Skybox Projection

Video : https://youtu.be/FykWsVJieHQ?si=IaZgOjeGQpZDu8d_

(texte ci-dessous/ Lyrics just below)
En Trio Bass/Drums & moi au 🎤 et 🎸
Enregistré Live aux Studio 7eme ciel Paris / 
Recorded live with my Trio Bass/Drums & me on the 🎤 and my yellow 🎸Stratocaster ! What a fun 🌈‼️

Trop de Peines Trop de Larmes 

Encore un matin 
sans ton corps contre le mien 
Quand chambre égale froid 
Équation d’la gueule de bois 

Quand j’suis trop là las
Quand t’es trop Loin loin
Comment veux-tu que je sois bien, 
Sans ton corps contre le mien,  

On est seul, 
on part seul, 
Il n’y a pas de Liberté 
sans toi 
à mes côtés 

Les matins j’suis seul, 
Oh, le matin je crains 
Le matin j’ai peur, 
peur de tout 
peur de rien, 
quand t’es trop loin, 
j’me sens seul 
j’me sens sale, 
comment veux-tu que je sois bien, 
sans son corps contre le mien, 

On est seul, 
on part seul 
Y a pas de Liberté 
Sans Toi 
a mes côtés
 
Il y a….

Trop de Peines Trop de Larmes 
Trop de Peines Trop de Larmes 
Sèche t’es Larmes 
Lâche tes armes 
Trop de Peines Trop de Larmes 
Trop de Peines Trop de Larmes 

Solo 
Oh t’es toujours à côtés, 
T’es toujours à mes côtés babe 
Jusqu’au jour, ce putain de jour du 13 août,  
je jouais dans un club, 
et y avais un putain de brouhaha derrière. C’était avec un groupe de Blues un peu merdique, hein ? 
Et toute mignonne 
tu me murmures à l’oreille  « Oh j’ai une super nouvelle pour toi chéri ! » : Tu vas être content ! Ouais ! 
Tu vas être content parce que : 
je pars ,  je pars, 
j’ai rencontré, ouais j’ai rencontré un mec super ! 
Il habite LA. 
Il travaille dans le Voguing, Marketing Wanking , Stilling, Billing Bling and Blanging et tout ce Blabla là….
Mais on s’en fout ! 
En fait je pars demain avec lui.  
Je prends l’avion 
Il me paie le billet, et, on va faire plein plein plein, plein l’argent tous les deux. 
Oh putain je t’enverrai des tonnes, des milliers des milliers de Dollars….
On va être riche Chéri parce que …
Il n’y a que toi que j’aime, il n’y a que toi qui a toujours compter dans ma vie. 
Je pars à Los Angeles pour revenir….
Je t’aime Baby,  je t’aime, je t’aime tu m’as dit, hein ! 
Ah  Tout le temps tu disais….  
Je t’aime c’est pour toi c’est pour toi, c’est pour toi, c’est pour nous , c’est pour toi c’est pour toi c’est pour nous c’est pour toi c’est pour toi….
Ah ce soir là je sais pas je sais plus je sais pas je sais plus mais, c’que je sais……

Elle est jamais revenue nan. 
Elle est jamais revenue nan. 
Elle est jamais revenue nan, elle est jamais revenue nan….Nan Nan Nan. 
Je sèche mes larmes, 
je sèche mes larmes, 
de bagarre en vacarme…

Trop de peine Trop de Larmes 
Trop de peine Trop de Larmes

On est seul, 
on part seul 
Y a pas d’fatalite’
Je choisis la liberté 
Nan !
Y a pas d’fatalité’
choisis la liberté …
Parce que
On est seul 
On part seul ….

