Song by Tony Harell recorded at Buck's Place studio.

Son Of A Gun

Arrangements/Mix/Mastering :  Xan CASTEL & Philippe SEGUINARD
Compositeur :  Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteurs Mélodistes :  Jérémy et Romain TORRES & Guillaume DULER
Chants :  Chloé Kenza ELLOOK (CKenza)Jérémy et Romain TORRES & Guillaume DULER
Guitares :  Philippe SEGUINARD  Saxophone et Djembé : Jérémy TORRES
Mao : Xan CASTEL https://soundcloud.com/xan-castel
                                 https://soundcloud.com/johncastel
Choeurs : TRIUMVIRAT  https://soundcloud.com/user-460262747-508718205   & JIM
Lyrics : 
Passons nous le ciel et l'essentiel
Pour un deal d'elle et il au pluriel
Mélangeons nos gènes à bout de draps
Effaçons les frontières de nos doigts

Apporte ton style
Qu'importe ta ville 
Enfants de Gaïa
Nés sous le même toit
Apporte ton style
Qu'importe ta ville
Frères et sœurs de ça
On a le même toit

Au volant de nos ailes soulevons
Des montagnes d'erreurs et de questions
Dérivons nos continents en s'aimant
D'amours différentes intenses aimants

Apporte ton style
Qu'importe ta ville 
Enfants de Gaïa
Nés sous le même toit
Apporte ton style
Qu'importe ta ville
Frères et sœurs de ça
On a le même toit

Il t'en faut trop pour être bien et bien trop peu pour être soûlé
J'ai le smile la tête sous l'eau, tu fais la gueule sous l'soleil 
Après quoi cours tu ? Pourquoi appeler les coup durs ?
Stop, arrête toi deux minutes, ne vois tu pas tes menottes ?
Contemple ce qui t'entoure, et rends la pareille, 
Connecte toi à autre chose que ton foutu appareil 
On est tous les mêmes pourtant chacun sort du lot
C'est chaque petite goutte qui fait grandir le cours de l'eau
Main dans la main c'est mieux que d'en venir aux poings
Nous sommes tous dans le même camp, ok, marquons un point 
Personne ne gagne dans une guerre
La paix est bien plus forte que nous, 
Et était là avant tout
Elle restera après notre ère

Les trésors de la vie sont sous nos yeux 
Tout dépend ta vision des choses
Les erreurs qu’on commet sont des portes vers un avenir sans faute 
Aie confiance en l’univers 
Aime la vie et ceux qui t’entourent
Et si jamais tu te perds 
Suis l’instinct et apprécie la route 
Depuis que j’ai compris ça je vis comme un roi ou comme un chat 
j’apprécie chaque moment
Tout seul ou auprès des miens 
sous le froid la pluie, sous l'soleil des tropiques
La tristesse le malheur la joie, la paix sont des grâces de l’univers car au fond je suis toujours habité par ce feu sacré 
Qui embrase mon âme 
L’amour dans nos cœurs à jamais 
Laisse jaillir ta flamme 
tu brilleras pour l’éternité

Glissons sur nos vagues à l'âme à l'unisson
Un seul monde une même moisson
Marchons sur nos traces d'avants d'ailleurs
Sur les sables émouvants de nos peurs

Apporte ton style
Qu'importe ta ville 
Enfants de Gaïa
Nés sous le même toit
Apporte ton style
Qu'importe ta ville
Frères et sœurs de ça
On a le même toit
© Triumvirat & Jim  Mars 2023

Le Même Toit ( Triumvirat & Jim ) Feat CKenza

Puff Puff Give

Hey, Mellow Out Man

Have you known a person that just didn't fit in anywhere,  had a hard time making friends or always just seemed like they were unhappy and just preferred to be alone? Maybe that outcast was you? I think we all felt that feeling of being a complete alien to any situation at one time in our life. I wrote a song about it, Here are the lyrics: 

Come inside you're always welcome
I'll show you where you can sleep tonight

Come tonight we're always open
We will be here for you
Whenever you arrive

Break the hold on hesitation
Take the gold it's a strong temptation
You're too old turn in your resignation

BACKGROUND:
Break the hold on hesitation
Take advantage of a dark temptation
Don't fight the rise to your elevation 

Just come inside, come tonight
We'll be here when you arrive

Come tonight and build a fire
Take your time and make it higher
So everyone can see it from
100 miles away and then some

Run the red lights
Nevermind the law
Or what it signifies

It's always only told you lies
So how have you not realized...

final-lies (Lyrics and Vocals by Jess Johnson Music by VELVET) _1

H-Fine Specimen

song about a  past neighborhood  tragedy....happens everywhere , all the time I figure... sad things.. bad things..

