doux parfum...
Souvent dans les parcs, on les croise : 
légères je les aime. 

Au coeur de paris, vieil homme au banc ami...

Sais-tu combien, jeunes et jolies, 
sont les filles de Paris ?

Les Parisiennes    Sanzen / Illos

JP-FUNK

With Halloween in mind, but well ahead of time. It isn't really our kind of thing. But, has potential, maybe for someone else to repurpose in some way or vocalize on or jam over. Reworking of something I had on a different profile yrs ago. I Put some guitar and bass to some loops and samples and effects to experiment with mixing. Sort of an old horror movie soundtrack vibe.

Sexy Horror Movie Tune

Lounging

Journey In Space

The Snow

Interstellar Phone Plan

Level13

He's deadpan,
but stillborn,
with no hands,
clutching a quick silver thorn,

so let Silence be the mistress of me,
let Silence be his girl,

because he's honest,
to a fault,
he's got his fingers,
in the family vault,

let Silence be his,
Silence be his girl,

silent as a stricken stream,
he only see's her in his dreams,

uh-oh,

because he only see's her in his dreaming,
never by the light of day,
I thought you had my number,
and just didn't know what to say,

Shhhhhhh....

he's cross eyed,
and all bent,
in the lost tide,
where he picked up your sweet scent,

so let Silence be the mistress of me,
let Silence be his girl,

cause he's hindered,
 by invisible walls,
and he's got four years,
 saved up in his balls,

let Silence be his,
Silence be his girl,

silent as a stricken stream,
he only see's her in his dreams,

A Girl Named Silence

I'm making music on my laptop. I like listening to music and coffee. I'm making instrumental music.
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