Composition/mixage/masterisation @Tulipe-records
Guitares rythmiques et solo/basse Philippe @user-759566380
Texte et chant Guillaume @user-759566380
Guitares rythmiques/ batterie/ chant/ Stéphane

Introduction
A l'aube de sa mort , les esprits décrivent à Geronimo l'avenir des hommes.

Paroles

Des Lunes sans loups
De longues rivières de bitumes
Un monde d'égouts
Guidé par des fous en costumes
Où tout accélère
Des saisons qui n'ont plus le temps
Des oiseaux de fer
Qui volent plus vite que le vent

Pleure Geronimo , pleure
Sur l'avenir des hommes
Quand y'aura plus de fleurs
A poser sur leurs tombes
Et qu'arrivera l'heure
De la danse des Ombres

Des terres violées
Pour des richesses de misères
Paradis volés
En échange d'un bout de désert
Des dieux qu'on trahit
A coup de mensonge en leurs noms
Des femmes qu'on enfoui
Sous des coutumes de sombres cons

Pleure Geronimo , pleure
Sur l'avenir des hommes
Quand y'aura plus de fleurs
A poser sur leurs tombes
Et qu'arrivera l'heure
De la danse des Ombres

Des prisons sans murs
Pour des évadés du réel
Vidés de nature
Errant dans l'enfer du virtuel
Marins sans boussoles
Perdus sur les mers illusoires
De ces mégapoles
Où l'on se croise sans se voir

Allez pleure Geronimo
Bientôt la danse des ombres

Eteintes à jamais
Ces lumières sauvages d'autrefois
Ils ont tout brûlé
Dans des flammes de sans foi ni loi
Le grand incendie
Mais plus de retour sur leurs pas
Tu leurs avais dis
que l'argent ne se mange pas

Introduction
On the eve of his death, the spirits describe the future of mankind to Geronimo

Moons without wolves
Long rivers of bitumen
A world of sewers
Guided by madmen in suits
Where everything speeds up
Seasons without time
Iron birds
Flying faster than the wind

Weep Geronimo, weep
For the future of mankind
When there will be no more flowers
To lay on their graves
And the hour arrives
Of the dance of shadows

Of lands violated
For riches of misery
Stolen paradises
In exchange for a piece of desert
Gods betrayed
With lies in their names
Women buried
Under the customs of dark assholes

Weep Geronimo, weep
On the future of men
When there will be no more flowers
To lay on their graves
And the hour arrives
Of the dance of shadows

Prisons without walls
For escapees from reality
Emptied of nature
Wandering in virtual hell
Sailors without compasses
Lost on the illusory seas
Of these megalopolises
Where we cross paths without seeing each other

Go cry Geronimo
Soon the dance of shadows

Gone forever
Those wild lights of yore
They have burned all
In flames of lawlessness
The great fire
But no turning back
You told them
that money can't be eaten

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD / TULIPE RECORD 2022

Publié(e) par :
Tulipe Records
P-line :
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Les Larmes De Géronimo ( Tulipe & Jim ) TRANSLATED

We are stronger than we thought...
On est plus fort qu'on ne le pense...

We're not new in town.
We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
Take the time to see clearly 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can cheat with us     
We're not new in town.

For the warrior’s rest
The shopkeeper’s smile
To seek equality, I choose to take an inventary
For our peace of mind
A whole sanitary cordon
To live lightly, I’m in, you know
The pretty advertisements
Sorry, it’s too expensive
After swallowing too much, we end up choking
The dresses and the fashion shows
Glass slippers
The beauty standards
well Packaged but vulgar
We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
Take the time to see clearly 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can keep talking
We're not new in town.
In the face of adversity
For the lonely hearts
A touch of humanity with a penchant for solidarity
In the face of mediocrity
To protect the earth
A burst of qualities with revolutionary accents
We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
Take the time to see clearly 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can bawl and yell
We're not new in town.
A slice of humble pie
And years of hardship
Work may be health, but let’s not push grandpa too hard
The body and the users
intermediate bodies
Sucked into the tunnel –vacuum -dust -dust

We have to take everything apart
Go back to the beginning 
We have to take everything apart
 Lay it all out on the ground 
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can speechify     
We're not new in town.
We have to take everything apart
Put everything right back
We have to take everything apart
Then sit down on the ground
We won’t turn a hair
We are rocks and stones
You can sweet talk with us
We're not new in town.

Pas nés d'hier

This is a different style than I'm used to.  I wanted to create an ambient soundscape meditation trance of sorts, a way to achieve altered states of consciousness through sound. I might call this more of an 'artistic soundscape' than a true 'song' per se.  I hope you enjoy.  Close your eyes and drift into orbit, meditate and look down upon the planet as it slowly rotates below.  Let go of the ego and simply embrace "being" among the stars. 

Orbital Meditation: Sequence 03-Omicron Theta

# s e n D E r o s

Theo Bina: Music, Arr., Guitars,Bass ,Mix
Bodo Bremer: Cover
Release : 2025-10-09

Autumn winds (Theo Bina )

simply and sweet electric guitar composition

sweet_melo

Motion in my mind
Got that animal appetite
Starving, let me have a bite
A bite

Don’t be, don’t be shy
You’ve been looking for me all night
Guess we both know why

You’re stuck in my head
Won’t play hard to get
I’ll just go ahead

I don’t love, I adore
I feel you, I need you, I want you
More
I touch you, I’m into, you want me
More
You crave me, you shake me, ‘cause I am
Yours
Yeah, I adore

I adore, I adore
Want you more, want you more
I am yours, I am yours
Eh eh eh eh

Wide eyes, emotions high
Closer, you might see me cry
Take a teardrop, let it ignite
Gonna make you mine, gonna make you mine, yeah yeah

Honey, let me adore you
I’d give everything and more just for you
You might be the love of my life

You’re stuck in my head
Won’t play hard to get
I’ll just go ahead

I don’t love, I adore
I feel you, I need you, I want you
More
I touch you, I’m into, you want me
More
You crave me, you shake me, ‘cause I am
Yours
Yeah, I adore


I adore
I feel you, I need you, I want you
More
I touch you, I’m into, you want me
More
You crave me, you shake me, ‘cause I am
Yours
Yeah, I adore

I adore, I adore
Want you more, want you more
I am yours, I am yours
Eh eh eh eh


Composition by Carlotta Buyst & Raoul Verhoeven
Production by Carlotta Buyst, Raoul Verhoeven & Sander Notenbaert
Mix by Sander Notenbaert
Master by Da Goose
Artwork by Wies Zijlema

Adore

Cannot Predict Now

Woke at 2:30 couldn’t go back to sleep. So i destroyed my ears. And yours too

morning medley

vibessss

I wish I could follow everyone back...

Thanks for the listens, likes, and follows. It's much appreciated!

Cannot Predict Now

Dr. Nighthawk