music, arrangements, mix : Tulipe (@tulipe-records)
voix/vocals : Dominique Briand & Tulipe (@tulipe-records)

Un immense merci à mon ami et talentueux artiste Tulipe (@tulipe-records) pour avoir accepté de m’accompagner sur ce projet en composant et jouant cette superbe musique et en posant sa voix sur la mienne.

A huge thank you to my friend and talented artist Tulipe (@tulipe-records) for agreeing to accompany me on this project by composing and playing this superb music and by adding his voice to mine.


Paroliers : Hubert Giraud / Noel Roux

On peut vivre sans richesse
Presque sans le sou
Des seigneurs et des princesses
Y'en a plus beaucoup
Mais vivre sans tendresse
On ne le pourrait pas
Non, non, non, non
On ne le pourrait pas
On peut vivre sans la gloire
Qui ne prouve rien
Etre inconnu dans l'histoire
Et s'en trouver bien
Mais vivre sans tendresse
Il n'en est pas question
Non, non, non, non
Il n'en est pas question
Quelle douce faiblesse
Quel joli sentiment
Ce besoin de tendresse
Qui nous vient en naissant
Vraiment, vraiment, vraiment
Le travail est nécessaire
Mais s'il faut rester
Des semaines sans rien faire
Eh bien, on s'y fait
Mais vivre sans tendresse
Le temps vous paraît long
Long, long, long, long
Le temps vous parait long
Dans le feu de la jeunesse
Naissent les plaisirs
Et l'amour fait des prouesses
Pour nous éblouir
Oui mais sans la tendresse
L'amour ne serait rien
Non, non, non, non
L'amour ne serait rien
Quand la vie impitoyable
Vous tombe dessus
On n'est plus qu'un pauvre diable
Broyé et déçu
Alors sans la tendresse
D'un coeur qui nous soutient
Non, non, non, non
On n'irait pas plus loin
Un enfant nous embrasse
Parce qu'on le rend heureux
Tous nos chagrins s'effacent
On a les larmes aux yeux
Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, mon Dieu
Dans votre immense sagesse
Immense ferveur
Faites donc pleuvoir sans cesse
Au fond de nos coeurs
Des torrents de tendresse
Pour que règne l'amour
Règne l'amour
Jusqu'à la fin des jours

La Tendresse (Bourvil) par Tulipe et Dominique

My first DAW song!
I enjoyed very much doing this song?
Can you also enjoy it?

Under Pressure
In this world of expectations where success is a decree
All the pressure from everywhere can easily break you and me
Schooling us with numbers and facts, who care is’s breaking our backs
All the promises I must keep still hunt me in my sleep
In this circle of demands the pressure still expands

Education should be the key, but if the pressure breaks me?
What if I cannot break free?

You think when I smile I’m shinning so bright, but deep within there is a fear I can’t fight
All the pressure closing on me, expectations, how to be free?
How can I handle the wight before it is too late?
The obligations are so strong, where do I belong?

Success is what we strive for, but I wonder if there’s more
Expectations are everywhere,  all the pressure I have to bear

Under Pressure

a live demo recorded on the old tape machine.........peace, cheers for having a listen and seasons greetings.............*Tombstone Jones by The Bluebirds From Montezuma..........one of my many favs that ive found on here........a great group i like to listen to in the morn with me cuppa


somebody told me it's mind over matter
but does it matter to you that mine is in tatters
cos I'm sick of what I'm seeing on my devices
it's breaking my brain

advice never asked for, watch them boiling wooden spoons 
hearing peoples cringy songs with them singing outta tune
and pretending that they listen
to get a good review

or watch them bury their heads in their hands as they weep
cos they lost everything they got nowhere to sleep
and from the comfort of our 24/7 live feed
we can give it our armchair critique

and as always there's talk, endless conclusions
everyone shouting so there aint no solutions
to the problems that lie at our feet
seems they only exist when they're on our screen

branded and tagged like cattle at the station
trying to be our authentic self on rotation
but we can't shut up about it
cos everybody's gotta know

so many conversations we're all trying to be heard
and not paying any mind to the things that deserve 
our attention deficit has never been so bad I've heard
since 1963

and as always there's talk, endless discussions
like a blow to the head can give you concussion
like the problems that lie in our homes
seems they only exist if someone else knows

we protest cos the cows are fartin to much
but if we eat any, the plant lovers hate our guts
cos they rather we live on daises and nuts
so we can squeeze through a crack in the wall

maybe what we need to do is find a quiet space
pull up a chair and stare into space
and for 5 minutes just be alone with our face
and shut the fuck up for a while

stfu (For a While)

-Mirror-

Story time. February seems to bring out my dark side.  Here we have a very bad man about to have his sentence fulfilled. In it, he will receive his final "song". The same "song" that his victims received. 

