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sweetly selected | May 2025

5 titres qui ont accrochés mes oreilles en mai ! …bonne ecoute

Give Me Five Mai 2025

2025, May

✨L'aventure continue...🎶

FRENCH COLLECTION 🌺🇫🇷

June 2025 - Part 8

My MIX 20250710

Blues & Jazz

Copy of Vocalatti

"A Romance Undergrounf"
piano: Takeshi Ohmura
trumpet: Motohiro Sawano
composition: Hirotaka Kato

(※)This song was created in the image of the beginning of love that was born during the daily commute by subway.

Youtube▽
https://youtu.be/k9AzJuTXYSY

A ROMANCE UNDERGROUND

I couldn’t think of a title, so I figured I would be direct.


Corinthians 13:7

Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: I am not a therapist or the lead voice for a campaign on mental health. I am here to help those heal. My main goal is not to hurt or complicate life for you. If anything, I understand I am using a lot of reverse psychology to push people into a better way of thinking. (It’s a really complicated way of thinking,  if you do lose a loved one and go through these emotions you will know someone else is going through it with you too(: )…….. I am saying things most wouldn’t say or can’t say to express a situation, so hopefully others don’t go down the same road as well. God willing. 👁👄👁

My enemies will still say I’m a shitty person for standing up for myself, when in reality my enemies are the weakest people that I have met. Imagine, calling someone a nigger and a item, to only listen to their voice all day. But I guess that’s what makes me stronger.  Weak people. 


LYRICS By ALPHA ALMIGHTY:

Yea, fucked up it is, please let me live. 

fucked up it is, please let me live. 

They think I have mom issues, my mom is dead. 

Bitch,  get a tissue. They think I have mom issues. 

My mom is dead BITCH, Sit down here’s a tissue.

 I don’t miss you, I just use you😳.

 I destroy everything that you are. I am your shining star. 😰🤝💗

I am everything you can’t forget. Baby please don’t let me live. 😉😏 

I wanna die by your side, bitch I’m loaded Glock nine. (Nine) 9 🧃🌎 

They think I have mommy issues, my mom is dead.  BITCH!

HEY!

Use a tissue *wheeze* 🥵, 
No regrets I’ve been here and back in all black like a casket. ⚰️ 
Please don’t overreact I want you pulling back, please have a heart attack.

*woah*

They think I have mom issues

*damn*

my mom is dead, and I don’t miss you.

To tell you the truth, she would hate you too. 

To tell you the truth, I love to use everything that you are. 

Bitch I am your shining star, bitch I am your shining star I love to use you. 

I love to use you. 

🖕🏾

*BITCH*


They think I have mom issues. My mom is dead. *BITCH*

Use a tissue, I don’t miss you, I just “overuse”.  I feel like I am abuse I think I need you like you need me too. 😉

I want you and you want ___ 🤐

I want you and you want ___🤐

I want you and you want ___🤐

I want you. 😰

I want you and you want them. 
I want you and you want them. 

I want you. 😶‍🌫️

My Mom Died, So I Decided To Raise A Generation/RIP Mom, U Will Never Be A Issue Prod By YungMoraie

It was going to be some ambient 80's things, but then I hit the groove on the Prophet-5 track and just went with it. Mainly Arturia Analog Lab synths.

Reboot & Restart

Revised mix of our first demo inspired by various alt-country songs we’ve hummed along to over the years

Fading Suns

Rhodes Mk8 Sessions

JuJu

A Romance Underground

I won't be here when you come home
(I'm sorry if you don't understand) forgive me if you can
(But I can see  another road)
And I ain't coming bac
Don't look for me around 
Cos' I won't be in this town 
(you'll never find) me anywhere!
Because it's over
And I ain't coming back
You gave me everything
(And now I'm breaking your heart)
You know that I don't mean
(To tear your world apart)
I would never leave,
I couldn't stand the pain
(A letter in hall,)
 is written on the wall
A letter with no words of love at all
(Because it's over)
And I ain't coming back
And as I close the door
(I know I'm breaking your heart)
I should have loved you more
(Instead I've torn world apart)
And as I walk into the lonely afternoon
(I feel sad) enough, 
(I feel bad) enough!
And all the times when you are lonely where you are
(Please don't hate me then, I just could not pretend)
Tears, 
(feel the tears,)
I can feel the tears, 
(feel the tears,)
running through the years

