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Put Light On - Epic Dark electronica

Discoteca

VIDEO:
https://youtu.be/6ktAtxn3Jqk?si=sNqE2bLBMC9icspO

Me dijiste que viniera conmigo Vamos a dar un paseo bajo la luna  
Vamos a ver las estrellas  
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 
Pero la noches es mía  
E yo digo no ven a bailar conmigo

Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca  
Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca  
Porque me gusta la discoteca  
Teca teca teca  
Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca  
Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca  
Porque me gusta la discoteca  
Teca teca teca

El ritmo que avanza  
El ritmo que te lleva  
Lleva lleva lleva  
Porque me gusta la discoteca  
Teca Teca Teca  
La música que te calienta  
La luz que te encanta  
Anta Anta Anta

Pero la noches es mía  
E yo digo no no no nooo  
[chorus many voice]

Porque me gusta la discoteca  
Teca teca teca  
El ritmo que avanza  
El ritmo que te lleva  
Lleva lleva lleva  
Porque me gusta la discoteca  
Teca Teca Teca  
La música que te calienta  
La luz que te encanta  
Anta Anta Anta

Me pregunto qué es mejor que pasar la noche con amigos Bailar y hacer ruido hasta la mañana y luego ir a la playa a darme un chapuzón  
Desnudos desnudos desnudos  
Mi amor te amo pero no voy a renunciar a todo esto

Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca  
Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca

Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca  
Vamos a bailar mi amor  
Vamos a bailar a la discoteca

Discoteca

I fully expect some people to get creeped out and unfollow but when I used to go to church, I’d get creeped out, so this is that, and fair is fair. I'd probably get arrested in the former Unites States. FYI, I'm not really a witch.

Lyrics:

They say kneel, they say pray, then rub my shoulders and look away.
Bitter tales and the air is stale, and every song scrapes like nails.

Fingers grip far too long and voices wail and they call it song.
Speaking in tongues I can’t translate, and threats of fire if I escape.

Eyes are closed when questions burn.  
God is needy, I have learned.  
Every sermon strokes a fear and every smile masks a sneer.

If I stumble I must pay the vengeance dressed in holy gray.
I hear whispers through the walls judging me with ancient laws.

Close your eyes, eyes that pry, I was born in truth but raised in lies.
Try to mould me, I defy, I’m your fear and I will fly.

No one’s born to kneel or pray, they teach us fear to make us pay.
Books are closed when questions burn but we are here, you never learn.

Hands on eyes, eyes that pry, born in truth but raised in lies.
Try to mould me, I defy, I’m your fear and I will fly

Who I love terrifies you
A coven hidden in your pews
Your God’s a myth and you’re a fake
We live beside you, wide awake

We Live

In the hours after Culloden, soldiers fleeing the battle were slaughtered, as were those left wounded on the field.

No mercy shown
Steel on bone
Brothers gone
Oh no

Sky cries rain
I feel no pain

They lie dead
Our colours stain the ground
My heart is lead
I will make a sound

Cowards smile
For a little while
Our sacred land
Is in their hand

Sky cries rain
I feel no pain

They lie dead
Our colours stain the ground
My heart is lead
I will make a sound

Cowards smile
For a little while
Our sacred land
Is in their hand

Sky cries rain
I feel no pain

They lie dead
Our colors stain the ground
My heart is lead
I will make a sound

Broken men , broken hearts .mp3

Maddie She’s Had It! (Live)

Mi piaci tanto da impazzire

Video:
https://youtu.be/5Mf5uk7uLO0?si=Xg-uNgZBaBKLNhtx

Riesco a sopportare quello che passa  
Nella tua testa senza chiederti niente  
Sei come il mare che si specchia nel cielo  
E come il mare tu cambi colore  

Ma tu sei dolce quando dici ti amo  
Mi piaci un mondo quando parli d'amore  
E mi sento come un foglio di carta  
Con il vento io volo da te  

