J'ai écrit et composé ces 9 chansons que 9 interprètes de talent ont bien voulu interpréter.

9 chansons, 9 interprètes

Avec cette bossa, on se laisse porter par la voix si mélodieuse de Mylène @mylenenelym .

Au bord de l’étang,
là, je me détends
profitant de l’instant.
Les nuages qui passent
peuvent laisser des traces.
Moi, j’écoute chanter le vent.

Au pied du vieux chêne,
je n’sens plus mes chaînes.
Y’a le rêve qui m’attend…
Je me laisse aller,
seule dans la vallée,
un brin d’paille entre les dents.

Là, je me ressource.
Ce n’est plus la course.
J’ai oublié le temps.
L’insouciance est belle,
me crie l’hirondelle.
Moi, j’écoute chanter le vent.

Au bord de l'étang (avec Mylène)

Jean-François Kermarrec (https://soundcloud.com/baie-des-anges#:~:text=Param%C3%A8tres%20et%20plus-,baie%20des%20anges,-jean%2Dfran%C3%A7ois%20KERMARREC) est l'interprète de cette chanson.

L’heure est venue de ton réveil
Le chagrin n’est pas éternel
Je te dis ça comme un conseil
Pas solennel mais paternel
Ton accent chantant de Marseille
Saura charmer les demoiselles
Pour se chauffer à ton Soleil
Elles joueront bientôt des prunelles

Ton cerveau n’est plus bien oxygéné
Il ne peut plus apprécier l’air du Temps
Tu es depuis trop longtemps en apnée
Respire à fond la fleur de tes vingt ans

Je sais très bien que tu as mal
Pourtant tu dois tourner la page
Tu dois retrouver le moral
Etre libre a ses avantages
Ainsi la vie te sourira
Comme je te souris aujourd’hui
Et dans quelques mois tu diras
Mon père me l’avait bien prédit

D'un père à son fils (avec Jean-François Kermarrec)

La voix de Christian Braut (Monsieur Gontrand) donne tout son charme à cette valse surréaliste.

Les mots que j’enchaîne sont sans sens
Et quelque soit leur quintessence 
La seule chose qui vraiment m’importe
C’est le costume sonore qu’ils portent

Tous les mots sont des Arlequins
Je ne veux en exclure aucun
Du mot mollusque au mot requin
Du Mohican à l’Algonquin

La forme a supplanté le fond
Le puits des Poètes est profond
Et tous les mots sautent au plafond
Quant au puriste... En larmes il fond !

Une pluie de mots s’abat sur moi
Mais je vais devoir faire un choix
Du Mozambicain au Gaulois
Sont-ils taillés pour cet emploi ?

Pour étancher ma soif d’ivresse
Je bois les yeux de cette tigresse
J’avance vers elle et la caresse
Sans que jamais elle ne m’agresse

La forme a supplanté le fond
Le puits des Poètes est profond
Et tous les mots sautent au plafond
Quant au puriste... En larmes il fond !

Du Mohican à l'Algonquin (avec Monsieur Gontrand)

Merry belated Christmas to all.
Due to a little indulgence this year this track is a little late being released 
I hope you enjoy.
Music,composition,arangement,mix and production ... Pablo.

Santa's Toyshop

Santas Toyshop

Words & Music by Netta&McGill; a wee tune that came together while visiting in Brisbane :)

If Only

Merci à Charlotte Couleau pour la très belle interprétation de cette chanson.
https://www.youtube.com/@CharlotteCouleau/videos
Cette chanson a été masterisée avec Dolby Clear Sky.

