The sun rises high, but it fades too soon,
A fleeting moment, like a dying tune.
The clock keeps ticking, the hours slip away,
I’m chasing shadows of yesterday.

Every breath I take, every step I make,
Feels like a race against the hands of fate.
I’m standing here, but I’m miles behind,
Trying to hold on to what I can’t rewind.

The echoes of time, they call my name,
Reminding me nothing stays the same.
Every day lost is a piece of my soul,
A story unfinished, a dream on hold.
I’ll fight to live before I fade,
‘Cause every day lost is a price I’ve paid.

The stars they whisper in the dead of night,
“Don’t let the fire die, keep it burning bright.”
But the weight of the world, it drags me down,
I’m drowning in silence, I’m losing ground.

I see the faces of the ones I love,
Their laughter echoes like a gift from above.
But time’s a thief, and it steals away,
The moments we think we’ll have someday.

The echoes of time, they call my name,
Reminding me nothing stays the same.
Every day lost is a piece of my soul,
A story unfinished, a dream on hold.
I’ll fight to live before I fade,
‘Cause every day lost is a price I’ve paid.

I’ll climb the mountains, I’ll cross the seas,
I’ll face the storm, I’ll bend the breeze.
No more waiting, no more regret,
I’ll make every second one I won’t forget.

The echoes of time, they guide my heart,
I’ll make a new beginning, a brand-new start.
Every day lost is a lesson learned,
A fire inside, a passion earned.
I’ll live this life, I’ll break these chains,
‘Cause every day lost won’t be in vain.

The sun sets low, but it’ll rise again,
A promise of hope, a chance to begin.
I’ll hold on tight, I’ll make it through,
‘Cause every day lost… leads me back to you.

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Ephemeral horizons

Echoes of time

Echoes of Time

This is one of my favorite poems, written by William Allingham in 1805 "Up The Airy Mountain", I wanted to bring a fresh listen to it. 

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;

Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;

Or going up with music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow

They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake

By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather

Up The Airy Mountain

Father whispers as he fades 
Son returns His dues are paid 
Brother's ghost smiles through the rain 
Bound together by the chain

Father, brother, son




with great pleasure I post a new collaboration with Angelo Gabri, an Italian poet who kindly provided me with a text that immediately inspired me. I hope you enjoy listening🙏🏻🤝⚘🦋💥🦋🙋‍♂️🙇🏾‍♂️🏋‍♂️



Lyric by Angelo Gabri, 
Music by LinOnyx

I'M BACK HOME

(Verse)

I left with the wind in my hair, 

dreaming of distant lands, 

 looking for new brothers. 

every face a mystery, 

  every step an adventure 

but the past followed me, 

especially in the cool of the evening. 

(Chorus)

I'm going home, 

  through the forgotten streets, 

I'm going home

where time

  has left the villages intact. 

(Verse)

I have lived stormy seas, 

but also loves left in my pocket, 

I have collected the crumbs of a desired dream, 

every smile encountered, 

an echo of nostalgia gone, 

while the memory of home 

called me in secret . 

 (Chorus)

I come home, through the forgotten streets,

I come home

where time

 has left the villages intact. 

(Verse)

And while the train runs,

 the landscape fades,

the images of the past

 mix with the present,

but in the scent of home,

 I find a little peace,

an embrace of memories,

a refuge for the soul.

(Chorus)

I come home, in the beloved arms,

I come home

where the memories have reunited

with the heart finally overflowing with love

 (Bridge)

And find yourself standing

without carrying any pain. 

And when I finally cross that threshold,

the weight dissolves, like snow in the sun,

because coming home

 is an act of courage,

a new beginning, a step towards tomorrow. 

(Chorus)

I go back home, through the forgotten streets

and now the days are getting longer



Torno a casa - featured Angelo Gabri.mp3

La Gazelle a posé un texte sublime et sa voix magnifique sur l'une de mes musiques. Je la remercie du fond du cœur pour cette collaboration !
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L'Intime Plénitude

La monotonia è come una malattia. Invecchia precocemente. 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita 

Rimanere intrappolati nella ragnatela della vita. 
Cedere alla routine della giornata. 
Fare e rifare una lenta litania. 
Abbandonarsi alla mortale monotonia. 

Essere codardi. Paura di cambiare. 
Vestire di quell’abito scuro che non ci appartiene. 
Forse un po’ di egoismo ci farebbe star bene. 
Forse un po’ di buonismo andrebbe messo da parte. 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita. 
Una spinta per andare in discesa. 
Scappare, latitare, sparire. 
Dare nuovo sangue a questo stanco cuore. 

Ritrovare il coraggio di sognare. 
Lasciare andare il peso del passato. 
Ricoprire con mille colori questo mondo grigio. 
Trovare la forza in ogni sfida. 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita. 
Sfidare le paure del silenzio
Camminare, correre, gioire,
Andare dove ti porta il cuore. 

Ogni giorno passato é una perdita,
É buttare al vento il nostro tempo. 
Ci fa invecchiare più rapidamente 
Ci distrugge il corpo e la mente 

Dare nuova linfa a questa vita. 
Una spinta per andare in discesa. 
Scappare, latitare, sparire
Dare nuovo sangue a questo stanco cuore.

