This is so fun! And the way it builds is cool. A touch of Tame Impala but original as well.

Fuzzy Feels

You are stronger than you thought...
Vous êtes plus fort que vous ne le pensez...

The Tiger

Soft sofas, whispers of "I love you,"
Will we always stay the same?
Hidden under our costumes,
Who’s hiding in these folds?

By your side for so long,
Life is sweet, calm, and yet—
You think I'm frail, delicate,
But I’m a bit Hyde and Jekyll.

I feel a tiger in my chest,
Purring while I brood,
A tiger as gentle as a lamb,
That keeps me warm.

It always moves with me,
Supports me when you're not here,
And when I pet its head,
I regain my strength.

You call me your "sweetie," your "baby,"
But sometimes I have other instincts.

Don't worry, it ‘ s quite docile
Even if it growls sometimes,
I know it only wants my good,
I feel its muscles beneath my hands.

It slips down to my feet,
To sleep, and I feel safe.
It stands guard, it shows off,
And gently brushes against my skin.

You have no reason to be jealous,
Between us, it's crazy love.
I'm no longer that fragile thing—
It's a true metamorphosis.

I feel a tiger in my chest,
It’s jumping and I light up,
I live life like a rodeo,
I've found my spirit animal-ego.

I feel a tiger in my chest,
Purring while I brood,
A tiger as gentle as a lamb,
That keeps me warm.

Le tigre

// Original vocals Libby
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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Track lyrics:

The station hums with echoes low,  
Neon flickers, engines slow.  
A suitcase full of dreams untold,  
A ticket clutched in hands so cold.  

Footsteps fading down the line,  
Ghosts of laughter left behind.  
One more ride, one last time,  
Before the dawn erases mine.  

On the last train home, where the memories flow,  
Rolling through the night like a shadow show.  
Steel on the tracks sings a lonesome tone,  
Whispering stories of those who’ve gone.  

Raindrops race the windowpane,  
Flickering towns call out my name.  
Faces blurred like passing lights,  
Gone too fast to say goodnight.  

Footsteps fading down the line,  
Ghosts of laughter left behind.  
One more ride, one last time,  
Before the dawn erases mine.  

On the last train home, where the memories flow,  
Rolling through the night like a shadow show.  
Steel on the tracks sings a lonesome tone,  
Whispering stories of those who’ve gone.  

Every mile is a moment lost,  
Every turn is the past’s own cost.  
Fading echoes, fleeting ties,  
Disappear with the morning skies.  

The station nears, the brakes sigh low,  
A final stop, nowhere to go.  
Stepping off, the night still hums,  
Another traveler, lost and done.

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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash // https://unsplash.com/@anniespratt

Lost and Done (Feat. Libby)

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Yngwie Malmsteen is the sole reason I wanted to become a guitarist back when I was a teenager and I still love playing his older songs. Brothers is of the Seventh Sign album and it one of my favorite songs from that album.

Brothers

Recovery...instrumental acoustic guitar.

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora
Con i guanti la sciarpa e il cappello
Mi diceva che sono un amore
Ma suo figlio è molto più bello

Occhi neri e il sorriso smagliante
Una statura molto imponente
Suo figlio una nave viaggiante
Nel cuore e nella sua mente

Ha un viso grazioso che incanta
È una donna di bella presenza
Ma lei sottovoce mi dice
Sono stanca e non sono felice

Tiene in braccio un gran mazzo di fiori
Lo accarezza con timide mani
Come una mamma che tiene suo figlio
Ma quei fiori son crisantemi

Son vent’anni e il mese era maggio
Son vent’anni che ormai io non dormo
È partito per un lungo viaggio
Un viaggio lungo e senza ritorno

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora
Con i guanti la sciarpa e il cappello
Mi diceva che sono un amore
Ma suo figlio era molto più bello

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