Elle s’app’lait Victoire
Mais fut sa défaite
Il trinque à sa gloire
Elle était parfaite
Superfétatoires
Seraient les remords
Il siffle au comptoir
Des verres d’alcool fort

Il squatte le trottoir
Grille des cigarettes
Espérant la voir
Sur sa bicyclette
Parfois sa mémoire
Vient le taquiner
L’aidant à pouvoir
Se l’imaginer

Pour la p’tite histoire
Ça fait belle lurette
Que mourut Victoire
Sur sa bicyclette
Depuis ce sale soir
Règne dans sa tête
Un grand désespoir
Une peine à perpète

Victoire (avec Charlotte Couleau)

Merci à Maï d'avoir si bien interprété cette chanson.
https://mytremamusic.com/

Les boucles d’oreille d’Eve
En forme d’attrape-rêves
Sont des porte-bonheurs
Qui tranquillisent son cœur
Deux cercles de vermeil
Comme des petits soleils
Aux rayons lumineux
Porteurs de perles bleues
Les boucles d’oreille d’Eve
Mènent au Pays du Rêve

Ces fausses toiles d’araignée
Font quelques prisonniers
Bloquant les idées noires 
Laissant passer l’espoir
Sur les plumes glissent alors
L’esprit du réconfort
L’énergie positive
Et tout ce qui motive

Eve s’invente des racines
Ainsi elle s’imagine
Etre une Amérindienne
Au fin fond de la Vienne
Les boucles d’oreille d’Eve
En forme d’attrape-rêves
Sont des porte-bonheurs
Qui tranquillisent son cœur
Les boucles d’oreille d’Eve
Mènent au Pays du Rêve

Les boucles d'oreille d'Eve (avec Maï)

I don’t think I’ve ever cried this much while making a song. And knowing the story it’s built on? That made it even harder.
See if you can make it to the end without feeling anything.

Earthgirl is about a woman who flees to a small town, carrying the unbearable weight of a past she can’t speak aloud. To outsiders, she seems strange—always tense, private, off-kilter. But what they’re seeing is alienation—an emotional exile she’s built around herself to survive. Underneath it all, she’s running from a relationship marked by stalking, rape, and attempted murder, and the heartbreak of secretly terminating a pregnancy to save her own life and future —on the night of a full moon.

Lyrics:

You bash at the piñata of my mind,
To get the goodies deep inside.
The truth was always hard to find.
considering I always lied.

I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not a nice girl.

I dry my laundry in the rain.
I look away to hide my stain.
You say that everyone's the same.
But no one understands my pain.

They say I came from sky and flame.
That I arrived without a name.
I spoke in rhymes, out of tune.
And wept beneath a cruel moon.

I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not an Earthgirl.
An outta this world girl.

The gravity bends my mind,
and the past I try to hide.
My shoes are stitched with luck and wine.
Still I walk, and try to fly.

My brains a box of steel,
It hums to keep me sealed.
I dream in static, sharp and raw,
and my skin starts to crawl.

I'm not an Earthgirl.
I'm not an Earthgirl.

They say I crashed from sky and shame.
A spark that never learned her name.
I blink too slow, I breathe too soon.
I broke my heart beneath the moon.

And Earth is loud and it shakes my bones, and moves too slow.
But I grow limbs that bend.
And I’m not breaking. 
Not again.

I’m not an Earthgirl.
Still not an Earthgirl.
Still not an Earthgirl.

earthgirl

Verse1
Everything sparkles around,
And surprises everyone.
Hot nights all around in bright neon lights,
Cool, fancy cars just flying by,
Bad girls beckon passersby.
The casino's calling — come in for the night.

But I was brought here by fate,
To increase my wealth and state.
Drenched in smells of perfume, whiskey, and grass...
But now I'm lost,
My way back is crossed.
I fear this isn't the path I chose.
Here you can end up with no money or clothes

Bridge:
Temptations just in the air
Every glance a daring dare
The city's pulse beats with desire
Fueling hearts that plays with fire

Verse 2
Velvet ropes and private rooms,
Danger hides behind perfumes.
Whispers, laughter drift out there through the haze,
Silver chips fall down like the rain,
Cold hearts get broken for the gain
And no one here has seen the sunlight in days.