Tears Through the Years

Alcune note esplicative:
-English version below-

Questa danza trae ispirazione da un manoscritto databile abbastanza precisamente in un periodo compreso tra il tardo Neolitico e il Luglio 1750. 
La pergamena sulla quale è stato vergato era incorporata nella rilegatura di un volume di epoca successiva che raccoglie diverse ricette di cucina a base di cinghiale. 
La provenienza del volume sembra essere legata a un monaco cuciniere dell'ormai estinto ordine dei Frati Trigliceridi di San Circonflesso, una congregazione di cui si conoscono poche evidenze storiche.

Da un’attenta analisi del metro musicale e dei pochi appunti coreutici — che purtroppo risultano in gran parte indecifrabili, eccetto per alcuni passaggi scritti con quella che sembra essere salsa di pomodoro — si evince che i danzatori di questa singolare danza dovessero possedere un numero dispari di arti, una caratteristica che, sebbene non del tutto chiara, sembra fosse una condizione fondamentale per la corretta esecuzione della coreografia.

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Some background notes:

This dance is inspired by a manuscript that can be dated quite precisely to a period somewhere between the late Neolithic and July 1750.
The parchment on which it was written was incorporated into the binding of a later volume, which collects various recipes for cooking wild boar.
The origin of the volume seems to be linked to a monk-cook from the now-extinct order of the Triglycerides Friars of Saint Circumflex, a congregation about which few historical records exist.

From a careful analysis of the musical meter and the few choreographic notes — which unfortunately remain mostly undecipherable, except for some sections written in what appears to be tomato sauce — it can be deduced that the dancers performing this peculiar dance were required to possess an odd number of limbs, a characteristic which, while not entirely clear, seems to have been a fundamental condition for the correct execution of the choreography.

Giga

💥Un nouvel instrumental qui est à la fois, un pas de coté, une aventure et une expérimentation. 🎶J'espère qu'il sera plaisant à écouter autant qu'il a été plaisant à travailler.🎧🎶
💥A new instrumental that is at once a step aside, an adventure and an experiment.🎶 I hope it will be as pleasant to listen to as it was to work on..🎧🎶

Between light and darkness (Instrumental)

💥Une nouvelle expérience, entre la composition, l'écriture d'un texte, je suis passé derrière le micro.🎤၊၊|၊ Electro rap à la sauce Carfeli.⋆｡°✩ Ce n'était pas un exercice facile. 🎶J'espère qu'il sera plaisant à écouter (Bien que je ne vais pas me faire que des amis😅 ) Que j'ai pris du plaisir à le réaliser🎸Dans l'ensemble, il s'agit d'une protestation contre les problèmes sociaux actuels sur une variété de sujets. C'est à la fois politique et ironique.🎸 Une écriture sans compromis, qui ne sera pas au goût de tous.
💥A new experience, between composing, writing a text, I got behind the microphone.🎤၊၊|၊ Electro rap à la sauce Carfeli.⋆｡°✩ It wasn't an easy exercise. 🎶I hope it will be pleasant to listen to (Even if I'm not going to make that many friends😅 ) As much as I enjoyed making it!🎸On the whole, it's a protest against current social problems on a variety of subjects. It's both political and ironic.🎸Uncompromising writing that won't be to everyone's taste.

