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DELIVERING THE NEXT WAVE IN MUSIC vol 1

Le morceau "Créatures magnétiques" est la suite du voyage synesthésique entrepris par Lendemains Versinthés dans cette période de confinement. Le mauve associé à la fugue rimbaldienne laisse place à une ambiance hallucinée teintée de rouge, surréaliste et envoûtante.

Accordéon, guitare, kalimba, clochettes, chant et texte : Amélie Boutet, avec une citation de la partie I des Champs magnétiques (Philippe Soupault / André Breton).

Enregistrement DIY et mixage : Ronan Grivault.

Créatures magnétiques

Le morceau "Outremer" est la suite du voyage synesthésique entrepris par Lendemains Versinthés. Les tonalités jaunes et oranges, libertaires et régénérantes, laissent place à la couleur bleue, qui inspire rêves et sérénité. Outremer est un clin d’œil à l’autrice Colette.

Guitare folk, clavinet, chant et texte : Amélie Boutet, avec un extrait du dernier ouvrage de Colette : « Le Fanal bleu ».

Enregistrement DIY et mixage : Ronan Grivault.

Outremer

Le morceau "L’heure verte" est la suite du voyage synesthésique entrepris par Lendemains Versinthés. La couleur bleue, qui inspire rêves et sérénité, laisse place aux tonalités vertes ambiguës, qui évoquent tantôt la renaissance, la nature ou la sorcellerie, tantôt le désordre et la déroute. L’heure verte est un clin d’œil à l’écrivain et voyageur suisse Nicolas Bouvier. 

Clavinet, percussions (maracas, bongos et bâton de pluie), sitar, accordéon, oud, basse, harpe, chant et texte : Amélie Boutet, avec un extrait des carnets de Nicolas Bouvier : « Le vide et le plein ».
Guitare folk : Ronan Grivault.

Enregistrement DIY et mixage : Ronan Grivault.

L'heure verte

@audiobake & @gothic-funk

MY DOG STEPPED ON A BEE
WHILE TAKING A LEAK AGAINST A TREE
THEN ADDING INSULT TO INJURY
ANOTHER ONE STUNG HIS PEE PEE

OH, PLEASE DON’T LAUGH AT TRAGEDY
THE POOR THING YELPED IN AGONY
SO I HAD TO THINK FAST HE WAS ON HIS LAST
BUT SUCKING OUT THE POISON CHANGED ME

TELLING PORKIES SO ABSURD
HER GIANT YORKIES PLANTED TURDS
THEIR SINISTER ATTEMPT TO FRAME HER
HOPING JOHNNY DEPP WOULD BLAME HER

SEEMS THESE TERRIERS FROM HELL
SEIZED THIS MOMENT TO REBEL
REPELLED, COMPELLED, THEY DID EXPEL
A MULTILEVEL FERAL POOP, ENOUGH TO FILL A BARREL

BUT JUST WHAT SORT OF QUADRUPED
WOULD SINK AS LOW AS THAT
I SAY IT WAS A BIPED, NOT A RABBIT, DOG OR CAT
ME THINKS IT WAS AN ACTRESS, AN AWFUL ONE AT THAT
WHO TOOK A SHIT AFTER A SPAT, NOW TALKING THROUGH HER HAT

BORDERLINE SHE CROSSED THE LINE
ACCELERATES HER OWN DECLINE
IGNORES THE WARNINGS AND THE STOP SIGN
HISTRIONIC NARCISSIST, SHE DOES IT ALL THE TIME

HEARD SHOULD NOT BE SEEN OR HEARD
BUT WILL SHE LISTEN, NO SHE WON’T
MORE LIES POUR OUT, EACH MORE ABSURD
SHE’S NEVER STUCK FOR THE WRONG WORD

MY DOG STEPPED ON A BEE

Personally, I think this is one of best instrumentals I've done, but so far, haven't found many who are impressed by it!