I was in search of a sweet dream
Now I’m stuck in a loop, And it no more seems 
Where the nights are long and the rules don't apply.
The thrill won't last,
It burns out fast.
You blink — and it all flies by.
You're just a shadow under this neon sky.

Bridge:
Only when night falls does life begin here.
Money and alcohol come into play — and I hear:
Chorus:
Welcome, all — everyone to our Sin City!
Visit all — every corner of Sin City!
You can win the jackpot, Then spend it with pleasure.
But I'm lost here, I'm wasting 
My time without measure.

The dice are rolling, stakes are high,
Another chance to live or die.
The city's lights blur truth and all of the lies,
Temptation's grip, a sweet disguise.
I chase the thrill, ignore the cost,
But in this game, I'm always lost, 
Where truth dies.

The drinks are strong, the nights don't end,
You trust no foe, you trust no friend.
The smiles are fake, the glitz is just some showy guise
They toast your fall with gleaming eyes
You’re sold a fleeting paradise.
But all that glitters masks the lies —
Where truth dies.

Bridge:
Temptations just in the air
Every glance a daring dare
Money and alcohol come into play — and I hear:

Chorus:
Welcome, all — everyone to our Sin City!
Visit all — every corner of Sin City!
Fortunes made and sudden lost in Sin City 
Chasing dreams I got trapped, 
I got lost in Sin City.

Sin City

After "Call On Me" another Demotrack in our series of "Lovesongs".. stay tuned.. there is more to come. 🎧
"I will be there" is one of my favorites. Hubert once again put all his vocal intensity and his skillful playing in this song. I am proud he achieved exactly the atmosphere I was hoping for. A tune full of confidence and desire when one suffers from drifting spiritually into darkness and there is someone to hold on to and  someone who is able to lift you up again.

Hubert Stytz:  music, all vocals
Pee Gee       :  lyrics

I will be there

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.m4a

This song is a message of support and encouragement emphasising the importance of hope, healing, and seeing the good that can come in life knowing that things can get better.

Lyrics:

What can you see
Everything’s right in front of me
You’ll see better in the morning

I’ll be there for you
I know that you’ll understand me too
I just wanted to tell you the right thing

I want your hopes to be high
Is there any way I can help 
Do you want to be somewhere else

When there’s lows or there’s highs 
I just want to be there to help
I wouldn’t want to be somewhere else

What can we do
Build up your hope to help you too
Its time to get on with the healing

I’ll do it for you 
Help you see what’s right in front of you
And you’ll feel better in the morning 

I want your hope to be high
Is there any way I can help 
Do you want to be somewhere else

When there’s lows or there’s highs 
I just want to be there to help
I wouldn’t want to be somewhere else

Hope to Help

I Won’t Ask You To Stay Alt Ver

This track is my very personal take at the Koan "Hear the Clap of your Hand". My lyrics version (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand-pp) might make things clearer. (yes, this is my sneaky strategy to guide you from one song to another :-))

Compositionwise, the track is roughly split into two equal parts. The first part introduces its cinematic theme in the very beginning, taking it thereafter up several times with slightly different accentuations and rhythms which gives it a fresh feel with different highlighted nuances in each repetition. Several interludes contribute to the cinematic feeling. 

The second part, starting @1.53 starts by a more Jazzy version of the main theme. However, from 2.20 onwards, it is very restricted in its harmonies - only two harmonies are used from thereon until the end, C major and C# major. The tension arises purely from the rhythmic changes (such as the shift from 4/4 to 3/4 @3.17 and back), climaxing at the end.

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Miniature)

Echoes of Pain - Demo

Je suis surtout compositeur et parfois parolier.
Merci à tous les interprètes qui mettent si bien en voix mes musiques.
Les arrangements sont faits à partir du logiciel Band-in-a-Box.

Les boucles d'oreille d'Eve (avec Maï)

Christian Devienne

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