i put a little spin on this four tops classic to suit my inclinations. 

peppermint oil face cream every morning
quirky shirt statements for every occasion
convos for every grocery store associate
cares for the underdog kids at the highschool
sings at the drop of a hat every day
always finds something kind to say
loves me for all of the way that i am
puts the moves on me makes me feel like a man
words of affirmation is her loving language
she'll light one up any time she can manage
brings me a drink when it's hot outside
knows what she wants and lays it on the line
messages her family and keeps up with her friends
early in the morning wakes me up with a grin
best damn woman that i ever seen
the illustrious velumptuous monika j. jean

ain't no woman (like the one i got)

CORRUPTION - ΔΙΑΦΘΟΡΑ

Her face to the sky and arms outstreached, gathering raindrops as the fresh breeze rushes through the jungle canopy

Bansuri Storm

Distant Shores

Deep Forest

Black Sheep (Remix)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...


La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui ronge

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide (help!)
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs là qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui

Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées

La tendresse des coups (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
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I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...

Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away

And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death

lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly

And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death

the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one

who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death

kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions

The tenderness of blows

I can't let them reach that mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Kings from Underground

Two Steps Ahead (Remix)

Dolphin Ride (2025)

Tim Elliot and I are delighted to offer you our latest Creation as (the harmonic,  electric One Mic- One Take power-duo) Shekinah Fire * 

As we Let Go in the moment... and improvised this Tone Poem using only Tim's Custom Atilla Guitar and my Kawai ES7 Stage Piano, the Solar Winds definitely seemed as if they were blowing thru our instruments... releasing sounds of passion, glory, and the occasional Solar Storm. 

But we'll leave it up to your Ears and Imagination to envision it. 

Again, this is an improvised electric Symphonic Composition of 7 Movements... born of our letting go of any pre-planned design, depending only upon Deep Listening and where the Music was leading us.

We can also promise you that if you stay with the unfolding flow there will be continual 'flowerings' as it radiates outwards and reveals itSelf. 

May you let Go... and enJOY!

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025

The Photo of our Sun is courtesy of NASA's Solar Observatory Satellite,
as it captured one of the largest Solar Flare and Coronal Mass Ejections (CME) in October 2022.

Solar Flares & Cosmic Blessings *

KING KONG

© Copyright Lyrics & Music JoFa 2009

Used to climb the highest mountains
I am climbing the tallest buildings
I am the enemy of mankind
They stole my kingdom
They made me a slave
Killing Mother Nature
Grinding, digging, 
With no caring, no sharing

Let me be your King
Let me be your Kong
I am out of the jungle
Never been to a city
I don’t know about pity
But I will fight for you
But I will die for you

Savage they call me
Beast they treat me
But my heart in one
One sun born for you Star
You are the one for me
You are the one from far
I will take all the risk
Just for you, tiny lady

 
Let me be your King
Let me be your Kong
I am out of the jungle
Never been to a city
I don’t know about pity
But I will fight for you
But I will die for you


We the black hairy ones
We the proud Bonobo’s
We fight till the end
My human queen
I will stand alone against the world
Will give you my last blink
Will give you my last breath

If I came here to Soho
It’s for you my princess so…
So let me keep you in my hand
Feel your skin so thin, thin
Until the end, the end
It will take a thousand bullets
To stop my heart for you to beat
Let them think I am the monster
You know who made the disaster.

King Kong

FADING CALL

A duo musicians band From France and Tunisia

Electro / Rock music – Alternative Rock – Psychedelic ? How can we define ?
Here are a few comments that some listener left us : 

« Fantastic world vibe, so smooth »
« This is just lush but unnerving & dreamlike & tense. like a David Lynch movie. awesome tune. The harmonica just makes it even more other worldly.  »
« Just beautiful. the melody sinks in wonderfully & then the vocals soar in over the top heartbreaking but also life affirming! this reminds of Nick Caves song 'into my arms'  »
« Cool, mysterious ambience and great vocals »
« Totally enjoyed listening to these songs and vibe »
« This is freakin' brilliant. Love that arpeggio...  »
« Awe-inspiring sound »
« Interesting lyrics, great sounds - especially the harmonica »
« Yes, great vocals too. Loving the feel »
« Very cool. Loving the eclectic nature of electronic and the sound of harmonica »
« Great atmosphere ! »
“ Awesome pick/ right on / nailed it / it's a hip hit / shoot yes / this rock is a great »
« Dreamy feel through the track »
“ :P amazing music !! »
« Good composition, captivating arrangement, unique and stylish vocals ... this is wonderful music »
« Very moving, groovy »
« So much soul. Would love to hear it performed at a show. Beautiful composition and lyrics. »

We thank all those amazing musicians for their comments ! It gives us a good energy 


Mohamed KANNOU aka Nadsat
Tunisia
Composition, guitar, percussions, Drums.

Joseph FARRUGIA aka Jofa
France / Tunisia
Composition, Lyrics, Vocals, guitar, harmonica.

On some of our songs :

Claude GALVEZ
Composition, mix, clavier :
"Stay Home", "Promenons-nous dans les bois", "My Baby Blue", , "Lost in translation"

Krizsta SALAT
Chant :
"Stay Home", " My Baby Blue", "Lost in translation"

Alexandre DELMAS aka Al
France / Iran
Composition, mix,  guitar, claviers.

On “ Stripes on the ceiling ” :

Dali GANA
Tunisia
Guitar & vocal sur « Stripes on the ceiling «

Big thanks to Karim Ghelloussi & Galerie Circonstance for the amazing  sculpture.

FADING CALL
De la sagesse comme les statues détruites, les peuples et les espèces disparues, nous n’entendons plus l’appel. Un collectif qui use du son comme un lien : l’humanité, par delà les cultures, langues, territoires et religions. Le son du partage, une halte, une nuit, une heure, un vrai regard posé sur l’autre et… des bras qui nous serrent.

Mohamed KANNOU aka Nadsat
Tunisie
Composition, guitare, percussions, batterie.
Architecte mais aussi architecte du son, amoureux de son pays et particulièrement des iles Kerkennah d’où il est originaire : seul endroit au monde où les hommes possèdent une parcelle de mer. DJ, compositeur, indépendant et sensible…

Alexandre DELMAS aka Al
France/Iran
Composition, guitare, claviers.
Grand, imposant, et pourtant discret, sa stature ne fait qu’accentuer la force de ses arrangements. Iranien par sa mère, il grandit en France où il fait une école de cinéma.

Joseph FARRUGIA aka Jofa
France/Tunisie
Textes, chant, composition, guitare, harmonica.
Survivre à la noirceur de l’humanité, par l’écriture et la musique. Voir un poète en chaque mot et la fleur en chaque âme.

Invité sur Stripes on the ceiling

Dali GANA
Tunisie
Guitare et chant sur « Stripes on the ceiling »
Musicien magnifique, une force de la nature …

Un grand merci à Karim Ghelloussi et la galerie Circonstance pour l'émouvante sculpture.

King Kong

Fading Call