PEDO PREACHERS (LOCK EM UP FOR LIFE)

Mix/Master: Woods Studio
https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio

Thoughts on overthinking
And I’ve done my share
A ton of overthinking
Often too much to bear
I wrestle away but never come out on top
Body exhausted but brain won’t stop

Looking back
As I’m wont to do
I can track
All this to you
Been trying to understand what went wrong
For so long

Overthinking rules me
I can’t break free
It’s myself that fools me
Into thinking I see
A line of thought that’ll lead me out
Of a mess of regrets, around a wall of doubt
There’s plan A
All the way to Zed
Bouncing round
Inside my head
I grab one and it splits into three

If I could see a future nearing
One with you appearing
That’s what I have sought
And without another thought I’d volunteer/ would decide
So please appear/To take that ride

And when I’m at the point of collapse
About to burn out my last synapse
To restore my mental state
Just once more I contemplate
A simple life lived simply by your side
It’s the one option I haven’t tried
It sure would be fun - not having lots
Of overthinking thoughts

Sexagenarian Vol III

Thoughts On Overthinking

HEY MR SERIAL KILLER
YOU SHOULDN’T BE ALONE TONIGHT
WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT ME
PICTURE ME IN BLACK AND WHITE

SHE WANTS TO BE YOUR NIGHTMARE
TEACH YOU ALL ABOUT DELIGHT
SO RUN YOUR NOSFERATU FINGERS
THROUGH HER BLOODSTAINED HAIR
BEFORE ANOTHER ONE DIES OF FRIGHT

AS UNDER HER BREATH
SHE WHISPERS “ANGEL OF DEATH”
YOU TIGHTEN YOUR GRIP
‘TIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT

SERIAL KILLER
SERIAL DREAMS
SERIAL LOVERS
SERIAL SCREAMS

SURREAL MOMENT
IN THE REAL WORLD
THE STORIES ARE COUNTLESS
BUT NEVER TOLD

DON’T FUCK WITH MY HEAD
THE SOCIOPATH SAID
AND DON’T YOU SCREW
WITH MY FINELY TUNED PSYCHE

AS UNDER HER BREATH
SHE WHISPERS “ANGEL OF DEATH”
YOU TIGHTEN YOUR GRIP
‘TIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT

SERIAL KILLER
SERIAL DREAMS
SERIAL LOVERS
SERIAL SCREAMS

SURREAL MOMENT
IN THE REAL WORLD
THE STORIES ARE COUNTLESS
BUT NEVER TOLD

WANNA PLACE PENNIES ON YOUR EYES
AND CATCH YOUR TEARS WHENEVER YOU CRY
FOR AS LONG AS YOU’RE HERE I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND
I WILL HOLD YOUR HAND TO THE VERY END

IT’S LIKE A VOICE IN THE DISTANCE
I WANNA BE YOUR VICTIM
I YEARN TO BE YOUR SWEET SIXTEENTH

IT’S LIKE A VOICE IN THE DISTANCE
I WANNA BE YOUR VICTIM
TO SATISFY YOUR EVERY WHIM

WHILE COMMITTING ACTS OF WANTON SIN
HE THINKS OF WHAT TO DO WITH HER SKIN
DISPOSING OF THE BODY IN A LIFELESS LAND
SOMEWHERE WHERE THE SUNLIGHT IS THIN

SO RUN YOUR NOSFERATU FINGERS THROUGH HER BLOODSTAINED HAIR

BECAUSE YOU LOVE THE CHASE
YOU HAD TO SHOW YOUR FACE
GRIPPING, BURNING, FRYING, DYING
IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR

AND NOW YOU’RE ON YOUR WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE
PASSING FROM THIS LIFE, VICTIMS FLASHING BY
HEADING FOR A PLACE WHERE YOU CANNOT HIDE
PROVIDENCE DEVINE, NO ESCAPE, THOUGH YOU’LL TRY

AND YOU’LL TRY…

REVOLVING DOOR
GROUNDHOG DAY
ETERNAL CIRCLE
DOWNWARD SPIRAL

BACK FOR MORE
TIME TO PAY
PREQUEL GREY
BUT A DIFFERENT SEQUEL

HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO BE THE QUARRY, THE MEAL
IN YOUR VICTIMS HANDS
DO YOU YET UNDERSTAND?

