Affection 221124

it hurt /while my blood spurt( felt sorry for the driver/he came over & said  he was sorry)/water under the Brook-land bridge/so ta speak.

True  Enough/A 1 N 8 mil. N. Y. City Stories That I Got

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Last Exit

Greed

Video : https://youtu.be/3tFfDkeA5XU?si=78bnsgr2YBKmRDMB
Texte ci-dessous : #Indierock #barock #autobiographic #guitare #violoncelle #classical #rock #very #personnel
This song tells my story in a very ironic way in this part. Ici je mélange mes propres expériences avec celles de beaucoup d’amis « tombés sur le front : le rock 🎸 » 😝 
Ou parce que rien ne s’est passé comme ils ou on  le rêvaient…!?.😤
Mais qui peut se vanter d’avoir bien fait, 
ou simplement avoir réussi ? 
Réussi quoi d'ailleurs ?

Les MôMes N’Aiment Pas La Lose 
 texte/music/arrangements /production Benjamin Laplace 

Enfant, j’avais des galets plein les poches, 
des ricochets Galápagos 
que je lançais 
dans le vent. 
j ‘était 
Guitare et Mozart 
voyou ou Balthazar
Mais clochard je le serais 
Jamais
Les étoiles sont des notes 
que je cueille avec des  mots, 
sur ma guitares 
Les propulser la haut !

Devenus grands on se cache 
avec d’la bière au fond des poches 
et des secrets assez moches, 
pour oublier qu’nos rêves de gosses, 
c’est Bof, moche . 

Devenus grands on se cache 
avec d’la came au fond des poches, 
des vieux secrets assez moches, 
qui raconteraient 
Pourquoi, comment 
ça l’a pas fait…..

Les momes n’aimes pas la lose !!

Enfant, j’avais des galets plein les poches, 
des ricochets Galápagos 
que je lançais 
dans le vent 

j’ ai rencontré mes vrais potes, 
On a chopé un virus du Rock
Qui ne nous quitterait , 
jamais, 
même si nos idoles tombaient 
Nous à cette dope on y toucherait 
non non non 
jamais 
Jamais….jamais…….

devenus on se cache, 
la honte au fond des poches 
Aux enterrements de nos proches
Ou à l’asile 
où il rumine 
Sur le passé….

Devenus grands j’ai eu d’la chance, 
que ma guitare soit un planche
de salut que je sombrais, 
j’ai continué 
J’ai  composé 
J’ai même chanté ! 

Les momes n’aimes pas la lose !!
Les momes n’aimes pas !
Les momes n’aimes pas la lose !! 
Les momes n’aimes pas !

Les momes n’aimes pas la lose !!
Les MôMes N’aiment Pas La Lose

"Les MôMes N'Aiment Pas la Lose" (Radio edit)Benjamin Feat Frédéric Audibert, Album "L'Homme Bleu...

Feat : Melanie Tam
Text : Dom Tess
Trad : Van 

Cô nghe thấy giọng nói của anh trong gió thổi
Dầu tiên chỉ là một giọng thì thầm, sau đó là âm sắc giọng Hà Nội
Họ là hai tâm hồn đồng điệu rung động
Hai trái tim cùng rung động, hoà chung nhịp đập
Dù xa nhau, hy vọng của họ là một sợi chỉ
Anh ấy là một trong những ánh đèn thành phố mà cô ấy nhình thấy từ xa
Cô ấy là một trong những ngôi sao tỏa sáng trên bầu trời mà anh ấy nhình vào mỗi tối.

Elle entend sa voix dans le souffle du vent
Juste un murmure d'abord puis son timbre à l'accent d'Hanoï 
Ils sont deux âmes qui vibrent à l'unisson
Deux cœurs qui fremissent ensemble, en accord à chaque battement
Même loin l'un de l'autre, leur espoir est un même fil 
Il est une des lumières de la ville qu'elle voit au loin
Elle est une des étoiles qui brillent dans le ciel que chaque soir il regarde.

Two Souls (Tâm hồn đồng điệu)

The Hermit

Dreaming Harps

Terminus

This track is dedicated to my friends mom who just passed away.  She treated me like her own son.  I love her and will miss her.

My Angel Went Away

MY WEBSITE: https://ramoninc.xyz
LISTEN ON STREAMING PLATFORMS: https://push.fm/fl/what-the-fuck-are-we-doing-out-here

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"What The Fuck Are We Doing Out Here?" is a bold single released in 2024 by Ramon Inc., blending experimental trap with layers of synth, jazz mannerisms, and warm electronic salsa grooves. The result is a hybrid piece that plays with the contrast between the cool urban sound of trap and the engaging rhythmic fluidity of jazz and salsa.

The vocal sample that opens the track—with the repetitive phrase that gives the song its title—was taken from a viral video, lending immediate personality and a sense of existential urgency to the sonic narrative. This spoken word carries emotional resonance: a blunt, almost existential questioning that wanders through moments of introspection with a Latin twist.

The production utilizes minimalist trap beats and deep bass, contrasted with polyphonic synths and melancholic saxophones that evoke jazz in their dissonant chords, as well as electronically programmed salsa percussion (conga, timbal), bringing swing and tension simultaneously. The synth sections float over grooves and breakbeats, creating an acoustic microcosm where urban meets tropical, with an experimental and deconstructive tone.

The vocal sample that gives voice to the song is taken from an iconic and sincere moment of a reporter who passed away in 2014, but who remains alive in our memories for his courage and humanity. He responded to the pressure of a difficult day, revealing a very human side by expressing his frustration at missing his daughter's birthday due to an unexpected call to cover a simple traffic incident. This moving story, which reveals the man behind the microphone, reinforces the depth of the sample used by Ramon Inc., which pays tribute to a professional who dared to question his place in the chaos and who left a legacy of dignity and truth. May his daughter and grandchildren have a prosperous life, and may he rest in peace.
RIP Tailgate Jones (Thomas “Thom” Dickerson)

"What The Fuck Are We Doing Out Here?" is both a literal question and a sonic reflection—
a tropical-jazz trap that dances with chaos and wonders where we're all headed. 

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Okay, record level 40
With wood plate on
The note stand

Uh, as you can see there's construction underway here
Uh, they've dug out a little bit
There's water, has accumulated, traffic's backed up
In a city the size of Houston there's always traffic
So what's the big fucking deal?
What the fuck are we doing out here?
I asked you, what in the fuck are we doing here?
Hell, I don't know

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THANK U ALL ♡

What The Fuck Are We Doing Out Here?

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