"Parce que tu comprends" est sous licence CC BY-NC-SA 4.0© 2 par 6Carfeli6

Parce que tu comprends

Beautiful song written by DjSas. Soft drum. Song by Joy - Soar Like An Eagle 

[Verse]
Wings spread wide against the sky
Freedom calls and I reply
Majestic dreams and endless flight
In the morning and in the night

[Verse 2]
Fearless heart where courage stays
Faithful through the cloudy haze
Beauty seen in every dive
A spirit strong and so alive

[Chorus]
Wish I could soar like an eagle high
Touch the clouds and kiss the sky
Glide so smooth with no goodbyes
Free forever never shy

[Verse 3]
Grace in every gentle beat
Power flowing so discreet
Faithful to the winds so sweet
Unseen worlds beneath my feet

[Chorus]
Wish I could soar like an eagle high
Touch the clouds and kiss the sky
Glide so smooth with no goodbyes
Free forever never shy

[Bridge]
Up above the world so grand
Where dreams are gold and life expands
On currents of a fearless flight
In the day and through the night.

Soar_Like_An_Eagle

Sounds odd but I think I more or less agree with these lyrics. The "purpose" of life or for that matter anything is subject to interpretation. However i do think we spend far too much time and energy searching for a reason or purpose when one probably does not exist. Life is a wonderful accident. This distraction of searching for "meaning" distracts us I think from the practical task at hand: caring for each other and the planet.

lyrics
I walked through the woods on a sunny day
nothing on my mind to get in the way
I looked to my left,I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright
when I stumbled uopn something hard to explain
6 big trees in a circle so perfect
there HAD to be a reason
There HaAd to be a purpose
who could have done such a wonderous thing
Deep in the woods away from everything

As I left the trees and walked along
my eyes now firmly fixed on the ground
I didn't look left, I didn't look right
my ears had gone deaf,my eyes had gone blind
my mind was too full
my thoughts too profound
a circle? why a circle?
so perfectly round
what was the purpose?
A reason MUST be found

I kept walking with those trees on my mind
to my surprise what did I find
a big empty field of broken swords and shields
piles of bones of horses and men
a glorious battle here must have been
I saw 2 banners, one red and one blue
facing each other as the cold winds blew
one bright and proud of this I was sure
but now dull and tattered,ripped and torn
each of them stained with the blod of the other
I wonder who won this epic struggle

I picked up a skull and looked into the eyes
and started at the empty space inside
why did you fight? why did you die?
where is your gold? where ids your glory?
Is there no one left to ell your story?
what was the cause? what was the purpose? it must have been great to cause such carnage
but the forest was silent I heard no answer
there was no reason why
I thought of the circle I thought of the skull
so I left the clearing  with a step that was light
I looked to my left I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright

we work too hard sometimes it seems 
to give a purpose to everything we see
and no longer have to ask mysellf why?
now I can look up at the sky

the circle and the skull ( are we kidding ourselves??)

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my home, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wanna
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Cover Art: Cheetah Girl

All rights reserved

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Pop/Rock]

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock REMIX

The Funny Man Is Laughing With You

Accidental Love

Perspectives

On My Mind

edbl & friends – Jackson Mathod

Maybe It's Love (Bonus Track)

V1
Grand slam, thank you man
This is what I'm wanting to hear
You could have been kind of discrete
Instead of shouting in my ear

Wrapped in sugar coating with a topping of pure fear
That kind of stuff is just not getting near

V2
Grand slam, what's your plan
Who did you paralyse ?
Fed on insecurities
And waved it right in front of their eyes

Hell, it had no fury, that was just your thin disguise
Sold the dream but just in a different guise

Bridge
You invited me for tea, just me, just me
But through the dusty haze I could never make you see

V3
Bad plan, not your man
Everything you did was wrong
Lack of concentration, you knew it all along

Careful observation just failed to come along
Come on now we're going to sing your song

