The Battle Of Newbury - From the album Turbo-Laser - by Turbo-Laser

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The Battle Of Newbury

Youtube lyric video: 
https://youtu.be/XnmjFBzhqWU

08 - L'Appel Du Vide

instrumental: ambient prog.rock soundscape (feat.synths&guitars)

evocation

Breathing Underwater : Composée, arrangée et produite par Denis Caouette/Stephan Manu/Projet Musicus . Vocal : Stephan Manu / Piano : Valérie Tremblay / Basse : Alain Picotte / Drums : Simon Dufresne / Guitares et synths : Denis Caouette / Mix et master : Martin Larose au Studio Septentrio.
Breathing Underwater: Composed, arranged and produced by Denis Caouette/Stephan Manu/Musicus Project . Vocals: Stephan Manu/ Piano: Valérie Tremblay/ Bass: Alain Picotte/ Drums: Simon Dufresne/ Guitars and synths: Denis Caouette/ Mix and master: Martin Larose at Studio Septentrio.


Stephan et moi nous sommes rencontré sur Soundcloud. Il m’a contacté en me demandant si je voulais faire une collaboration avec lui,  en entandant sa superbe voix j’ai tout de suite accepté.
J’ai composé la chanson de base et on l’a travaillée à distance. Faut dire que Stephan est originaire de l’Île Maurice mais demeure en Irlande et  moi je suis au Québec. Sur ma musique, il a composé paroles et mélodie et j’ai finalisé l’arrangement en me fiant sur son travail. Vous remarquerai qu’il n’y a pas de couplets et refrains répétitifs comme c’est la plupart du temps le cas et cela est voulu ainsi. 
Ses magnifiques envolées vocales combinées à une musique de genre  pop-funk-jazz donne lieu à une chanson vraiment originale.  

Bonne écoute! 

Stephan and I met on Soundcloud. He contacted me and asked if I wanted to collaborate with him, and I immediately accepted when I heard his superb voice.
I composed the basic song and we worked it remotely. I must say that Stephan is originally from Mauritius but lives in Ireland and I am in Quebec. On my music, he composed lyrics and melody and I finalized the arrangement by relying on his work. You will notice that there are no repetitious verses and choruses as is most of the time the case and this is intended so. 
Its magnificent vocal outbursts combined with a pop-funk-jazz genre music gives rise to a truly original song.  

Good listening!


Breathing Underwater

Breathing Underwater (Ft. Stephan Manu)

Gabriel Arias, de l'Argentine, me fait l'honneur de faire un superbe remix de mon titre Speed Bump (St-Martin Road Song). Merci Gabriel!

Gabriel Arias, de Argentina, me hace el honor de hacer un magnífico remix de mi título Speed Bump (St-Martin Road Song). Gracias Gabriel!

Gabriel Arias from Argentina does me the honor of doing a great remix of my track Speed Bump (St-Martin Road Song). Thank you Gabriel!

Speed Bump (St - Martin Road Song) Gabriel Arias Remix

'Gustos', una canción que se adentra en el mundo lleno de matices de las preferencias y elecciones personales.El concepto de 'gusto' aquí no solo se refiere a lo que nos gusta comer o vestir, sino también a cómo nuestras elecciones, por pequeñas que sean, pueden afectar nuestro bienestar.

GUSTOS

All parts by Robert Grigg with inspiration from our Lord God!
https://youtu.be/s1xDAcgg9Nw?si=WHdluoX7f79IvU9-

A Better Way

It creeps in slowly.

First, a line that feels too familiar.
Then a melody that writes itself a little too easily.
It’s theirs, but they don’t know where it came from.
It’s just there. And it creeps them out.

When artists break, they make noise.
When academics break—
they carefully examine every possible cause.

They do what they’ve been trained to do:
Ask a question.
Test a hypothesis.
Document everything.

So, they go granular.
They map verse lengths.
They chart emotional pace.
They count refrains.
They rank self-awareness—
per measure,
labeled, tagged, time-stamped, scored.

The results are clear.
Uncomfortably so.

The lyrics aren’t random.
The tone shifts aren’t intuitive.
They’re… too deliberate.