THE SCREAMS YOU’RE HEARING
ARE YOUR SOUL DISAPPEARING
THIS IS FEAR, YOU ARE SAYING
SUDDENLY YOU ARE PRAYING

WE WANT TO BE YOUR NIGHTMARE
TEACH YOU ALL ABOUT F-RIGHT
TAKE YOU TO A PLACE CALLED NOWHERE
DROWN YOU IN ETERNAL NIGHT

WE WANT TO HER YOUR ETERNAL SCREAMS
FEAST UPON YOUR DESPERATE PLIGHT
CORRUPTING EVEN YOUR PEACEFUL DREAMS
TAUNTING YOU WITH THOUGHTS OF FLIGHT

WANT YOU TO FEEL WHAT WE FELT
MULTIPLIED TO INFINITY
TO SEE YOUR PERSONA IN AGONY MELT
LEAVING YOU WITH ONE BRIEF MEMORY

THAT FINAL MOMENT WHEN THEY PULL THE SWITCH
CHOKING ON PAIN; A WALL OF FEAR CLOSED IN
SMOTHERED CRY FOR HELP, SOMETHING TOUCHING YOUR SKIN
TSUNAMI-LIKE EMOTIONS AND THE FACES WITHIN

WE WHISPER UNDER OUR BREATH
WE ARE THE ANGELS OF DEATH
WE TIGHTEN OUR GRIP
TILL THERE’S NOTHING…LEFT

HEY, MR SERIAL KILLER

Watch the video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45vI5icluCU

Gothic Funk - music and percussion (open collab)
https://soundcloud.com/gothic-funk/from-ukraine-with-love-open-collaboration-5

Music, additional percussion & production by Hobocop: https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Vocals, lyrics by Cosmic Keanu and Hobocop

NOTE: Thanks for all the amazing feedback! We really appreciate it! If I don't answer back here, I'll be sure to repost, listen, and comment back on your tracks! (I've been having more and more issues lately with replying to comments. I'd like to get back to everyone if I could!)

Art by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics: 

Here we are, lost in haze
In an endless concrete maze
Working for our enslavement
nature giving way to pavement

Turn our back on truth
Our convenience is now a prison
Sold lies of a better tomorrow
Consumed by greed, promises hollow

Money's your God now

Hungry ghosts wail and moan
Believed the lies they were shown
Mouths agape at parlor tricks
Pied pipers’ lead to the river Styx

Forgot everything that’s come before
Bathed in the manufactured glow
Consuming all of our attention
cradle to grave their sole intention

We never take the time to ask
Who profits from our pain and lack
We watch others fall through the cracks
Our morals no longer intact

Black mirrors sell a vision
Improve our fallen condition
$19.99 for the golden calf
It’s half-off, better act fast

Slip down the evolutionary ladder
Brains shrink with each misstep
Sell our souls to get our kicks
How many skeletons got rich quick

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was free?

Babylon built brick by brick
Bad decisions wall us in
Search for the escape hatch
buried beneath mounds of scratch

We’ve reached critical mass
No attention span left to ask
Why the foundation is so cracked
Tipping point has been surpassed

Life valued less than common cents
Even our bodies have been lent
Ones and zeroes decide our fate
Plastic identity, totally fake

Sign on the dotted line 
Everything goes, name your price
Puppets dangle from golden threads
Souls gone, hearts of lead

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was...

Never enough to feed the beast
Consumes all for its feast
Never stops, feeds and feeds 
Belly bloated on all that breathes

We won’t stop until we reach
The highest peak of idiocy
Almost there, not much time left
We wallow in our lack of depth

There’s still time, we could say no
To this degenerate side-show
Turn back this broken clock
The door will open if we knock

Unless...

Money's your God now
You can have it all
Did you think that it was free?