Grand Slam

🎧🎶Un texte sur le délicat sujet des abus et des violences, Simone de Beauvoir dit qu'il faut donner des os et de la chair aux personnages fictifs, mais quand la réalité dépasse la fiction, que reste t'il à imaginer ? Retour sur une époque antérieure en reflet à celle d'aujourd'hui...⋆｡°✩ (Le texte fait plus de 4000 caractères, je ne peux pas le publier.)
🎧🎶 A text on the delicate subject of abuse and violence, Simone de Beauvoir says that fictional characters must be given flesh and bone, but when reality surpasses fiction, what's left to imagine? A look back at an era that mirrored today's... ⋆｡°✩(The text is over 4000 characters long, so I can't publish it.)
Date de publication : 21 Avril 2025

Les peaux lisses

Moonlight

Collaboration
Check out Ramixjoe ♈︎ music
@josef-schweinzer

In Color -With Ramixjoe ♈︎

Ray and I improvised this song together, only not at the same time and not on the same continent. Go figure.

You can visit Ray here: https://soundcloud.com/user-364196783-552705040

Steady

“Butterflies are nature's angels. They remind us what a gift it is to be alive.” 
- Robyn Nola

Chasing Butterflies

On sort les guitares et les synthés ! 
- Roland Cloud Manager TR707
- Yamaha MODX6
- Yamaha CK88
- Yamaha Pacifica 812v (avec Electro Harmonix Monosynth)
- Yamaha Revstar 720b
Principalement

KX Studio 20250430 - Springer Song

Number three of Roger Quilter's "Five Shakespeare Songs" Op. 23, first published in 1921.

Piano by Helen Roberts

It's springtime, be fruitful and multiply ;). We hope you'll enjoy!

Lyrics ( by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), in "As You Like It", Act V, Scene 3)

It was a lover and his lass,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green corn-field did pass.
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crownéd with the prime
  In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.



It was a Lover and his Lass (Roger Quilter - with Helen Roberts)

open collab offer by Paploviante https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/phobos
... that spoke to me, so my sax addition and sound idea to this track !

Phobos by Paploviante / joerxworx sax remix

The axolotl named Julio Cortázar watches Julio Cortázar observing the axolotls swimming in the aquarium.
The sister tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-them-last-version and https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/this-is-us

Here the short background story:https://ambystoma.uky.edu/teachers_materials/axolitbook/AxolotlByJulioCortazar.html
Picture is from Pietro Corrao.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2025)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, May 1

Is this you? *

URBAN SOULS. is a mix of genres,Jazz and ambient, a walk through the maze of streets where each one reveals its soul....

URBAN SOULS. 🎧

Nouvelle vidéo - Saturninan song ! Version live à la Barraque auprès du feu ^^ 
https://youtu.be/fP69ovvmteU

Saturnian Song - video live in description

🎧 De retour dans le groove !
Un ancien morceau, publié il y a trois ans puis retiré, fait peau neuve.
Je l’ai retravaillé : mix plus net, sonorités plus présentes, et toujours ce petit côté jazzy qui me plait.
Batterie en rythme syncopé, basse en contre-temps, nappes de claviers et quelques habillages subtils pour une ambiance cohérente.
⋆｡°✩ Bonne écoute et bon voyage musical 🎶
🎧 Back in the groove!
This is an older track I released three years ago, then had to take down — but it’s back, refreshed and sounding better than ever.
I’ve given it a sonic polish: tighter mix, stronger presence, and that unmistakable jazzy vibe of mine.
Syncopated drums, off-beat bass, subtle keyboard layers and ambient touches all come together to shape a cohesive atmosphere.
⋆｡°✩ Hope you enjoy the ride 🎶
Gotta Go² est sous licence CC BY-NC-SA 4.0© 2 par 6Carfeli6
Date de publication : 6 mai 2025

Gotta go ²

Philippe Janin est l'auteur et l'interprète de cette chanson.