Like the songs were written
by someone watching their lives from the inside.

Theo squints at a spreadsheet.
“There is a pattern,” he says.
“But I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Kate doesn’t answer.
She’s busy color-coding irony.

Eventually, they stop analyzing.
They write,
not to understand—
but to just see what’s left.

Ava’s pencil stops.
She smiles, remembering how Julian laughed
at her terrible attempt to rhyme “solidarity” with “clarity.”

At that exact moment, Julian’s pen hovers.
He pictures Ava in the hallway—
her dimples catching the light,
that little nod she does when she approves
but won’t admit it.

The cat settles in Kate’s lap, purring like a soft engine.
Kate sighs—low and content—
and for a heartbeat, everything feels right.

They looked for a variable.
But the answer didn’t come in an equation.

It came in something worse.

A feeling.

And feelings—
scientists hate feelings.

They’re messy.
They don’t converge.
You can’t replicate them.
And you definitely can’t explain them
without ruining the effect.

This is Test Eleven.

The method failed.
The emotion broke through.

And this is a song about what happens
when you feel everything—
and don’t know why.

Song: I’m Not Sure Why

I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
The silence weighs heavy, and my voice is dust
I'm not sure why I'm crying, but I feel I need
The tears flow like rivers, my soul to feed

I'm not sure why I'm running, but I can't stay still
Chasing after shadows up a lonely hill
I'm not sure why I'm fighting, but I can't give in
The battle's my refuge, where the pain begins

I'm not sure why I'm hoping, but I cling to the thread
A whisper of faith in a mind full of dread
I'm not sure why I'm dreaming, but I hold on tight
To a vision of peace in the darkest night

And every question burns, like a flame on my tongue
Every answer fades, like a song unsung
But something inside me keeps pushing me on
Though I can’t explain what I’m searching upon

I'm not sure where I'm going, but I won't turn back
The road may be winding, but I've found my track
I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
In this echoing void, I will place my trust

Test 11: Why Do You Feel What You Feel? (I'm Not Sure Why)

The Guitars Say Sorry – The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore

Closing out the Jaded album, The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore is a stark, emotional reckoning—part confession, part lament, part protest. Over a raw acoustic guitar in open tuning (DADEAD), The Guitars Say Sorry delivers a song that feels like it was written under a flickering streetlight in the early hours, alone but overheard.

The lyrics drift between the personal and political: forgotten memories, absent gods, the weight of family history, and the ache of disappointment in the world around us. “Tears come easy when you're young / And you don't know where you've come from” sets the tone—disillusionment framed by a search for meaning, identity, and connection. There’s resignation in the refrain, “The gods don't hear me anymore,” but also an undercurrent of defiance: “I carefully chose my enemies.”

Sparse, honest, and lyrically pointed, The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore is a fitting end to Jaded—a quiet anthem for those still standing in the ruins, asking questions no one seems willing to answer.

Lyrics
I'm waiting for someone
Who I don't remember
Under the bridges
The shadows of my father

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

So here we are
Ruled by old men with long memories
After George's death
I carefully chose my enemies

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Tears come easy when you're young
And you don't know where you've come from
And they always tell you what you've done wrong

In the morning
I held my breath and nothing's changed
I closed my eyes, I'm still to blame
I can't help feeling it's still the same
As the last time

Is life always like this? I find it hard to tell
Is this what we're in for? It never ends up well

I lost my taste, changed beyond recognition
I'm spinning plates
I love the world we live in

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Ran out of space, and not for the first time
Felt out of place — seems my mother was right

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Tears come easy when you're young
And you don't know where you've come from
And they always tell you what you've done wrong

In the morning
I held my breath and nothing's changed
I closed my eyes, I'm still to blame
I can't help feeling it's still the same
As the last time

Is life always like this? I find it hard to tell
Is this what we're in for? It never ends up well



These Guitars Say Sorry - The Gods Don't Hear Me Anymore (Singer-Songwriter / Jaded)

Music inspired by the film Gone Girl
Produced by 1983

Test 11: Why Do You Feel What You Feel? (I'm Not Sure Why)

Axioms of Mediocrity