Name: SAPIENS GENERATION by Dominique Le Bars
Duration: 1 min 6 s
Description: https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/sapiens-g-n-ration

uuuuhhhh, c'est belle!!! j'aime vraiment bien!!!!

Je ne sais pas si c'était ton intention réelle mais j'interprète cette chanson personnellement comme une critique artistico-intellectuelle à l'Anthropocène dans son ensemble...

whaou quel ambience, j'adore, très bon texte !

real cool hip hop electro fusion and super stylish spoken word!

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/le-portrait-de-dorian

"J'ai cru pendant longtemps pouvoir changer les choses
Comme l'ont fait bien d'autres avant moi
Que ce soit par des mots, une idée, un riff de guitare
Je ne crois pas au talent mais à la volonté, car c'est elle qui règne sur le temps
La falaise ne s'érode t'elle pas sous les vagues qui la cogne pendant des siècles ?
Hier, la vie déposait dans nos mains une bien belle page blanche parfumée d'avenir"

Le portrait de Dorian

https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/sapiens-g-n-ration

SAPIENS GENERATION

Wrote the title phrase on a birthday card and immediately thought  that's a 'song title'.  The first take of the vocal was a loose ramble but I just left it in - it seemed to fit.

Love Our Together Life

That cliché thick and thin about loving all the time
We’re not vascillating over always gotta rhyme
Doubling up in laughter keeps an even keel
And getting to a sweet spot finally it’s real

We drove out to the cliff and back
Now it’s all about giving back

It’s life upon a road with little jobs to do
And a race across the sand to share the view
It’s pouring out the drinks as the sun dips down 
And talking ‘bout the people who we see around 
Love our together life
Love our together life

Back in days of war it was tight in the lip
And the putting up of walls with a face half lit
Cause expectations could never be met
And it takes a lot of years to wind it back to less 

Yeah giving up on hurt and feeling how it was
In the years embryonic burning hot
And the psyche bathed in the songs of the time
But transplanting now to a wiser kind of rhyme

Love Our Together Life

Single Use & Recycled slaying on  guitar, and composition

Dime X Single Use & Recycled

Written 11 years ago: recalls the days when music was vinyl only and a magical retreat from disabling matters of the heart


33 RPM NIRVANA

Flattened faces pressed up against the glass
It’s well known no-one needs to ask
People talking ‘bout how I’m feeling
If they were me yes they’d be reeling
They’d need time and recuperation
But at night I take up station
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away to 33 RPM Nirvana 

She’s a stranger that’s her right to choose
Who can blame her she don’t like old news
You might say she’s one go getter
And why did she not treat me better
I admit I loved her deeply
But right now I’m kind of sleepy
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana 

I’m pulling the curtains and switching it on
Watching the tone arm lower onto my black vinyl

Drifting away now the music is my river
Not analyzing I’m seeking separation
Through the mists of time I wander
What is life I’m bound to ponder
Gonna get to shrug my shoulders
Moving on and getting bolder
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana

33 RPM Nirvana

When I was in infant school my class was a ragbag bunch of scruffy working class urchins, self included.  National health glasses held together with band aids, hand-me-down clothes, bruises, jam sandwiches.  There was a kid in that class who was very quiet, often absent.  Good at reading.  Good at running.  Kept himself to himself.  Sat at the back, never made eye contact.  Never put his hand up.

Turns out he was very deaf and spending a lot of time in hospital with operations of various sorts.

When he was seven he was given a hearing aid - huge thing the size of a transistor radio that sat in his shirt pocket.  The story I heard was that when he first went home with it his mam took him for a walk down a country lane to try it out.  He was very upset that it was obviously broken - all sorts of odd scratching and buzzing noises.

They eventually realised that he was hearing insects for the first time.  

Imagine that.

Often wonder what became of him.
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Huge thanks to my two friends here: Paco for inspiring and driving this project with his wonderful music, and Oddrun for lifting my simple lyrical efforts to another level entirely.
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A Good Boy

A symphony of crushing silence 
Played his timpani of weathered clay
Under lowered eyes that cried defiance
He’d softly make his quiet way
A guiding star that burned with life, but ever failed to shine
Kept his distance, from afar, no avatar to hide behind
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their condescending, pitied way.

Inputs built of aural mud are clinically desensitised
Muffled whispers trundle under cobbled skies of grizzled grey
Dreams and aspirations that never could be realised
He’d tightly close his eyes and lightly kneel to pray
Social cripple loner ‘neath a joker’s plastic smiles
Silent rippled mannequin, cartoon audio spastic child
He’s a good boy, so they say, in their well meaning, hurtful way.

Flip the switch and hear the light
Bear witness to the revelation
A trip to day-sound from his silent night
Demolishing all his expectations
Sweet blushing kiss of angels’ eyes
One of them has turned the volume dial
To flush his muted domicile
And hear the crickets singing on the chamomile

So cast the light fine, on the deafened child’s mind
And let the sound shine as the clearest of days
A new world’s flight is leaving dark behind
Clarity rebound leads the way
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy…..

So swing the arc’s beam, bless the lonesome soul
Illumination wakes the inner self
Warmth of seemliness melts the cold
Communication taken off the shelf
Breathe the noise, of those blissful waves
Touch the sense as darkness fades
He’s a good boy,…..he’s a good boy …. He’s a good boy now.

A Good Boy:  MidiSound, Oddrun Eikli, 1234567890

I wrote this forty years ago as part of the "Scenes of St. Francis" small-town song anthology and thought it might be fun to post as fall is winding down but before the Christmas season gets into full swing.  St. Francis, Kansas is a little prairie town nestled in a shallow river valley and has an abundance of trees, mostly cottonwoods, but a few hardwoods that stand out especially in the fall. And with the trees was an abundance of squirrels always playing chase or hide and seek when they weren't getting into mischief.  They needed a song, and with my daughters being so young, I wanted to make it in the form of a children's song that they could sing along to.  As adult women, they still like to sing along when they hear it which is a good thing since my own singing voice has largely depleted with age.  But it is a nice reminder that once upon a time I could sing:) Rescued and remixed from an old but faithful cassette tape.

Squirrel Song lyrics:
Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
Haven't got a care in the world.
Playing hide and seek 'round an old tree trunk,
I'm talking 'bout my friend the squirrel.

Gathering nuts is a way of life,
But even they know when to play,
And though winter's coming before too long,
They still live life day by day.
Chorus:
Just let their antics entertain you,
From a high-wire act to a tree-top stunt or two,
There's not a dull moment when you see them around,
There's fun wherever they're found.

Instrumental hums then repeat chorus

Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
They have something we need to learn;
That a happy life is made of work and play
When each one gets a turn.

SAPIENS GENERATION

Dominique Le Bars

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