Ah, mais dis donc J.J. Cale !
D’où vient ce balancé d’enfer, 
Quel est ce délié super, 
Et cette simplicité hyper-hyper, 
Hyper sophistiquée
Je crois que t’as toujours su faire
Et j’aimerais tellement en faire autant 
Mais je ne suis pas né géant
Côté gratteux, j’suis une misère …

Tu peux la jeter à la mer 
Ta bouteille et atomiser
Le monde entier d’un accord, et 
Nous tuer d’un riff ternaire

On te jettera pas la pierre 
Si tu crois pouvoir nous lasser
Quand la boucle sera bouclée
Quand tout aura été joué
Okay, okay, okay, okay …
Mais continue !

Solo de  « trombone »

Ah, mais dis donc J.J. Cale !
Comment fais-tu pour faire autant
En semblant en faire si peu
Et comment faire de son mieux, 
Quand on est pas béni des Dieux ?
Pour toi tout semble si facile
Quand tu joues, mon âme vacille 
Sous tes soli si volatils
Côté gratteux, je me défile …

Tu peux la jeter à la mer 
Ta bouteille et atomiser
Le monde entier d’un accord et
Nous tuer d’un riff ternaire

Ah, mais dis donc J.J. Cale !

On ne te jettera pas la pierre 
Si tu crois pouvoir lasser
Quand la boucle sera bouclée
Quand tout aura été joué
Okay, okay, okay, okay,
Mais continue ! 

J.J. Cale (avec Philippe Janin)

WATER TO WINE
 
Words & Music: Goff Johnson
Vocals: Todd J McLean
Keyboards & Rhythm Guitar: Goff Johnson
Drums and Hammond Organ: Kat Hendrix
Lead Guitar: Tim Porter
 
Mixed and Mastered by Kat Hendrix at Absolute Time Studios, Vancouver, May 2025
 
About the Song

"Water to Wine" is a song about the appeal of perfection we often see online, contrasted with the seemingly unremarkable and ordinary lives that most of us lead. It’s a reflection on the emotional toll that comes from chasing validation through likes and follower counts— and the emptiness that can follow when the spotlight fades.

Our value, though, goes far deeper than what shows up on a screen and authenticity holds more power than appearances. Take a deep breath and if we look up from the scroll and take a brave look at the world — and each other — we might find something much more real!

Behind the Song (from Goff Johnson)

Ironically, while the message of the track talks about isolation and the cost of surface-level connection, the making of Water to Wine was the exact opposite of that! It came to life through collaboration with the incredibly talented Todd J McLean, who, in addition to his awesome vocals, and red-hot music connections, also created the cover art (Woman in Yellow Chair) for the track! The overall result is something far richer than either of us could have created alone.

Working together brought depth, direction, and new energy to the song — proof that the best things happen when we connect for real. No filters, just music, shared purpose, and mutual trust!

Final Notes (from Todd)

This is my first collaboration on SoundCloud. I could not have been more fortunate than to work with Goff Johnson, an immensely talented singer/songwriter/musician. When I first came across Goff, I listened to his entire Stories of Stardust album end-to-end and I was so impressed with this concept and significant body of work. I highly recommend checking it out on Goff’s SoundCloud page. https://soundcloud.com/goff-johnson/sets/stories-of-stardust?si=9db35566a42747b9b63a5780334f67ea&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Although Water to Wine is not part of Goff’s Stardust series, it is nonetheless a beautifully written song and it’s been a privilege for me to sing it. Besides, I love to sing the Blues. Thank you so much, Goff!

We owe a huge shout-out to both Kat Hendrix, a master musician and our producer, and Tim Porter, a virtuoso on guitar. It is a real privilege to work with these West coast legends.

