quando bailamos
o mundo pára por nós
levitamos sobre água
nunca mais estaremos sós

entre os passos que se repetem
sinto o teu calor em mim
poderia bailar contigo
levitar até ao fim  

baila minha ilusão
há tanto entre nós
se eu grito o teu nome em coro
nem ouves a minha voz

por cima do oceano
gaivotas me vêm contar
que viram o teu corpo nú
numa praia a bailar

O Teu Nome Vem na Brisa (Mazurka)

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

A Wolf's Night - Live @ CCM Nice

Small Hands (Keaton Henson Cover)

Always You

Fountain of Youth

Bass Solo / Group Tapping

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

The Wayfarer:

There's more to getting lost,
than just vanishing.

It's a trick of the mind,
an illusion.

Just brambles and thorns way ahead.
Behind all the things we can't stare at.

Oh, it's hard to find yourself,
when everything is crumbling down around you.

Oh, look at everyone else,
They're looking like their lives are running perfect, 
not like you.

You wanted to disappear,
inside the magician's hat.

But now you're coming near,
to just waste your time with us,
the white rabbits.

You faked your own death,
for them to believe you were gone.

And now inside your coffin,
you think "what have I done, to deserve this?"

There's so much all around,
to be found.

It's a mystery world that we live in,
the sound of the wolves,
lonely hounds,
can speak of the things,
you are bound to.

Oh, it's time to go back home,
and tell your father all the little details of beauty.

Oh, the journey has been long,
but following the crumbles that fell out of you, 
you find it.

The Wayfarer.

The Wayfarer

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

We Fall:

I fall through the ground,
like I'm drowning in a sea of grass.

I stumbled at the death of love,
and it's not a pretty sight to see.

The colours have all disappeared,
And left a trail of lingering.

You fall, by my side,
Cos' you failed me,
Like I did to you.

It's not like we'll meet down here,
it's been miles and miles away.

This fate is all that's left to cry,
and try to climb out.

We cease to exist,
When there is nothing to be said again.

And words just fall out of the edge,
they melt in our mouths.

Their meaning can't be understood,
Just leave them be.

And now, it's the end.
We turn our backs and leave in silence.

You don't look back, and I don't care.
That's how distant we feel. 

The path is long, we'll meet again.
Just to say goodbye.

We Fall

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

Tell Me Lies:

A cloudy gloomy sky will chase me,
following the rotation of the earth, 
when you're not with me.

And all the problems that I know,
will fade into a single shade of gray,
because you don't stay.

And I know the world is beautiful,
but how can it be beautiful,
after you disappear?

Tell me all the lies you want,
and maybe I'll believe them one day.

And maybe you're confused alright,
but I still deserve to listen to the words,
that you keep inside.

And babe, our story is beautiful,
how did it turn into something,
none of us, fully understands?

And I know the world is beautiful,
but how can it be beautiful,
after you disappear?

Tell me all the lies you want,
and maybe I'll believe them one day.

Keep feeding me your sweetness,
but I really hate the bitter aftertaste,
that comes with the absence of your kiss.

And it kind of breaks my heart to know,
I love you so, and you do love me too,
but promises don't last.

And I know the world is beautiful,
but how can it be beautiful,
after you disappear?

Tell me all the lies you want,
and maybe I'll believe them one day.

And I daydream of the day,
that you'll be mine and I can feel you once again,
your body, soul and heart.

But that day seems so far away,
that dreams become like ashes in the wind,
sad sparks of burning love.

And I know the world is beautiful,
but it could be more beautiful,
if only you were mine.

Tell me all the lies you want,
But I'm a fan of truth, 
you know I'll wait.

Tell Me Lies

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

The Village:

He reached a place so full of all these lights,
and all the people stopped their daily fights.

They looked at him as if he was an angel,
and felt a sadness like it was their own.

He realised that this was like his home,
that everyone around was full of love.

And he hugged the first of them that came before them,
and all of them were happy to exist.

Ohhh, it's just a dream.
Ohhh, it's fiction, not real, not me.

And in this place the Wolfboy realised,
That everything in life has many sides,
Just like these people standing right before him,
So varied, so rich in every way.

The old man took a step into his eyes,
And found out that there was more than just a sad boy.
He held his face against his crippled shoulder,
And Wolfboy just cried and became colder.

Ohhh, it's just a dream.
Ohhh, it's fiction, not real, not me.

And maybe it's not a dream,
They're so real, the things he's seen.

It's like an illusion, but after the storm,
it's simplicity he feels.

His heart turned to blazing light,
His feet lifted from the ground.

And through his ascension the people were too,
in flames with their purest smiles.

And this is the end of all,
Winter, spring, summer, fall. 

He finally found his place,
among the whole human race.

The Village

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

The Roman Empire:

It was once an empire, 
The Romans.

They had a great empire, 
The Romans.

It fell down,
collapsed.

All their stones, 
turned to dust.

He was once a great man,
Mahatma.

He was once a great one,
Beethoven.

They're all gone,
they died.

They're six feet,
underground.

It was the edge of technology,
Sputnik.

It was once the final frontier,
into space.

It came down,
ten thousand feet per second.

Its remains,
at the bottom of the sea.

It was a great love, 
ours.

We lived for each other,
our souls touched and danced in the air.

Now you don't even know me,
and you say the same words to someone else.

You stroll through the places,
that once were our own.

And no thought about me,
comes up.

Nothing stays forever. Everything goes, everything goes.

Only memories remain. 

Until the wind blows them away.

The Roman Empire

All songs recorded at a concert for the Concert Chez Moi association in Nice, France, in a living room somewhere around Jean-Medecin. Recorded with a FUJIX100S sound input.

Conference of the Wolves:

This forest is alive,
Just look into the dark,
And see their shiny eyes,
Burning like a fire.

There's no use going back,
I've covered up the tracks,
So no one, 
Could follow me,
So far.

I've hidden from the wolves,
they've gathered in my home,
and now I found them back,
eating from inside.

They stare right at my face,
They know it's not my place,
They're lonely just like me.

The conference of the wolves,
Has come to my front door,
Their hunger is my faith.

Conference of The Wolves

as a multi-instrumentist and cross-genre musician, I mostly focus on instrumental ambient music. 
my first solo project - which has recently been baptized as 'the beauty of not breathing' - started as an attempt to create some post-rock, instrumental music loosely based on my idols : godspeed you! black emperor, mogwai, sigur rós and every other post-rock geniuses who led me to this path. it also draws inspiration from the sea, its greatness and loneliness. in this project i played the electric guitar and other instruments.
later, i decided to take a softer approach on ambient instrumental music, and experiment with other instruments. in 'monolith landscapes' i took on the trumpet, english concertina, glockenspiel, and other instruments in order to give sound to Italo Calvino's masterpiece 'The Invisible Cities'. each song tries to describe one of Calvino's imaginary cities.
right now i'm focusing on acoustic folk songwriting, in a project which is still unnamed, but will soon present itself to you, listeners and friends.

hope you enjoy my music. 

best regards,

christian.



christianmarques

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