Trop de peine Trop de Larmes
Trop de peine Trop de Larmes Jamais dépendre de qui ou quoi que ce soit…
Choisis la Liberté 



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"Trop De Peines Trop De Larmes"  Benjamin'sPowerBlues Trio Alb "L'homme Bleu"

3 hour flip. track selected by https://soundcloud.com/meorkat
Original track - https://youtu.be/Cf6KO6THkfg
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Loop Diggers Sunday Roulette Challenge 118 KAT'S KRATES VOL. 3 - S I G H _ N E A R

HOWLINWOLFBACKDOORMAN(REMIX)

by Phil Dutton & Les Corlett

Lyrics

I felt my heart grow heavy,
My body growing weak,
I found a place to rest,
Where my bones could creak.
I listened to the rain,
On the old tin roof,
I missed you all my friends,
Now isn't that the truth?

I'm not the same man,
I thought I was last night, 
Now my life seems full of ghosts.
And the things that hurt the most.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. 

I know the years that passed,
Weren't so good for me,
I wished for better times,
In your company.
I thought you always knew,
I didn't think to ask,
Now I'm here all alone,
My time is fading fast.
I have my reservations,
And sometimes I feel blue,
But I have to give up some day,
If I'm going to pull through. 
I'll face down my accuser,
My reflection in the hall. 
I don't know if it means a lot? 
Or anything at all? 

I've been away for so long,
I admit that I was wrong
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.

However far I travel,
It's never far enough. 
I sort of got lost,
In the midst of all that stuff.
In awkward conversations,
Where nothing's ever said. 
To cold nights spent alone,
Where the heart is never fed.
I felt my heart grow heavy,
My body growing weak,
I found a place to rest,
Where my bones could creak.
I listened to the rain,
On the old tin roof,
I missed you all my friends,
Now isn't that the truth?

I'm not the same man,
I thought I was last night.
Now my life seems full of ghosts,
And the things that hurt the most.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.

Melancholy Blue

Ghosts (In Your Eyes)

GHOSTS (IN YOUR EYES)

A Slight Case Of Morning Agony

Lonely Lights

I am curious how my, or anybody's, musical output is altered by actual life. Usually, well, at least over the last bunch of years that I've been posting here. I can't really say because both the music and life are in a constant flow. This last year though the music and my normal day to day life were somewhat interrupted. I seem to be settling into a familiar but slightly different approach. Although most of my curiosities remain. This piece is really a reframing. That's what I like to call it when I cover a song by someone but keep the original vocal. In this case Ian Stephen. As a change of pace I am actually playing, as a bassist with Mr. Stephen. I must say it delights me that for once I can share one of my musical portraits with the subject. It's also fun to ponder why I've changed, in my own music, what I have.

Let Elvis Free

Secret Garden

Its a minute to eleven and my bags are all packed
4 years of war and I've lived through it all
I heard they signed a deal so nobody will kill 
I never ever thought it would end top this way

I've been sleeping in the mud for so long I'm going mad
fire shot and shell I've faced it all I can recall
every friend I had has gone and bought it in the mud
they gave me a medal just for staying alive 

what will I do when I go I've been dreaming of home for so long
will I get back to Blighty  I have to start over again

you should have seen the truce on the day the angel sang
2 sides came together and exchanged all pleasantries 
the sound of silent night the sight of souvenirs and gifts
once the game was over out came the guns

can't believe I've nearly made it through
next month ill join the working queue
will she still be there when I get back
how long will it take for me to crack

time is nearly up and so I throw my rifle down
I take a minute to reflect on the horrors I have faced
on the road to mons im just walking by a house
shot through the heart and im spoken to no more

A minute to Eleven

Eine  inspirierende Reise voller rhythmischer Beats und harmonischer Klänge. Dieses Afro House Album verbindet Energie, Emotion und kreative Tiefe – perfekt für jede Stimmung und jeden Moment. 

In all its Glory

When the Hand Plays

Release 2025-09-05

When the hand plays

Owner of FreeNotFree Studios, LLC based in Alabama, FreeNotFree is a dedicated artist, producer, and entrepreneur releasing music on all streaming platforms. Music has always been my passion, and I'm attracted to trying any and all genres I can. Let's collab just hit me up!

I thank God for everything.

-FreeNotFree

Lonely Lights

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