Lyrics: 

Verse 1
Someone wrote a playbook for perfection 
with lives of photo ops, their outtakes seldom seen 
today a star, the next you’re a pariah 
“Be Kind” they say, but that ain’t what they mean 
 
Chorus: 
Well I never watched the water turn to wine, 
and i never took a flower out of the desert, 
but i walked until my feet bled, and I looked until I was blind, 
and I reached out for a hand to hold in mine 
 
Verse 2 
Well there’s nothing quite as quiet as “the silence” 
after fame has passed, so flashbulb fast, away 
and i wonder if it really makes a difference 
cos the next in line wait for their time, to shine but not to stay”

Chorus: 
Well I never watched the water turn to wine, 
and i never took a flower out of the desert, 
but i walked until my feet bled, and I looked until I was blind, 
and I reached out for a hand to hold in mine

Cover Art: Woman in Yellow Chair, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

Water to Wine

Cover Art: Wilhelm Grimm (left) and Jacob Grimm (right), portrayed by Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann (1855) PD-US
Music and Lyrics Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino

Hansel and Gretel were abandoned by their parents in the forest all alone.
They stumbled across a delicious looking candy-coated home.  A cannibalistic witch captured them and put them in a cage. Those were the kind of stories they used to tell children at a young age.

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty and things were not going fine 
We had to sanitize the stories because our modern stomachs are weak
And you’ll get in trouble if you read a book to kids, and it makes them shriek

Three little pigs were in a brick house trying really hard to survive 
The big bad wolf came down the chimney, fell in a pot of water and was boiled alive.
Cinderella’s stepsisters wanted to marry the prince, but they couldn’t fit into her shoes so they chopped off their heels and toes because they had so much to lose 

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty, and things were not going fine 
Little Red Riding Hood in the bedroom with a wolf dressed in human clothes.
Wondering why her grandmother had sharp teeth and a snout instead of a nose. Jack climbed the beanstalk, there was a giant who wanted to grind up his bones and make some bread. He stole the magic harp and the hen that laid golden eggs and the giant ended up dead

There’s days when you want to take a sheet of tin foil and stick it in your baseball cap
To keep all those negative thoughts from getting in your head and making you a miserable chap
Did it all start when you were a child, and your mother read you that bed time story that perhaps in retrospect may have been a bit too dark and gory

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty and things were not going fine 
Now we environmental devastation, nuclear weapons and milk that might have bird flu
Just turn on the news you don’t need a fairy tale to put the fear of God in you
But if you take away all the parts that are dark, sick twisted and gory. 
Do you have anything left that actually resembles a good story.
***
Vocals and backing vocals -  Joe Stroffolino 
Guitars - Joe Stroffolino ( 2 Strumming tracks: Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire and I picking track:Taylor114ce)
Bass, Saxophone, Horns: PG Music Real tracks
Piano andi Strings: PG Music and Native Instruments
Drums: EZ drummer 3
Recorded, mixed and mastered with Logic Pro 11

The Brothers Grim

Violet Fields is a song about conflicted lovers who coexist in harmony in a violet parallel universe.

Lyrics

Verse 1
There's an angel in me that can't get to my heart
My mind won't allow this love above
Don't listen to her she's witchy, they say
She'll unravel your soul with her enchanting ways

Chorus 1
True love sings to me from violet fields
Will you come listen to me
Beyond this earth we'll be free

Verse 2
Violet you must be the angel in me
From violet fields we see
Help me to see, what we can be
Come through the dark veil to me

Bridge and Chorus 2
In the violet, in the violet, I can be with you
In the violet, in the violet, I can be with you
My true love sings to me from violet fields
Will you come listen to me
Beyond this earth we'll be free

Verse 3
The angel in me is close to my heart
The world may say she's not okay
She is good to me and together we'll be
When we kiss the world makes sense

Bridge and close
In the violet, in the violet I can be with you
In the violet, in the violet I can be with you
Violet I hear you now
You and I know how to love

Lyrics by Wayland Stephens and Mary Pothanikat

iTunes-Violet Fields

Violet Fields

Lizzie kindly agreed to add her beautiful vocals to this song, we hope that you like this latest collaboration.
Please go over and listen to more of Lizzie's gorgeous songs. @taylor-pentland

Undercurrent  (With Lizzie Taypen)

