From Now On

From now on, I go ahead
Facing the hurricane, the storms, and the winds
So that nothing stops you anymore
And so that you feel ready

From now on, I think of you
Because if tomorrow surely won't be for me
I will have opened all the doors
So that you feel stronger

Oh, live to live
I no longer know
I don't know
I don't want
Waiting for your steps
Waiting, you're not here
Oh, live, survive
I don't want anymore
I don't want
I don't know
Where is that star
Toward which I should steer my sail

From now on
From now on
From now on

From now on, forgive me
If fear sometimes makes me say nonsense
I will manage to keep quiet
And if I lie, it is to please you

From now on, if I am here
If my hands reach out to you once more
It is my last prayer
I will leave the light ahead 

Oh, living to laugh
I no longer know
I don’t know
I don’t want to
Hearing your footsteps
Hearing my heart beat
Oh, living without laughter
I don’t want to anymore
I don’t want to
I don’t know
I would like, before my departure
To cross paths with your breath, your gaze
To touch your fingers but not too late

Dorénavant

Only heaven can judge me, not a church or any other living corpse

The Gunslinger

My cover of 'Silent Night All Day Long' by John Prine.
Recorded on 12/14/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

There's a pine tree in a window in a house on a hill
With a tree top angel sitting perfectly still
She's watching the shoppers walk through the snow
With their arms full of treasures and hearts all aglow

We held hands and stared at the lights on the tree
As if Christmas was invented for you and for me
When the angel on the treetop requested a song
We sang Silent Night all day long

There's a family that's gathered in some living room
Dinner on the table that's been cooking since noon
Stockings on the mantle are hanging with care
While every body is saying a prayer

We held hands and stared at the lights on the tree
As if Christmas was invented for you and for me
When the angel on the treetop requested a song
We sang Silent Night all day long

There's a room out there somewhere with a woman in a chair
With memories of childhood still lingering there
How pretty the paper, the lights and the snow
How precious those memories of long long ago

We held hands and stared at the lights on the tree
As if Christmas was invented for you and for me
When the angel on the treetop requested a song
We sang Silent Night all day long

When the angel on the treetop requested a song
We sang Silent Night all day long

Writer(s): Bobby Whitlock, John Prine

Pablo

Francesco De Gregori