Give me something infinite
Infinite is the universe as people say don't know
Infinite is our souls they say but where they go don't blow
Its not so complicated and think of it just twice
Once for your reality and once for your true eyes.
The history has proven it so there 's a being to live it
The future has predicted it so there 's a soul to keep it
This bring you to dimensioning of our eternal life
Just breath it and remember yeah you re not just here to die
After all its everything that's given out in faith
reality is infinite in this path most people hate
The game of god has silenced the truth is now endorsed
You know now dimensionless to kneel when you're outsourced.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KLNTu-Y6HU

GIVE ME SOMETHING INFINITE (Lyrics on Description)

keep the hope...

YouTube Channel:
https://youtu.be/kX-0hKZoRqA
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宙にそっと / The Wind is Blowin’
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風は吹いている
時が止まることに
抗うかのようだ

道は延びている
いつか終わることを
隠すかのようだ


宙にそっと　「負けた」と　言ったさ
傍できっと　かつての　願いが
笑ってるんだ


風は吹いている 
時が止まることに
抗うかのようだ

眩しすぎる朝
重いドアを叩き
呼んでるかのようだ


窓にそっと　「悔しい」と　言ったさ
傍できっと　終わらない　想いが
踊ってるんだ


宙にそっと　「負けた」と　言ったさ
傍できっと　かつての　願いが
笑ってるんだ

宙にそっと / The Wind is Blowin’

A Big Thank You to https://soundcloud.com/dreamingwhileawakemusic for providing this wonderful bass and drum section. Please take a listen to his version of the song:
https://soundcloud.com/dreamingwhileawakemusic/the-tree-rough-take-1-collab-w-xian3?si=bd834c45b7a44b9aa467fadb0dc32338&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

It’s been a great honor and pleasure to collab…
The picture shows my favorite tree in my favorite park

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The Tree

You are probably
An old tree
Standing exactly 
Where you should be
Your condition…
It is ideal

You’re obviously 
An old tree
Standing exactly
Where you should be
Rooted deeply 
Down in history,

Scratching solid rock,
That’s where you stuck
Your bark 
Is notched
Tells the whole story
From the bottom to the glory

Roots and crown they radiate
Where a far too early 
Meets a far too late
And your branches spread out with might
Spreading to the light
Expand into the light…
Expanding to the light

In the threatening heat 
You provide me a retreat
Just letting me breathe
Just for a little while
In an escalating delta 
You offer me a shelter
Oh, just letting me breathe
Just for a little while

Letting me breathe

Lean on you 
For a couple of ys
And get through…
And be inspired by you
And sing my way through 	    			

Lean on you 
For a couple of ys
And get through…

The Tree (wt DWA)

Slack

dans le recueil "à la lumière d'hiver", Philippe Jacottet, cet immense poète, a écrit un poème en 8 versets sur la parole, essence même du poétique. J'ai tenté ici d'en mettre deux en musique.
PAROLES
PARLER (6 ET 7)
6
J’aurai voulu parler sans images, simplement
pousser la porte…
                                        J’ai trop de crainte
 pour cela, d’inquiétude, parfois de pitié
On ne vit pas longtemps comme les oiseaux
dans l’évidence du ciel,
                                                  et retombé à terre,
On ne voit plus en eux précisément que des images
ou des rêves.
7
Parler donc est difficile, si c’est chercher…chercher quoi ?
Une fidélité aux seuls moments, aux seules choses
qui descendent en nous assez bas, qui se dérobent,
si c’est tresser un vague abri pour une proie insaisissable.

Si c’est porter un masque plus vrai que son visage
pour pouvoir célébrer une fête longtemps perdue
 avec les autres, qui sont morts, lointains ou endormis
encore, et qu’à peine soulèvent de leur couche 
cette rumeur, ces premiers pas trébuchants, ces feux timides
-nos paroles : 
bruissement du tambour pour peu que l’effleure le doigt
inconnu.

Philippe Jacottet
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TALK (6 and 7)
6
I would have liked to speak without images, simply
push the door...
                                        I'm too afraid
 for this, of anxiety, sometimes of pity
We don't live long like birds
in the evidence of heaven,
                                                  and fell to the ground,
We see in them precisely only images
or dreams.
7
To speak, then, is difficult, if it is to seek... Looking for what?
A fidelity to the moments alone, to the only things
who descend into us low enough, who evade,
if it is to weave a vague shelter for an elusive prey.

If it is wearing a mask that is more real than your face
to be able to celebrate a long-lost holiday
 with the others, who are dead, far away or asleep
and which scarcely rise from their bed 
this rumor, these first stumbling steps, these timid fires
-Our words: 
rustling of the drum as soon as the unknown finger
 touches it

Philippe Jacottet


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