Love this... there’s something quite beautiful about the sound.

Verse I
i was given a book of glass
each page a prayer i couldn’t hold
i bled on every verse
and read myself in ruin

Verse II
the truth was never solid
just the light through fractures
i spoke in pieces
and shattered every name

Chorus
cut my hands on scripture
read what wasn’t there
reflected in the breaking
faith too sharp to bear

Verse III
i prayed with broken sounds
and wept into empty margins
the mirror cracked, and i saw
only the eye looking back

Chorus
cut my hands on scripture
read what wasn’t there
reflected in the breaking
faith too sharp to bear

Glass Scripture

Glass Veins

This one is a cover of my previous song "welcome home dad" from "Breathe" album. Done different, enjoy.

AgeRage - Welcome Home Dad v2

Quick update from the upcoming Veriez album. It should be done until september. Here's one finished song for you! Hope you'll enjoy

Veriez - Baba Yaga

CITY OF DREAMS
I met you on the Roof
of the Roosevelt Hotel.
I threw a coin
into your wishing well.

Took the elevator
to penthouse 
number ten,
saw you from the balcony,
wanted to be friends.

Swimming in the fountain
at Washington Square.
I didn't recognize you,
you had changed your hair.

The dealers deal,
the children skate,
living in the shadow 
of the Empire State.

You walk the line of fearlessness.
You cross the line of recklessness.
and you fight the line of hopelessness.
I want to be part of the scene
when we rebuild the 
City of Dreams.

We said goodbye 
in Puertorican-Chinese.
I'm on Eighth Avenue
down on my knees.

The wail of the siren,
the roar of the train,
you said goodbye,
it'ill never be the same.

You walk the line of fearlessness.
You cross the line of recklessness.
and you fight the line of hopelessness.
I want to be part of the scene
when we rebuild the 
City of Dreams.

City of Dreams...

Web City of Dreams loud  for web- 5:26:20, 2.41 PM

City of Dreams (a NYC story)

Artist: Les Discrets
Album: Septembre Et Ses Dernières Pensées
Released: 2010

Lyrics:-

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon cœur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
 
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l’heure,
 
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure ;
 
Et je m’en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m’emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.

Lyrics (English):-

The long sobs
Of the violins
Of autumn
Hurt my heart
With a monotonous
Languor
 
All suffocating
And pale, when
The time comes
 
I remember
The ancient days
And I cry
 
And I leave
Into the bad wind
Carrying me
Within, beyond
Very much like
The fallen leaf

Chanson D'automne- Les Discrets

just a moment before bedtime - nothing complicated - 2 lines

2020-12-01

on a soft cloud like a duvet into the realm of dreams

Left Behind

This is the debut single from Lines of Flight. It will released via MH|HW Music Ltd on the Marth 5th 2021, across all digital platforms. Special preview release on Soundcloud available now. 

Birthing Bell is the first in a 10-track series to be released by Lines of Flight: 1 track every month, for 10 months which will culminate into their debut album 'Signs of Life'.

Birthing Bell represents past traditions and future absences - the passing of time in unfamiliar places which we don't want to return to but miss nonetheless.

Lyrics:

On this shore
In July of 1575,
They came to take
The land we loved so well. 

It’s a birthing bell,
It’s a boat’s death knell,
Their rugged story is now ours to tell. 

At the ebb tide
Sails a strange fleet,
From the far side.
Came cargo to greet,
He, we all knew well. 

It’s a birthing bell,
It’s a boat’s death knell,
His rugged story was all ours to tell. 

The waves’ goodbye, the cry below,
We’ll all run mad from sorrow.

At the day’s end,
A banner lifted
Onto dry land,
An infant gifted,
She, we’ll all know well.

It’s a birthing bell,
It’s a boats death knell,
Her rugged story will be ours now to tell. 

The waves’ goodbye, the cry hello,
We’ll not run mad from sorrow. 

Lyrics by H. Whale, Music by J. Moss. Produced and Mixed by J. Moss and E. Heaton. Artwork by J. Moss.

Signs of Life

Birthing Bell

You Can´t Kiss A System

Yeah flip back to, fro and through
watch this machine... hypnotize you

Reach into this box where are enclosed 
some dirty secrets I propose 
to unvail and to decompose

So before you make it to the door
I’ll squeeze your doubts 1234
I’ll show you how this story goes

Honey Honey
Reach into your own mind
Bunny Bunny
What will we find
Honey Honey
Bunny Bunny
Take the burdon off your soul
Honey Honey
you may sleep I’m in control
Bunny Bunny

Yeah flip back to, fro and through
This clean machine is gonna hypnotize you

I can make you dream, I’ll get you high
on all the things that you can’t buy
the big cars and these fancy clothes

As I see your face begins to melt 
you loosen down your safety belt
and so drift off into a doze

Yeah flip back to, fro and through
My ear to the wall, I know just what’s good for you
So in this close call, do you still feel false from true ?
Now I catch your fall and thus it looks like you’re screwed
This bling machine just hypnotized you

mOag - hOney hOney bunny bunny

"𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺; 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭.. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭." - 𝙍𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚 ✍🏻✨

𝕋𝕙𝕟𝕩 𝟜 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖✌🏻😎
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕪𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 🤤💦
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Chanson D'automne- Les Discrets

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