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I saw them argue over coffee
Steam forming secret shapes
She laughed at something small and lofty
He reached, then fixed his sleeve in haste

Rain dropped one perfect tear
I almost caught it in my case
Their shadows leaned until they neared
A crime they forgot to embrace

He looked right at her and said
"That's not really you"
And God help her
She hoped it was true

He'd chased the edge of every map
Collecting stamps, abandoned rooms
But she smiled
And just like that
The ground felt...
Nice
It bloomed

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without a violin-playing goat
Without something real and tender
No one can name or quote
It's a string fraying mid-song
A bow that forgets its place
A note that stays too long
And still finds its grace

The wind heckled
Coins chimed in the case
He looked ridiculous 
In the shivering rain
And she knew
She wanted ridiculous too

I kept the melody clean and slow
They kept their tempers, let them strain
They learned to bruise without retreating
I learned their silence had a grain

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without the risk of being wrong
Without someone who keeps your silence
Like it belongs in the song
It's a vow spoken sideways
A chord that won't resolve
A goat still bowing at midnight
While the rest of the world dissolves

I only play on Tuesdays
And sometimes Wednesdays too
Tonight, I played for them
Tonight... they nearly knew

The Goat Plays On

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

Here With Me 

Verse 1: Guitar - G > em > C > D | Mando – D > C# minor 7th chord 

What can I do, what can I say, we just want to go out and play 

In the park, in the yard, though our hearts are mighty scarred 

I’m just a boy, you’re just a girl, spinning round on the tilt-a-whirl 

Round and round and round we go, where we’ll land no one knows 

 

Chorus: am7 > Aadd9 | G > A 

Life is just a blur it seems, but you’re standing next to me 

We can get through anything 

Be here now, be here with me 

 

Between: G > em G > em > G > em > G > em 

 

Verse 2: G > em > C > D 

What can I do, what can I say, I know nothing stays the same 

Under this moon, under these stars, long as we can, and just as far 

I’m just a girl, you’re just a boy, hand in hand, hang on to the joy 

Day by day, the years go by, all this time just to say goodbye. 

 

Chorus: am7 > Aadd9 

Life is just a blur it seems, but you’re standing next to me 

We can get through anything 

Be here now, be here with me 

 

Instrumental Bridge: (Stays on G chord framing) G > B > C > B > am (repeat 4x w/ swelling melodic harmonies heavy in reverb) 

 

Between: G > em G > em > G > em > G > em 

 

Verse 3: G > em > C > D 

What did Dad do, what did Mom say, stay young, be kind, choose love, go play 

It’s a crazy world and that’s okay, the two of you make it a better place 

The day will come when we’ll be gone, side-by-side we know that you’ll be strong 

Don’t let the time pull you away, best friends, you and I, our family stays 

  

Chorus: am7 > Aadd9 

Life is just a blur it seems, but you’re standing next to me 

We can get through anything 

Be here now, be here with me 

 

Between: G > em G > em > G > em > G > em 

Here With Me

I am a wreck inside and I know you struggle too, if I can't help me how can I try saving you?

Saving You

When you have no choice but to leave. 🥹

Make me

Lights Down Low (Acoustic)

Mi Isla est une chanson pour les amoureux des îles. Un hiver rigoureux! Hop!  Un petit voyage dans le sud et on reprend vie!  Les plages chaudes, les soirées enveloppantes pendant que chez-nous le froid perdure… (Avec tout mon amour, mon île… et avec mon corps (quelle chaleur!!)… avec aussi tout mon cœur…Oui!!!

Mi Isla is a song for islands lovers. A harsh winter! Hop!  A little trip down south and we come back to life!  The warm beaches, the enveloping evenings while at our place the cold persists... (With all my love, my island... and with my body (what a heat!! )... with all my heart... Yes!!!


Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Denis Caouette : paroles et musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Les M’s  aux brass : 
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
Marcel Bergeron : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Sébastien Savard : Violons
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation


PHONOGRAPHE

Mi Isla

Unermesslich groß ist Deine Gnade

Lyrics:

Cafeteria buzz and a seat by the wall,
Tray getting cold, eyes fixed on the floor.
Phone lights up, then goes dark again,
Three dots vanish like they did before.
Teacher says, “You with us today?”
I nod and try to hold the line.
A cracked pencil, chewed-up end—
I say “I’m fine,” and hope it’s not a lie.

