Even the worst of times can get better...with time. Featuring the wonderful vocals of Sabrina Miele, ("Sabrina Miele" on SoundCloud) and Shaels gorgeous, weeping steel guitar, "The Worst is Over" is a remake of our first recorded song, produced by Shael Wrinch at Stone Hill studios on beautiful Bowen Island. Lyrics:
The worst is over. I can tend to see the forest and the trees.
The worst is over. I can forget the days that had me on my knees
and I can see the shattered pieces of my broken heart
surrounding me
or I can see my friends with open arms and open hearts
to lead me home to a calming sea.
The worst is over.
Perspective is a lost and new-found friend.
The worst is over.
I can ask this day to pause but not to end
and I can see the future as a landscape dark and cold
an empty shell
or I can see the place to find the pieces of my soul
and kindred souls who wish me well.
The worst is over...
And I can see, if a single tear could save another soul
from such despair
then you and I could fill the streams and oceans of the world
and fill our hearts
with room to spare.
The worst is over...

Tequila Monday

The Worst is Over

The Worst Is Over (featuring Sabrina Miele)

Short Time My Love

Thriller 2

Pour une fois, j'évoque un souvenir d'enfance avec mon arrière grand-père que j'ai bien connu, quand il nous emmenait regarder passer les trains sur un pont de chemin de fer. Ce n'est pas volontairement mélo,  c'était une chanson que je devais réaliser avec un membre de ma famille, mais on n'a jamais trouvé le temps. Je l'ai dépoussiérée et réenregistrée.

Voie piétonne je laisse aller
L’ancien qui veut traverser,
Et l’enfant qu’il tient par la main,
Un déjà-vu, oui je me souviens
Quand l’avenir était pour plus tard
Bien qu’il n’y ait pas d’échappatoire,
Mais bien-sûr on n’en savait rien.

Quand parfois l’ennui prenait le dessus
On partait cueillir les mûres tout au long de la rue
Après le puits dans la montée au tournant,
Coudes sur le bord regard au loin on attendait patiemment

Appels de phares avertisseurs
M’ont sorti de ma torpeur
Quelque chose m’a échappé,
Impossible à rattraper 
Ca fait partie des moments forts
Et on en parlera encore
Quand on sera là à traverser

Vague bitume valant tout océan
Tour de force d'occuper nos heures avec du vent
Après le puits dans la montée au tournant,
Coudes sur le bord regard au loin on attendait patiemment

Trop pressés sans doute trop lassés de tout sûrement,
A retourner là-bas  est-ce qu'on y croirait encore  vraiment ?

La chaleur nous écrasait,
Mais tout ce qui pour nous comptait
Etait tout au bout du chemin,
C’était long mais pas si loin
On pouvait y passer deux heures
On repartait à contre-cœur
Sans avoir vu passer un train

On Allait Voir Passer Les Trains

privileged class

Something different this time, lots of vocals and beautiful samples from Dream pop (producer loops) turned out nicely in this production. really cool. worked together with Wim G. I especially had a lot of fun with this track. 

Be faster than your woes ! 
 

Running from my woes

江戸時代の(化政文化)をイメージした作品です。 
This work is imaged by the (Kasei culture) of the Edo period.



浮世、虚空へ~短編~

knock me off

The second track I have done with The Gatsbys and it’s always a pleasure to be asked to collaborate.
Dirk sent me the instrumental and like before I was blown away by his guitar work & melody.
I contributed the lyrics and vocal melodies to this.
It was an honour that he used Nothing left to defend on his latest album Cancel the winter.
So to be asked again was always going to be a yes. 
The  Gatsbys always create that live indie band sound on final recordings  especially with Bens percussion work. 
I hope you enjoy the track as I enjoyed singing on it.
We give you The Gatsbys with Gaz Brownie….



V1
He would never catch you when you fall 
Like humptey dumptey on the nursery tale wall 
I’m that 3am person who you can always call
I’ve got your back and I do what you ask 

Bridge
Suck it up……. buttercup 
Let’s Drop a gear……. let’s disappear 
This was built on sand  like sand slips through your hands
So Suck it up……. Oh my buttercup 


V2 
I will always show up when your down on your luck 
We’re all born to  places and seldom thunderstruck 
Somewhere along the way we all lose ourselves 
We must  come back stronger to say our Fairwells 

Chorus 
Whitheat happiness 
Will take away this   heavyness
White heat happiness 
It’s a long drive to confess your happiness 


V3
Let’s move away from what we only know 
To a place where we enjoy the feeling of the afterglow 
Where every single  eye only see the now
To Rebuild again & be happy Somehow 


Bridge 
Suck it up……. buttercup 
Let’s Drop a gear……. let’s disappear 
This was built on sand  like sand slips through your hands
So Suck it up……. Oh my buttercup 


V4 
I just wanna be your whiteheat happiness
And be that warrior who takes away the sadness 
Friends with benefits can’t last forever 
So look no further for your buried treasure 

Bridge 
Suck it up……. buttercup 
Let’s drop a gear……. let’s disappear 
This was built on sand  like sand slips through your hands
So Suck it up……. buttercup 


V5 
Drive in my head im six months down line 
Time as been the healer and now you are mine
I am yours and there is another new bloodline
To be arriving in 9 months from treasure to a goldmines

Chorus 
White heat happiness 
Will take away this heavyness
White heat happiness 
It’s a long drive to confess….
Your happiness

Whiteheat Happiness - The Gatsbys with Gaz Brownie

Put On My Hikers

Erreur de codage

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Running from my woes

Erik Hammer