Youssoupha VS The Weeknd (Dramantic Remix)

When you realize you missed the train...
Written, performed and recorded by Neli CoKo, 2025, all rights reserved.
Thank you for listening :)

Gone

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Wealth Costs The Wellness Of Saints

BASEMENT  MIX     ( Merry Christmas)

happy new year 2026

https://youtu.be/SVld8gckfF4

heavenly groove

panache

A cure for insomnia..... 😴

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Slumbersoft®

Old regrets resurfacing

Lyrics

don't remember 
don't remember
(i remember the hour)  
don't remember 
(i'm doing all I can)

it seems to take me too long to be 
(that's it)
oh it does seem
(shall i feel like i'm here) 
seems to be broken
(it overwhelms my senses)
always broken and peal away
(oceans form and fall a long long way) 
  
(is this love for the best)
and I don't even know 
if the feeling flows both ways 
such a long time ago
it's such a long time ago
(always the same by you)
I don't know

that faith
that smell
that smile 
that face

the smell  
the smile
that face

the smell  
the smile

and i don't blame you
i just blame me
i should have seen
the way I was 
the way I am now
it always were the way i was
it always seem to be

don't let it be
the last thing i do

A new song I just wrote. 

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That Smile

Vue sur mer  ( translated after French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/flteI1H-s1o
Texte: Muette et Alain
Musique: Alain Illos
J’ai longtemps confondu partir et m’évader
Et je changeais de ciel pour ne pas me lasser.
Je faisais mes valises avant de m’attacher,
Cherchant dans l’absolu un sens à inventer.
J’ai traversé des mers dont j’oubliais le nom,
Dormi dans des hôtels bien trop vastes pour mes rêves,
Les grandes villes me vendaient leurs promesses en carton,
Que je photographiais avec une sorte de fièvre .
On croit que le bonheur se cache dans ce qui brille,
Dans l’éclat du décor, dans le doux corps des filles.
On achète, on possède mais on devient aigri.
À force de chercher, le désir s’est enfui.
J’ai brûlé des amours à durée limitée,
Des promesses d’un jour destinées à sombrer,
Rêvant de pas errants qui deviendraient chemin
Mais on repartait vite, chacun son lendemain.
Dans une maison blanche ouverte sur la mer,
Avec des volets bleus battant au rythme des prières.
J’ai cru trouver l’amour, le nid qui va avec,
Une vue sur l’océan, un été un peu sec.
On croit que le bonheur se cache dans ce qui brille
Dans l’éclat du décor, dans le doux corps des filles.
On achète, on possède mais on devient aigri.
À force de chercher, le désir s’est enfui.
Aujourd’hui je regarde les jours passer lentement,
Je n’attends plus vraiment des sentiments parfaits,
Oubliés mes départs, mes brusques revirements,
J’apprends à rester là, et je m’en satisfais.
On croit que le bonheur se cache dans ce qui brille
Dans l’éclat du décor, dans le doux corps des filles
Je sais au fond de moi que ce qui me suffit,
C’est une vue sur parking balayé par la pluie
En noir et blanc.

Vue sur mer
For a long time, I confused leaving with escaping,
And I changed skies so as not to grow weary.
I packed my bags before settling down,
Searching in the absolute for a meaning to invent.
I crossed seas whose names I forgot,
Slept in hotels far too vast for my dreams,
Big cities sold me their cardboard promises,
Which I photographed with a kind of fever.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines,
In the glitz of the decor, in the soft bodies of girls.
We buy, we possess, but we become bitter.
By dint of searching, desire has fled.
I burned through short-lived loves,
Promises of a day destined to fade,
Dreaming of wandering steps that would become a path
But we quickly left, each to their own tomorrow.
In a white house overlooking the sea,
With blue shutters flapping to the rhythm of prayers.
I thought I had found love, the nest that goes with it,
A view of the ocean, a slightly dry summer.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines
In the glitz of the decor, in the soft bodies of girls.
We buy, we possess, but we become bitter.
By dint of searching, desire has fled.
Today I watch the days pass slowly,
I no longer really expect perfect feelings,
Forgotten are my departures, my sudden changes of heart,
I'm learning to stay put, and I'm satisfied with that.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines
In the glitz of the setting, in the soft bodies of girls
We buy, we own, but we become bitter.
By searching so hard, desire has fled.
Today I watch the days pass slowly,
I no longer really expect perfect feelings,
Forgotten are my departures, my sudden changes of heart,
I am learning to stay put, and I am content with that.
We believe that happiness is hidden in what shines,
In the glitz of the decor, in the soft bodies of girls.
I know deep down that what is enough for me
Is a view of a parking lot swept by rain,
In black and white.

Vue sur mer avec Muette

Winter Light On Morning Snow

The Clown Car’s Heading Toward the Cliff

A song about daily routines, average people, and the sense that something bigger might be going wrong in the background.
Recorded simply with voice and guitar.
No answers -  just observations.
Written, performed, and recorded by me.
***
Lyrics

An asteroid struck the earth and the dinosaurs disappeared,
And the only thing left to remind us are the bones they left behind.

You look up at those stars in the sky, it’s hard to imagine it’s just us,
But what if this is all there is in the universe.

The average person’s out of touch,
We know what we know, we don’t know much.
The clown car’s heading toward the cliff,
And you’re just an average working stiff.
You’re just a small cog in a big machine,
Going about your daily routine.
Verse 3
The cockroach in your kitchen, you sprayed him with a can of Raid,
As he lay on his back twitching, you considered giving first aid.

You go in for your yearly physical, they ask you to step on the scale,
It feels like taking a test that you already know you’re goana fail.

The average person’s out of touch,
We know what we know, we don’t know much.
The clown car’s heading toward the cliff,
And you’re just an average working stiff.
You’re just a small cog in a big machine,
Going about your daily routine.

There's a guy getting arrested  for shoplifting as you leave  Walmart
You're thankful you had enough  money to pay for all those items in your cart.

Sometimes you go to the zoo to see what the animals do,
’Cause it reminds you of how you feel when you go about your daily business.
You go to the dog pound, it’s a canine lost and found,
You wish there was something similar for two-legged hairless apes.

The average person’s out of touch,
We know what we know, we don’t know much.
The clown car’s heading toward the cliff,
And you’re just an average working stiff.
You’re just a small cog in a big machine,
Going about your daily routine.
And we're all trying to do the best we can.

The Clown Car’s Heading Towards the Cliff

producer / singer-songwriter
no AI
DAWs - in chronological order of use
garageband
bandlab
FL studio

panache

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