Mi apri il cuore e poi lentamente  
Me lo richiudi e fai finta di niente  
Sei un maestro ad inventare le scuse  
E un bambino per poi perdonare  

Ma so per certo che mi ami davvero  
Anche se a volte mi fai un po di paura  
E mi spaventa che questa avventura  
Potrebbe finire con te  

Ti offro il mio corpo completamente  
A te che sei e sarai per sempre il mio amante  
E non voglio frammenti d amore  
Ti voglio mio per tutte le ore  

Perché mi piaci tanto tanto da impazzire  
Perché mi piaci tanto tanto da morire  
E non mi bastano pochi minuti  
Per stare vicino a te  
Non mi basta  

E quando tu mi regali un sorriso  
Faccio attenzione a non cadere per terra  
E quelle mani che accarezzano il viso  
Sono frasi d amore per me  

Ma sei un lunatico impertinente  
Invece ti vorrei gentile e presente  
E se questa  storia dovesse finire
Finirebbe il mondo per me  

Io non mi sento una stella cadente  
Saro per te una guida costante  
Tua per sempre nel nostro cammino  
Disegneremo il nostro destino  

Perché mi piaci tanto tanto da impazzire  
Perché mi piaci tanto tanto da morire  
E non mi bastano pochi minuti  
Per stare vicino a te  
Non mi basta  
No non mi basta  
Non mi basta

mi piaci tanto da impazzire

When love is all you see and feel , something inside takes over ! 

I lit the match without a plan A tiny spark in my trembling hand The wind caught fire It ran It ran 

A towering inferno of love It burns No way to stop it No place to turn It rises higher It twists and churns A towering inferno of love It burns 

Your voice was smoke that filled the sky A whisper soft but it made me cry Ashes falling I can't deny 

Every ember Every flame Screams your name Screams your name 

A towering inferno of love It burns No way to stop it No place to turn It rises higher It twists and churns A towering inferno of love It burns 

The walls are glowing The roof caves in The heat of passion It scars my skin But I don't run I let it win

Inferno of Love .mp3

they say you live to learn. however, this dutiful view ignores that there are things worth perceiving and experiencing that only become apparent when you do the opposite: unlearn. unlearn routines, rules, patterns, standards and schemata with which we fill the drawers of our worldview as if that somehow made us wiser. in the end, we know nothing at all, and that to perfection. like grandmasters of a pentatonic riff.

what about things that challenge the familiar in an engagingly irreverent way and openly question everything we've learned? dadaism, for example, which I btw associate with the only instance of unlearning I regret: the loss of most of my knowledge of french.

in the 70s I spent a lot of time in la rochelle and I was able to converse avec les gens là-bas almost as a matter of course, even though, as proud french people, they didn't even consider speaking a little slower and more clearly for me. no mercy!

this fabulous period was followed by decades without any linguistic contact. so, when I finally had the chance to speak french with someone again, I couldn't remember anything. zero. all gone. just fragments. and that despite the fact that I had even written a french poem (ok, admittedly with the help of the fave cactus fruit of mr. leary, which https://soundcloud.com/imre-lodbrog has just sung about that unparalleled brilliantly. 

I dedicated the poem to alfred jarry, ingenious pioneer of dada. (further dedication stuff https://youtu.be/TvBhSEF0H6I?si=O9IgVXlscnHy97s2 ).

unlike my language skills, the poem has remained to this day, as well as two attempts from back then to set it to music.

the first was just purist: spoken vocals with melodic tendencies, accompanied by medieval 4/4 percussion and sparse low strings, later adding third and fifth voices like minstrel singing.

the second version was due to my absolute love of serge gainsbourg's songs (especially with jane birkin) and my fascination with the arrangements/melodies of french ballads from the late 60s and early 70s.

there were rough demos of both, but never the vocals I had in my head. until today. 

it's nov 1st, the anniversary of jarry's death. and I thought I'd pay him tribute. with both versions, which he would surely have found merde!