Breathe the light, soft on the sea
Dive where the sky empties
No more words are needed, only this sound
The sun is silent, the water is long

The wind is soft, the air tastes of salt
Paths without a trace, in a golden glow
The waves tell of things that pass
But everything remains if we simply stand

Sun and sea, a silent gaze
Colors flow, return
No goal, no plan, only this moment
Which calls itself like a distant promise
Sun and sea... between light

The evening falls, the hours pass
Shadows move gently, creating worlds
When I lose myself in the sound of the sea
I myself become wind and idea

Sun and sea... between light
A breath, a shimmer, a silent weight

Sun and Sea

🤍🎶Cette chanson que j’ai écrite à partir du livre « Mon zèbre s’est tué » écrit par Hélène Decherf-Défossez, un texte clamé à plusieurs voix lors d’un salon littéraire, qui ne pouvait pas rester dans un tiroir.✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ J’ai voulu lui donné une autre dimension en composant une musique à partir de la voix de Nina pour renforcer le dialogue entre une mère et un fils.⋆｡°✩ Le dernier tableau est la vie qui s'en va...
🤍🎶This song was inspired by the book "Mon zèbre s’est tué" by Hélène Decherf-Défossez. Originally performed as a spoken word piece by multiple voices at a literary event, it was a text that couldn’t stay in a drawer.✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I wanted to give it a new dimension by composing music around Nina’s voice, to deepen the dialogue between a mother and her son. ⋆｡°✩The last scene is life fading out…
Mon Zèbre © 2025 par 6Carfeli6 est sous licence CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
Date de publication : 28 mai 2025
Texte : 
[Verse 1]
J’aurais aimé te le dire encore,
Te prendre un instant dans mes bras,
Te voir viser un nouveau record,
Et rire un peu, comme autrefois.
Tu partais léger, globe-trotteur,
Les capitales au bout des doigts,
Chaque instant vécu à toute heure,
Ivresse de vivre, pleine de joie.
[Verse 2]
Pendant ce temps, je tenais mon rôle,
À éveiller, former, tendre la main.
C’est dur parfois, quand la foule s’affole,
De rester humain, de garder le lien.
Tant se perdent dans des malentendus,
Des mots trop lourds ou mal lancés.
Moi non plus, je n’en suis pas exclue,
Combien d’amitiés sont effacées…
[Chorus 1]
La vie parfois ne tient qu’à un fil,
Par confiance ou bien par insouciance,
On prend la route, désir subtile,
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Verse 3]
Je m’évade souvent quand je pense à toi,
À tes silences, à ton monde sans nouvelles.
J’invente des routes, des éclats de joie,
Des souvenirs posés comme des aquarelles.
Parfois j’espère, un peu candide,
Que tu penses à moi, quelque part.
Dans un miroir, un soir limpide,
L’écho discret de ce qu’on partage. 
[Verse 4]
J’ai compris que tu es à Lisbonne ! 
J’aurais parié sur Barcelone.
J’te jure, mon cœur s’est un peu serré,
Trop de silence, trop de temps passés…
Tu m’as dit rendez vous, samedi 
Tu passes avant voir ta chérie.
T’as juste une chose à faire, une dinguerie,
Et pour tes vingt ans, ce sera la folie ! 
[Chorus 2]
At times, life hangs on just one thread,
In trust too deep, or light mischance,
We walk a path where dreams have bled,
Then slip away, lost in the dance. 
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Outro]
La vie est un risque, c’est aussi ce qui la rend belle,
Chaque instant partagé cache une fragilité.
On cherche à briller, à faire des étincelles,
Portés par le vent, parfois sur le fil.
On avance, guidés par nos propres éclats,
À vouloir tout vivre, tout comprendre ici-bas.
Et c’est peut-être là, tout à la limite du vertige,
Qu’on se demande soudain : qu’est-ce qui nous dirige ?
[Chorus 1]
La vie parfois ne tient qu’à un fil,
Par confiance ou bien par insouciance,
On prend la route, désir subtile,
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse. 
[Chorus 2]
At times, life hangs on just one thread,
In trust too deep, or light mischance,
We walk a path where dreams have bled,
Then slip away, lost in the dance. 
Et sans le voir, on quitte la danse.