Lyrics;
Piper
I pay the Devil's dues
This Piper's lost the tune
Like the many souls who sang my song
I leave this world too soon

I'm not seeking mercy
Not asking to be saved
I'm not looking for forgiveness
For deeds deemed depraved

The doctor stands beside me
His hand rests on my head
Strapped in, I can not move
As I lay upon the bed

The singers sang the Piper's song
And I set those voices free
I was writing songs days one and two
And I played them on day three

Now bring your music doctor
I look forward to your tune
Inject me with a melody
'til my beating heart's consumed
Not quite a requiem
But I accept this honorarium
For the music that I gave them
The music moving through me
From my shoulders to my hands
I feel the final chorus
Banishing the damned

Darkness overcomes me
I receive the Devil's kiss
No sight or sound or focus
As I sink through the abyss

I pay the Devil's dues
This Piper's lost his song
Yet beating in the darkest hearts
The Piper's music carries on

The Piper

Can’t always get what you want (cover)

I've heard part of this lead guitar before in someone else's song..  and it's doing my head in... I want to find out what I've possibly encroached... If anyone can put a name to it I would be very grateful... 🤔 I'd like to check it and adjust if it's too close... My hunch is the timing will keep my piece original enough and I think it's also the reason I can't think of it ... Musical mind control haha


Timing 7/1 (Hat tip to Pink Floyd song Money which ia 7/4)

I used 7/8 in the end as I wasn't feeling the gait 7/4 gives you at 33bpm, my random-ish bpm. Has a nice psychotic hijack reference anyways...

Tempo 33 BPM (The number of the Bus in the movie Speed)

Added electric guitar lead with the piano and vox


Page > Screen
To reiterate my opinion on using a pen and paoer vs a screen... It's break from the square light. You are less distracted plugging yourself out of that wireless matrix. Like I alude to in the song about books vs videos... I heard JRE parrot a while ago that he thinks videos are the same for absorbing info as books... I completely disagree. He'sa sales man selling his semi real world... For absorbing something with technical information only... maybe... But for creating your own opinion on something and merging that better with an author or creator... Books give you pause to create your own solid thoughts about something. You give yourself ponder time where as being led by a film maker you must accept their flow more then an author and a book... I think anyways... The more I think about it again it comes back to the screen as the distraction to your clear thought... It's not just the light in fa tvits not that. It's the subliminal association and the mode tour brain will inconsciously go into when you are surfing the matrix... You in dumb down mode locked into reels and shorts so does that trigger it all the time at some level given so many people are so used to that as normal.. just expanding on that Incase you get a half assed unplug by writing on a tablet  ... My lyrics I think have vastly improved since I decided to only write that way again... i never write on a screen now only to type them out

Lyrics

We used to barter
Comparable value
Traditional
Social
For our kids, we haggled
Then money washed over the world
Value became a nothingness unfurled
New control of will
Weakened minds
Money now pill
Permanent mine, to mine.
It mines your mind,
Materialism
It boils your love with fake physical schism
It melts your zealed connection to neighbour
It took sharing away
Now feeds capital (online = plugged into the matrix spend more spend more no connectivity with life) flavour
This flavour tastes bitter to me
I spat out the sweet with good Nepali
Temple balled brain says we need new way
Let's dissect this finance let song have a say

So many angles but credit king cruel
Imaginary money forms more digital druel
The advert macvhine moves to highjack minds
I want it
They have it
We must be... It's mine
Mining your mind in multiple ways
Oh a headline,
Wow, now I'm an expert I say
Man, I saw this tik tok short
Now ion this universe I can report
My buddy knows it and musk says it's true...
It 'must' be what real world has shown us...
Rogan ' wrong.
Video can be shallow
A book gives you pause
Make your own true made swallow.

Hijacked hymn
Come on home again

Show yourself
Read the article
Whole documentaries paint small parts of this
Combined info. will find you honest
The mis-informed can become all honours
But you need to know how and what you are told
It's your muted love brings your subliminal bold
See the world
Confirm it's true
Forget the news
Go outside
Like trees do

Oh Hijacked hymn
You're coming home again
With reasons rule
Just candle light for you

Hijacked

Little Diddy

A twelve-track Western odyssey written in different tunings and different tongues of the same soul.

The first songs walk through memory and devotion; the middle ones crash into the saloon, loud and crooked; the final three — The Buck Ramble Trilogy — burn, drown, and rise beneath an unending sky.

By the end, Buck doesn’t return home. He becomes it.

Genre: Western Folk / Dust-Gospel / Frontier Blues
Mood: Epic, weathered, redemptive
For Fans Of: Marty Robbins, Colter Wall, Ennio Morricone soundscapes, and the long silence after a man tells the truth.

“Every life, like every string, rings truest when left open.”

© Volant Records / All Worlds Reserved®

Saguaro and Smoke

Phenomenon

01 - SA - Alev Lenz 3 - Interactive Album - Soul of Runner
02 - OT - TM - Women Choir Sustains Uuh Pitch Slides TM- Harps and Vibes - Pendulum Swells TM
03 - SA - ORBIS - Loops Playable - Balafon ConChaCha - Crunch - Tibetan Bells - Shimmer

Can’t always get what you want (cover)

James Geer