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ON S'AIME A DEUX

Je t'ai attendue quelques années,
Et puis un jour t'es arrivée
Pour moi une romance
Une belle page de chance.
Soudain tu m'as pris dans tes bras
Et je me sentais très bien là
Je ne serai plus jamais seul
Beaucoup de gens le veulent.
On sait se tenir par la main
Ensemble se faire un chemin
Très loin au bout du monde
Sur cette terre ronde.

Et puis on vit dans le bonheur
Sans maux de cœur
C'est bien d'être heureux
On s'aime à deux.

Regardons tous ces envieux
Qui nous jalousent dans nos beaux jeux
S'aimer c'est peu de dire
Nos vies sont des sourires.
Vivons ainsi jusqu'à toujours
C'est beau d'avoir l'amour
Malgré nos différences
S'éteignent les silences.

Et puis on vit dans le bonheur
Sans maux de cœur
C'est bien d'être heureux
On s'aime à deux.

Les larmes de joie sous nos yeux
Tous les plaisirs qui se font à deux
Que je t'aime mon cœur.
Ma vie est une merveille.
Pour moi tu es la plus belle
Que l'on s'aime mon cœur.
Quand je te regarde magnifique
Mon dieu que le temps passe vite.
Mais tout çà est ainsi
Dans l'âge on se suit bien ensemble
Plus on vieillit on se ressemble
On s'aime à deux.

Et puis on vit dans le bonheur
Sans maux de cœur
C'est bien d'être heureux
On s'aime à deux.
On s'aime à deux.


WE LOVE EACH OTHER

I waited for you for a few years,
And then one day you arrived
For me a romance
A great page of luck.
Suddenly you took me in your arms
And I felt very good there
I will never be alone again
Many people want it.
We know how to hold hands
Together we make a way
Far away at the end of the world
On this round earth.

And then we live in happiness
Without heartache
It's good to be happy
We love each other together.

Let's look at all these envious people
Who envy us in our beautiful games
Loving yourself is an understatement
Our lives are smiles.
Let's live like this forever
It's beautiful to have love
Despite our differences
The silences fade away.

And then we live in happiness
Without heartache
It's good to be happy
We love each other together.

Tears of joy before our eyes
All the pleasures that can be enjoyed together
That I love you my heart.
My life is a marvel.
For me you are the most beautiful
May we love each other my heart.
When I look at you beautiful
My god, time flies.
But that's all it is
In age we follow each other well
The older we get we become more alike
We love each other together.

And then we live in happiness
Without heartache
It's good to be happy
We love each other together.
We love each other together.

ON S'AIME A DEUX

Lightyears

Despacio
(John Stone)

Spanish Language consultants: Duolingo and Google Translate
With apologies to Spanish speakers everywhere.

She was a dancer
In old town Barcelona 
I asked her if she’d show me 
How I could  learn to dance 
She said no problem, Guapo
But One thing you must remember
First take it slow slow slowly
Y luego rapido
Despacio y  luego rapido 
Despacio y luego rapido

Era Una bailarina
En vieja Barcelona
Puedes me mostraba
Me aprender a bailar 
no hay problema, Guapo
Pero debes recordar lo
Despacio y luego rapido 

Dijó me despacio ..

So I took to the dance floor
Put my best foot forward
Starting out quite slowly
Just like the lady said
As I watched her closely
The rhythm kinda caught me
But I was paying  more attention
To how she looked than what she said

I wondered how to win her
And don’t want to seem a fool
I’m only a beginner
And it best to play it cool
Don’t rush in like fools do
Where Angels fear to tred
Gently, gently does it
Try a slower pace instead

Despacio...

Now we live together 
And despite some stormy weather
We can always turn to dancing 
To keep things burning hot
As I hold her closely
I remember what she told me
Starting gently, starting slowly
Then give everything I’ve got

Despacio...