Lost Horizon

Solo standing street light shine                                     Your hands reaching out to mine
Floating up through the evening skies
Just like hail and gentle rain
Love is soft, but love is pain
and hard to find under our thin disguise

Cause now that you’re gone                                         
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon is fading to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
they know I’m no good

Welcome to this land of shit
Head is pounding, eyes are lit
Falling down to meet my gin-soaked master
Empty bottles line the floor
Brimstone shackles on the door
Once a child now a lonely bastard

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood
Cops at the door 
I know I’m no good

Shots through the window     
The smoke starts to rise         
And I'm floating so far away   
The look in their eyes             
They can't  touch me              
There’s nothing to say            

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
They know I’m no good
I know I’m no good




Lost Horizon

Intermezzo n°1 - Aube mystique

song about Allen Ginsberg

soundclips from AG reading parts of  his poem Howl

Drunken Dumbshow  

Holy, holy, we're holy
This land of prayer and restraint 
Weapon born from society 
An insect stuck in the paint 
Hospital laugh with appended smile
True lust to fake the faint
A faint hope that's close to nothing at all
But it's something for the people who ain't 

Beat down, strung out, colorful, crazy
The weight of the world is love
In the end, it is enough
In the end, it has to be enough 
Broken mother, father 
Like the rest of us fallen ones
On the streets we Howl and run

Kaddish, death convention 
Now he's the King of May
The long hair of Adam
His cosmic beard at play
To ease the pain of living
The work will set you free
That was the message he breathed 
The politics of ecstasy 

Beat down, strung out, colorful, crazy
The weight of the world is love
In the end, it is enough
In the end, it has to be enough 
Broken mother, father 
Like the rest of us fallen ones
On the streets we Howl and run

Poet, pilgrim, sacrilege 
Buddhist, lover, anarchist 
5 to 1, he is on their list 
Acid-dropping dreamer, God's pharmacist 
All else is
Drunken dumbshow







Drunken Dumbshow

thank you for listen to Stina appriciate it / 
music/vocal/instrumentals/mix/master/production/compose and final producer :Stina Crow 2025
Lyrics
Im sitting here and looking out 
through my broken window 
Im sitting here and wonder how 
these days are long , I need to go out....

I left that day with a smile 
I thought about you day and night
I found myself alive again
I stood alone in cold and rain

Im lying here and tried to sleep
but my mind is tired
Im lying here my thoughts are gone
Im in a dream or nightmare.......

I left that day with a smile 
I thought about you day and night
I found myself alive again
I stood alone in cold and rain
I left that day with a smile 
I thought about you day and night....

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Broken Window

a great song written by Earl Green and Carl Montgomery..........its been covered a lot, my fav is The Flying Burrito Brothers version.......this one is with the Alters, a bit rough 1st take.....cheers for having a listen....

Six Days On The Road
Earl Green/ Carl Montgomery

Well I pulled out of Pittsburgh rollin' down that Eastern seaboard
I got my diesel wound up and she's a running like never before
There's a speed zone ahead that's all right
I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I got me ten forward gears and a George Overdrive
I'm taking little white pills and my eyes are opened wide
I just passed a Jimmy and a White
I been passing everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well it seems like a month since I kissed my baby goodbye
I could have a lot of women but I'm not alike some other guys
I could find one to hold me tight
But I could never make believe it's all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

I.C.C. is a checking on down the line
Well I'm a little overweight and my log book's 'way behind
But nothing bothers me tonight
I can dodge all the scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight

Well my rigs a little old but that don't mean she's slow
There's a flame from her stack and that smokes been a blowing black as coal
My home town's coming in sight
If you think I'm happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight



Hey, Mellow Out Man

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