We were just kids with planets on our backs,
Homework, heartache, all in the same packs.
Smiles for attendance, tears after class,
Trying to breathe when the minutes won’t pass.
If someone asks, “Are you okay?”
Please let the question stay—
We’re more than quiet faces and grades,
We’re hearts that need a hand some days.

Nurse’s office, lights hum low,
Name on a list that barely moves.
Hoodie sleeves pulled past the knuckles,
Counting steps in worn-out shoes.
Group chat jokes I can’t keep up with,
Laugh reacts I don’t quite feel.
I rinse my lunchbox out at night
And wish that wishing healed.

We were just kids with planets on our backs,
Homework, heartache, all in the same packs.
Smiles for attendance, tears after class,
Trying to breathe when the minutes won’t pass.
If someone asks, “Are you okay?”
Please let the question stay—
We’re more than quiet faces and grades,
We’re hearts that need a hand some days.

It isn’t weakness to say you’re tired,
Or ask a friend to walk you home.
Even the loudest cheer on Friday
Can hide a hush you face alone.
So write your name in your own handwriting,
Say it out loud, let someone hear—
Sometimes courage is a message sent:
“Could you sit by me this year?”

We are the kids with planets on our backs,
Homework, heartache, all in the same packs.
If you’re falling behind, I’ll match your pace,
We can trade the weight and share the space.
When someone asks, “Are you okay?”
Let’s keep the question brave—
We’re more than quiet faces and grades,
We’re hearts that need a hand some days.

Bus windows fog, initials in the steam—
Tomorrow, let’s try again.
No one has to carry everything.
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

The Weight Under Backpacks - Feat. Sara Schiller

Sometimes the world feels heavy, chaotic, and impossible to understand — until you find that one person who makes it all make sense. “It All Makes Sense to Me” is my way of putting that feeling into music. It’s about love, destiny, and the chemistry that brings clarity when everything else feels uncertain. I hope when you hear it, you’ll feel the same rush of harmony and fire that inspired me to write it.

It all makes sense to me

Backyard Echoes is about family, roots, and those summer nights that stay with you forever. A reminder that home lives in the voices, laughter, and stories we carry.

Backyard Echoes

Quick acoustic cover of rock and roll star by oasis

Caving in

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/19TSGR6UfVhBZGm0KTZl8y?si=4eff4cbdc8454a7c

William Shakespeare - "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 73)

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

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Constellation Lyra - Thy Love [out on Spotify now]

Lyrics:

Yeah, they told me fitting in is the only way
But every time I try, it just feels so fake
Smiles on my face like a plastic display
Keeping quiet just to make the world okay

Take your medicine, work your daily grind
Shake a stranger’s hand, pretend you feel fine
But truth is something I can't leave behind
I don't wanna be another copy in line

Tell me why you need to close your mind
I don’t wanna be normal like you
Every day I’m running out of time
Searching for a place where I can be true

Closer, closer, to a dream inside
Where I don’t need the mask just to survive
Closer, closer, I can almost find
A way to be normal too
Or maybe just normal for me, not you

Whispers in the crowd say "dont stand out"
They laugh at the ones who live too loud
But I just smile, I know what they're about
Fear of themselves they can’t talk out loud

They want control, they want to choose your clothes
Script your life like a TV show
But I won’t bend, I won’t play that role
I’m the fire they can’t control

Tell me why you’re chasing their design
I don't wanna be normal like you
Every day I break another line
Finding out I’m something brand new

Closer, closer, to a spark inside
Where my flaws are fuel and my faults can shine
Closer, closer, I begin to find
Maybe my normal's the truest kind

Normal’s a word they use for control
Keep you in line till you’re grey and old
But I won’t fall for the lies they sold
My spirit’s rich, even if pockets are cold

So call me strange, call me out of place
I’ll wear my scars like a badge of grace
While you hide behind a plastic face
I found freedom in embracing my space

Closer, closer, every step I move
Not “normal like you” ... I’m carving my truth
Closer, closer, I can finally see
Being normal just means being me

Normal like me, not you.

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