Mon Zèbre

Special thanks to Ashesndreams for her acappella

Lyrics :
Baby no me pidas que me aparte
Yo ya te he buscado en todas partes
Solamente vengo a recordarte que estoy
Imaginandote
Una y otra vez
Que tu estas aqui conmigo
Acariciandome
No seas timido
Dejate querer
Que si dudas te prometo
Que vas a volver

No tengo miedo
Soy un kamikaze
Mi imaginacion se prende con lo que me haces
Diario yo te pienso
Te tengo en mis suenos
Eres el motor para escribir todos mis versos
No te voy a mentir te quiero todo pa mi

IMAGINANDOTE. 🎧.  feat  Ashesndreams

A little bit of tropicana to warm up a cold damp UK afternoon!
Thank you always for your kind reposts plays and playlists!!!

Primavera

Many people have many pasts, and I'm sure there are things that are painful and still drag on today. I think those things, including fun things, make up people's world and universe. Sometimes we daydream about them and feel them, but when we come back to ourselves, what emotions do we feel? Thanks for your interest in my music. And you are a good person for reading here :)

universe of the mind

Salut, voici Malina, mon nouveau titre en solo joué lors d'une session live au hangar de la Barraque à Mirepoix (09)
https://youtu.be/WVCQL9tapCw

Le morceau (version studio) est disponible sur toutes les plateformes 
(Les deux versions sont sur le bandcamp uniquement)
https://music.imusician.pro/a/20XDbO__

Mathieu Torres est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Merci Enormément à Stéphanie Artaud #dirtinthewind pour la prise de vue

Malina Live - Video in description

Spleen Time

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Voici le n° 4 des Feillets d'automne. Ici, le piano suit le voyage d'une feuille emportée par le léger tourbillon d'une  brise d'automne : on y suit ses envols, entrecoupés d' arrêts, jusqu'à sa descente finale au sol

Emportée par le vent

No More Words

Did you ever fear the blank page ? i often do !

Shut up and play !

When doubt suddenly grips me
a blank page
not a single note
my head falters
and then everything freezes

When suddenly the desire eludes me
I can't find the words for my chords
there's no point in lying to myself

Then comes
despair
I can't even move my fingers anymore
I'm really just doing anything
but sometimes I still hear a little voice
that near me
whispers softly
Shut up and play!

When giving it all up is tempting
yes, it's silly
I agree
but I can't help it when it haunts me
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Tais Toi Et Joue ! (Translated)

Murder My Heart~micheal Bolton [Kaiyo Ft. Kaimau Island Reggea Cover]

Georgia On My Mind

🎧 🇬🇧 Hi there!  
I compose, record & mix at home, just for the joy of it. Each track takes 35 to 85 hours of passion.  
I don’t sell my music. My reward? A listen, a like, a share 🙏   Music without borders  🎵 Peace, Freedom, Creation.✌️

🎧 🇫🇷 Salut !  
Je compose, j’enregistre, je mixe à la maison pour le plaisir. Chaque morceau me prend 35 à 85 h de passion. Je ne vends pas ma musique -> Ma récompense ? Une écoute, un like, un partage 🙏  Musique sans frontière🎵 Paix, Liberté, Créativité ✌️

🎧 🇪🇸 ¡Hola!  
Compongo, grabo y mezclo en casa, solo por placer.  Cada tema me lleva entre 35 y 85 horas de pasión.  No vendo mi música, Mi recompensa? Una escucha, un like, un compartir 🙏 
Música sin frontera  🎵 Paz, Libertad, Creación.✌️

Gotta go ²

✨6Carfeli6🤟