I love this poem. I love Wordsworth`s poetry, and I love your poetic music, so wonderful pure and so lovely

Texte dit et écrit par La Gazelle (https://soundcloud.com/amandine-esno.)
Musique HyLGZ22 (https://soundcloud.com/user-618736932) et Damga.

Black Keys Seductive Harmonies

Black Keys Seductive Harmonies (La Gazelle, HyLGZ22 & Damga)

Raindrops falling in my cup
Coffee morning just woke up
Reasons mattered before time stopped
No one travelled and no one shopped
No you never got in line
Never stopped on a dime
You always wanted just to sing
Circled around and tied the ring. 

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

Won’t see the light of day
Could barely repeat refrain
Counting all the money you spend
On nothing more than a big fat hen

Desensitized by karma dreams 
A prickly place to hide the seams
Reaching out to another brain
Trading riffs that last through days…

It always will grow
Is there a way I don’t know?
The garden’s got seed
A wind full of breeze…

A Prayer for the Dying

The soils above [demo]

A song about how I came to learn to play the guitar and start to write songs. I am very sorry for the poor sound. But at the moment I can only record with my phone. That's why I have to play the song in one go. The drums are just the built-in drum accompaniment of my amplifier, which I switched on in this song after the first chords. I will buy an audio interface and try to find a DAW (free or not too expensive) - if you know a free one, you can send me a PM.
One day I will manage to get a better sound, I am sure! But for the first songs, only all live-played with the drums from my amp recorded via phone, since I cannot do more at the moment. Perhaps some like it nevertheless? I am a bit excited about pulishing my first track here...
Since someone asked for the lyrics:

Motörhead is dead
A song called Ramones brought me to them
In my girlsroom I learned to play the guitar
I knew that I would not get very far
When my teacher told us, Motörhead is dead
I wanted to find out the music they made
The music was so fast, the sound was so hard
A song called Ramones brought me to them
Another great band
A second hand guitar, amp from my brother, too loud for my mother
In my girlsroom, on my bed, with headphone on, guitar in hand
With every chord I felt more alive
Motörhead and the Ramones became my drive
I plug in my amp and turn on the sound
Playing Motörhead so loud
With Motörhead my journey had begun
Now I write songs one by one
I learn how to rock and run
And Motörhead lives on and on and on and on

Motorhead Is Dead

Fading Memories

Everything In Love

Once We Were Divine

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A mix of light and shade, Modulate Me is a Darkwave / Triphop soundtrack set to a steady mix of downtempo electronic / industrial beats. Droning wavy bass and rhythmic bass are married with dreamy guitars, celestial synths and abstracted samples. The track progresses to a final countdown, spoken by Buzz Aldrin on the Apollo 11 Lunar mission in 1969.

Modulate Me

PHUNK

Inspired by the final lines from the poem Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

"The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."



Intimations: A Prelude

Jupiter

MASERPAN - Love Repair

“A painter paints pictures on canvas but musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -  Leopold Stokowski

A member of Cellar Door which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music." (Peter Kreeft, Philosophy of Tolkien)

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