Sophie and I stripped it all down – raw chords, bare emotions. “Stay Under (Unplugged)” is now on YouTube.
🎧 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yT1ZL4QWxk

After over 10,000 listens to the original version with Laura Maren (https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/burning-inside-feat-laura-maren) Burning Inside returns in a stripped-down and even more visceral guise.
This acoustic version lays the song bare, letting every crack, every unsaid word, every flame that burns inside emerge.

A raw and intimate grunge, where the voice becomes confession and the silence burns as much as the sound.
For those who loved the original: this is the same soul, but without skin.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie Ellison

Lyrics
[Verse]
The ash is falling like a blackened snow
The fire’s inside me
It won’t let go
My veins are rivers
They're running red
A pyre ignites the thoughts in my head

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Verse 2]
A scream is rising but it makes no sound
The smoke’s a shroud that pulls me down
Every ember whispers
It knows my name
The heat’s a lover and it plays the game

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Bridge]
The walls are melting
The shadows crawl
I see my face in the fire’s thrall
Every spark a secret
A truth untold
This inferno’s mine
It’s fierce and cold

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

Burning inside unplugged version

Pearl is a meditation in sound — a quiet exploration of beauty formed through time and pressure. Like the gem it’s named after, the piece reveals warmth and clarity from within stillness. A musical reflection for those moments when words aren’t enough. Part of the Neosphere series.

Pearl

Un temps ou il ne faisait pas bon être différent, ou manquer de foi. 
paroles:
On dit qu'il est né, dans le sombre d'un puits,
Qu'il aimait le feu, comme on aime la vie.
On dit qu'il vivait de vols et de larcins,
D'autres modérés, le devinaient malin.
Jusqu'au jour ou vint, l'envie de voir en lui,
Sorcier confirmé, bien plus qu'un apprenti.
Qui courait la lande aux herbes mystérieuses,
Chantant à tue tête, d'une voix pleureuse.

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

Est ce par vengeance, ou pour se protéger,
Qu'ils ont décidé de brûler le sorcier.
Sur la place sombre bucher lui fut dressé,
Puis il apparut sous les regards inquiets.
Lui n'aura de cesse de chanter son bonheur,
Même quand les flammes ont grignoté son coeur.
Ce temps là n'est plus, mais laisse une question,
Exclusion n'est elle, forme d'inquisition?

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

On ne sait pourquoi,
Depuis ce jour là,
Une voix s'élève,
Venue d'autrefois.

Le feu est ma maison,
Il détruira vos terres.
Le feu est ma raison,
Vous connaitrez l'enfer.
Ah, ah , ah.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

A time when it was not good to be different, or to lack faith.

Words:

 They say he was born in the darkness of a well,
 That he loved fire, as one loves life. 
They say he lived off thefts and petty crimes,
 Others, more moderate, guessed him to be clever.
 Until the day came, the desire to see within him,
 Confirmed sorcerer, much more than an apprentice.
 Who ran through the moor with mysterious herbs,
 Singing at the top of his lungs, with a weeping voice.

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

Is it out of vengeance, or to protect themselves,
 that they decided to burn the sorcerer? 
In the dark square, a pyre was set up for him,
 then he appeared under anxious eyes.
 He will never cease to sing his happiness,
 even when the flames have gnawed at his heart. 
That time is no more, but it leaves a question: 
is exclusion not a form of inquisition?

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

We do not know why,
Since that day,
A voice rises,
From times long past.
Fire is my home,
It will destroy your lands.
Fire is my reason,
You will know hell.
Ah, ah, ah.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

L'inquisition

Take me Away

Clouds of the Night

This is my take on one of my all-time favorite songs by Sarah McLachlan. 

Hold On (Sarah McLachlan cover)

Glass Horizon

Back In The Studio

When a rabbit falls out of the closet, it's a rare moment, humorous and special, and I wanted to express this moment in music.

A Rabbit Fell On Me

A rabbit fell on me

A friend asked how I was doing and I flat out lied

sharpies

Sin an a Smile

David Wurden is a composer, keyboardist, drummer, and skilled producer. With a penchant for exploring the unconventional, he possesses a unique ability to revolutionize musical compositions, defying traditional boundaries. Through his artistry, David takes listeners on a captivating sonic odyssey, venturing into uncharted territories and reimagining both vintage and contemporary sounds. His evocative melodies and intricate rhythms transport audiences, allowing their imaginations to wander freely in the boundless expanse of the universe. With an unwavering commitment to pushing the boundaries of musical expression,  David Wurden is an unparalleled force in the world of music.

https://youtube.com/channel/UCaFR1fBrwmQddm-gmwPGEzA
https://davidwurden.bandcamp.com/follow_me