Video

Money (Gothic Funk, Hobocop, Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

Apis Melifica  presente ' Charnu chemin ' de Benjamin Fontaine, auteur, compositeur, interprete et realisateur . 
Une version solo , ou presque de ' défiler des fieres fleurs '.
et le clip : https://youtu.be/pn_IcWHLQBw

Charnu chemin

Cyberpunk 2077 89.7 Growl FM entry
Watch the video on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb5nfV0iNgM

Music & Production by Hobocop: @metrocityrecords

Vocals & Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu

Lyrics: 

Surrounded by chaos, 
Heroic demise
It’s time – time to rise
Our names will live forever,
Forever out of time
Live for today
Join the final fight

Rise, samurai!
Blades slash through lies
As the bullets fly
Ignite the city of night 
This is our fight
There’s victory in death
If you know when to die

We walk the razor’s edge
With death by our side
We will never be alone
Forever out of time

Rise, samurai!
Tempered by our trials
With steel in our spine
Never bow to fear
Our names will never die
Ignite the city of night,
Join the final fight!

Rise, Samurai! (Hobocop & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

https://youtu.be/DxeaRLLWCeg

" Allez viens ! " en audio sur YouTube Music :
https://youtu.be/ymJIHu7UPoA

Lien pour télécharger le titre :
https://music.imusician.pro/a/Vc5kzmNP/

Musique : Arman Prod
Enregistré, mixé et masterisé aux AK Studios par Alexandre Roux

Retrouvez Kent-Zo sur :
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Apple : https://music.apple.com/fr/album/allez-viens-single/1766141442

Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/Kent-Zo-1840887702899675/
SoundCloud : https://soundcloud.com/kent-zo 
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Twitter : https://twitter.com/KENTZOOfficiel

© 2024 KAZAPART Productions 
Contact : prodskaza@gmail.com

#Dream #Truth #Heart #Boombap

Refrain (x1)

Allez viens que l’on parte loin 
Rejoins-moi pour que l’on soit enfin bien 
Quittons cette vie qui ne mène à rien 
Viens il existe un autre chemin 
Loin du chaos, des barreaux, du boulot, des bourreaux
Tout est faux viens !
Prends la main que je te tends
Il nous reste si peu de temps pour tout quitter dans l’instant
Comprends bien  
Que le temps n’est pas notre allié 
Par milliers des destins furent balayés, broyés 
Allez viens !
Mais ne te retourne pas sur tes pas
N’hésite pas comme ça
Allez viens !

Mais où veux-tu que j’aille 
Partout c’est la même 
Obligé de rentrer de la maille
Pour payer son bail 
La vie est une bataille 
Où l’État se taille 
La plus grosse part du gâteau
Tandis que sur la paille 
Les foyers se meurent 
La misère demeure
Y’a pas de légion d’honneur 
Pour les parents qui font preuve de grandeur 
C’est tendu à tout heure
Et y’a plus vraiment d’espoir dans nos cœurs 

Refrain (x1)

Mais que pourrais-je faire 
Quitter un enfer
Pour me retrouver en galère 
Dans une autre ville 
Un univers hostile 
Où ça survit par le deal comme ici 
Le Paradis n’est pas ici-bas
Je constate qu’on se tape plus
Qu’on s’épaule qu’on se frappe comme en taule 
Les halls sont des lieux
Qui polluent nos âmes 
Des pierres tombales
Qui n’arrêtent pas les balles 

Refrain (x1)

Mais comment peut-on s’enfuir 
D’un monde où s’en sortir  
Sans le moindre centime 
Est une chose impossible 
Les issues de secours sont condamnées 
Les sangsues, les vautours 
Ont fait de nous des damnés 
Nos vies sont fanées 
Nos rêves éliminés 
Par la froideur de la réalité
J’aimerais pourtant un nouveau décor
Mais je pense ne pas l’apercevoir avant la mort 


Refrain (x1)

Allez viens ! 
Allez viens !

Allez Viens ! (Arman Prod)

NOTICE: I DO NOT PAY FOR PROMOTION. EVER.

SPOTLIGHT: With "Half My Life" and "we get so lonely we could die," Sexagenarian Vol VI now has eleven of its planned 12 tracks. Check out the other five (5!) volumes of Sexagenarian as well. 

BIO: I started writing songs in high school (1969-1973!) and I've pretty much never stopped. These are mostly solo recording projects (my brother, Fog City Fogey, contributes sometimes).  I don't do much self-promotion, not a fan of Repost Exchange etc, so all of you who find this page and like a song or two - you are truly appreciated!

Thoughts On Overthinking

CW Mullins