Dare linfa a questa vita

when I first met you baby
standing under the streetlight
smoking a cigarette
she asked me if she needed a light 
I knew that I had found a woman
a woman make me feel alright
you dont seem to understand baby
I need more than just a night 
need more than a night
wanna be your lovin man
lovin man 
but Ive been stone walled
Ive been stone walled 
been stone walled 
-----------------------
Ive been stone walled-------
-----------------------
yea baby
driving all night 
pouring rain 
just to see your face again
baby
Ive been stone walled
baby Ive been stoned walled 
----------------------------
solo
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baby Ive been stone walled
--------------------------
baby Ive been stone walled 
--------------------------

STONE WALLED

Sounds of desperation

Hey wait a minute
Who do you think you are
Comin' on, comin' on
Like you're some kinda movie star
Wearing twelve hundred dollars
D'ecollet'e
You looked a whole lot better to me
From twenty feet away
You're just a three dressed up as a 9
You're only, wastin' my time
A three dressed up as a 9, hey yeah
(All dressed up but you're only a three, a three dressed up as a 9)
Socially
You know you fit in just right
But as for me
I'm gonna have to pass tonight
Well you can say what you like
Be what you wanna be
You can suit yourself, baby
But you don't suit me
You're just a three dressed up as a 9
You're only, wastin' my time
A three dressed up as a 9, hey yeah
(All dressed up but you're only a three, a three dressed up as a 9)
Hey wait a minute
Who do you think you are
Comin' on, comin' on
Just like you're some kinda movie star
Well you can say what you like
Be what you wanna be
You can suit yourself baby
But you don't suit me
You're just a three dressed up as a 9
You're only, wastin' my time
A three dressed up as a 9, hey yeah

v2.02


3 Dressed Up As A 9

When you scream at Ghosts....

I met a masked robber at an open bar at Mardi Gras
He smiled and said ” I’m gonna steal your heart”
I said, if you’re trying to get my attention 
That’s a pretty good place to start 
I'd never thought he'd break my heart


I fell hard and fast
I thought, this kind of love could last
But....damn 
How could I have been so wrong?
Different dancer,  same song 
by the time the fall leaves fell
he was gone


It’s too late to apologize
It’s too late to expect you’d be a stand-up guy 
I’m tired of asking why...
There is nothing you can say or do
You're a masked robber on the loose
but I need a mercy from you


If you ever loved me 
Why'd you ghost me?
I need your ghost to come back


I need the ghost of you to come back
Take back all the love we made
Take back all of the reasons you couldn’t stay 
Take back all of the memories we ever made 
Take back everything that reminds me of you
 keep looking over your shoulder, 
I need closure,
This Louisiana girl needs to bury you


I sleep on your side of the bed
Where your head used to rest
I know that doesn't make sense 
I still don't know why you left
This is the state of affairs 
you left me in 
Was I not worth an explanation?
 I still feel your breath on my skin


I still go to Welty's  on Saint Charles Avenue
Our usual waitress, Miss Olivia 
she doesn't ask about you 
a knowing look, she says, 
Sugar, are you doin' okay?
I can barley nod, yes
Because inside I'm dying 
She knows I 'm lying

I could tell her you moved to California
But the truth is to this day
I don't know where you are either way


It’s too late to apologize
It’s too late to expect you’d be a stand-up guy 
I’m tired of asking why
There is nothing you can say or do
You're a masked robber on the loose
But I need a mercy from you


If you ever loved me 
Why'd you ghost me ?
I need your ghost to come back


I need the ghost of you to come back
Take back all the love we made
Take back all of the reasons you couldn’t stay
take back all of the memories we ever made 
Take back everything that reminds me of you
 keep looking over your shoulder,  I need closure,
This Louisianna girl needs to bury you


I'm gonna bury you 
I'm gonna bury you

The Ghost of You

SCAR by Nova J

I got an open wound
Will it bleed under pressure?
Will it hurt forever?
Will it hurt?

I got a long road
Will I ever get better?
Will healing take forever?
Will I heal?

I’m trying to take this day by day
I’m dying to take this pain away

But I keep staring at this scar
And I can’t walk very far
Without feeling pain
And dreamin’ of the day

That I can heal this open wound
Ease the pain I’m feeling soon
Lost in the walls of this empty room
Staring at the door you ain’t coming through

I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t know where to go
You led, I followed.
Am I hollow?

I’m scared to break
Every step I take
I feel the pain
Will I break?

I’m trying to take this day by day
I’m dying to take this pain away

But I keep staring at this scar
And I can’t walk very far
Without feeling pain
And dreamin’ of the day

[HOOK – reintroduce hook with new vocal layer over choral harmonies]
That I can heal this open wound
Ease the pain I’m feeling soon
Lost in the walls of this empty room
Staring at the door you ain’t coming through

I still got an open wound
Healing cannot come soon
Enough (Enough)
Enough (Enough)
Enough (Enough)
Enough (Enough)

I still got an open wound
Healing cannot come soon
Enough (Enough)
Enough (Enough)
Enough (Enough)
Enough (Enough)

I’m still staring at this scar
Prayin’ it won’t leave a mark
I just wanna feel okay
And I’m praying for the day

I got an open wound
Will it bleed under pressure?
Will it hurt forever?
Will it hurt?

SCAR

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