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Despacio

Right Guitar - Hedges
Left Guitar - Norsa
Drums - Willy

Unfashionable

made with trombone (wow my ambusher is weak - i should practice more)
and 3 microphones and NCH
have to hang around for televisit appt 
to be technical aid, but it okay ,delays always work in your favor
my sweet ma always say
even if annoying at the time
sorry for low quality output, but i still like it anyway so ..here it is :D
<3<3<3 - jen

when you have to hang around the house not kayaking because annoying appointment

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©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: SIMPLE ROADS
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
Shoes by the door and a jacket that's frayed
A clock on the wall but I’ve lost track of days
The garden’s enough no need for gold
The less I carry the more I hold

(Chorus)
Simple roads and quiet skies
The weight falls off as the years go by
No need to run no need to try
Freedom lives where clutter dies

(Verse 2)
The mirror shows lines but I don't care
Each one’s a map of the love I wear
The clutter fades the heart remains
Peace grows wild like summer rains

(Pre-chorus)
No trophies no crowns
Just a soft place to land

(Chorus)
Simple roads and quiet skies
The weight falls off as the years go by
No need to run no need to try
Freedom lives where clutter dies

(Bridge)
Let the rush go like a passing train
What’s worth keeping will always remain
A bird in the tree sings my name
I answer back we’re just the same

Life Isn't Meant To Last

Simple Roads

from the 'Lektraphase' album:
sparkybonehead.bandcamp.com/album/lektraphase

Lektraphase

Lektraphase 3

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Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building
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lyrics: fictionalive
music: mobygratis
written, produced, licensed, and provided
by mobygratis
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coVer ArT fictionalive DYI, wall shot 01.001.02
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fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Wednesday, August 6th, 2025
05:50 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today, not so so much so
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"Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building"

This title, poised on the cusp of irony and indictment, addresses its subject with the stylish precision of a rapier’s point. It evokes not a dusty treatise, but an invitation—a salon, a stage, a chamber in which the ghosts of history pace the parquet floors still.

First, observe the flourish: “Colonial Powers,” those familiar colossi, are not consigned to the tomb of history but linger on, uncannily present. The subtitle—“The Legacy That Never Left The Building”—is, for the feuilletonist, a masterstroke of sardonic wit. It both plays on the pop idiom (“Elvis has left the building”) and subverts it; here, the ‘star’ of colonialism remains stubbornly present, lingering in the architecture, policy, and psyche of postcolonial spaces.

A featherlight sarcasm hovers above the phrase, the kind that—with a knowing wink—invites the reader into a tacit complicity: of course the legacy never departed; did we ever truly believe otherwise? The construction conjures irony, a chief weapon of the feuilleton, and implies a skepticism learned by long acquaintance with the tricks of history and the repetition of power.

In the grand tradition of feuilleton writing, the title itself is both diagnosis and epigram. It distills a complex and ongoing wound—economic, cultural, and psychological—into a phrase brisk enough for any café table debate, yet sharp enough to lacerate complacency. The cadence, with its comma and deft repetition, creates a rhythm of announcement followed by wry afterthought: here is the topic, here is the verdict, subtle as a raised eyebrow.

Stylistically, it profits from the feuilleton’s hybrid nature: journalistic immediacy (this is happening now, everywhere); literary artistry (the phrase hits with double entendre); societal critique delivered with a velvet touch. It would not be misplaced, one suspects, at the bottom of a Sunday paper’s cultural page—nestled among witty rebukes, conversations with old Europe, portraits of vanished grandeur, and exposes of lingering injustice.

In sum: the title stands as a crisp, satirical banner—lucid, layered, and perfectly feuilleton. It raises its subject not with ponderous solemnity, but with the bracing, intimate skepticism that is the feuilleton’s signature. On guard, indeed: the building is filled with echoes, and this title leaves no doubt that someone—or something—has stayed behind.

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Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building

Somewhere in Mexico

cuba get ahead mastered

Demo Tape M.Theorin

You can´ t buy sunshine. 470 ( 1994 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

fictionalive / popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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I want to love – but I need to hate
I need to hate – but I want to love

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no black and white
no left or right

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