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

for reasons of space, an english translation can be found under the second version.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Si les miroirs mentent ou rêvent de leurs reflets,
Si Dieu écrit encore quand sa plume tremble,
Ou si le temps s’endort dans un verre de lait.

Pourquoi les chaises songent aux jambes perdues,
Et les fenêtres prient pour rester éveillées ?
Le vent qui passe écrit des mots inconnus
Sur les rideaux froissés de la vérité.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, j'explique le monde

Un chat s’endort debout, prophète de l’absurde,
Son œil comprend ce que ma tête refuse,
Il dit : « Penser, c’est creuser un trou sans mur, »
Puis rit d’avoir compris qu’il s’y amuse.

Les montres saignent lentement leur heure creuse,
Un coq de fer annonce un matin inutile,
Je cherche un sens, il fuit, rieur, sous la pelouse,
Et me fait signe d’un geste immobile.

Dans une auberge ...

Si le silence a peur des horloges qui chantent,
Alors le cri des fleurs devient une prière,
Et le néant, coiffé d’une ombre élégante,
Apprend à danser dans la poussière claire.

J’ai vu le ciel écrire en bleu sa lassitude,
Les anges, las, buvaient du thé sans éternel,
Et chaque goutte avait le goût des habitudes
Qu’on oublie mal, même au fond du réel.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je demeure,
Entre la tasse et le doute, un peu penché,
Le monde tourne, ivre, en cherchant sa rumeur,
Et moi, je bois pour ne pas y penser.

Dans une auberge ...

L'Auberge Absurde 1

A few layers of my Les P  with a piano accompaniment.

Layers

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Wrong For Me

The Gospel of the Divided Tongue

My man's got sermons in his hands,
A carpentry of touch and grace.
He builds a temple where I stand,
But speaks in code I can't embrace.
He holds the hammer, sharp and true,
The language of the finished wall.
I need the gospel wet with dew,
The silent vow before the fall.
I was born a lexicon of tears,
He’s fluency in stoic steel;
We stand on shores of different years,
And cannot speak the way we feel.

Take me to the pulpit of his mind,
Where all his deepest meanings lie.
He offers me the honest kind
Of love that I can't testify.
He uses stone and I use silk,
He offers labour, I need prayer.
We drink the same unholy milk,
But share a silence in the air.
And every time we try to teach
The syntax of our warring hearts,
We fail to bridge the fatal breach
That pulls our separate worlds apart.

He leaves a note pinned to the oak,
A list of things he fixed today.
For him, that's every word he spoke,
His promise written clear as day.
He sees the mended, solid door,
He thinks he’s said "I love you" best.
But I still search the metaphors
Hidden inside his sleeping chest.
I light a candle, soft and low,
A vigil for the words unheard.
He sees the danger of the glow,
And douses it without a word.

Take me to the pulpit of his mind,
Where all his deepest meanings lie.
He offers me the honest kind
Of love that I can't testify.
He uses stone and I use silk,
He offers labour, I need prayer.
We drink the same unholy milk,
But share a silence in the air.
And every time we try to teach
The syntax of our warring hearts,
We fail to bridge the fatal breach
That pulls our separate worlds apart.

If his devotion is the work he does,
Then mine's the music in the space.
We build a kingdom just because,
But cannot name the holy place.
We are the faithful, standing near,
But worshipping two different gods.
The echo of a hidden fear
Is proof that every sentence frauds.

Take me to the pulpit of his mind,
Where all his deepest meanings lie.
He offers me the honest kind
Of love that I can't testify.
He uses stone and I use silk,
He offers labour, I need prayer.
We drink the same unholy milk,
But share a silence in the air.
And every time we try to teach
The syntax of our warring hearts,
We fail to bridge the fatal breach
That pulls our separate worlds apart.

Amen.
The tongue is split.
Amen.
We cannot quit.
Amen.
The gospel's mute.
Amen.
Without the root.

The Gospel of divided tongue by ARGYTACT 2025

The Gospel of divided tongue

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