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Fall 2024

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Légère

Fin de nuit

Piano+chant : en hommage à l'univers incroyablement onirique, poétique du peintre Antoine Watteau ( et au 18ème siècle, siècle des ombres et des Lumières)

Comme Dans Une Toile De Watteau

En hommage à Socrate et Villon
 En vieux français " fors que moi-même" = "hormis moi-même", "sauf moi-même"
PAROLES
Je connais l’arbre à son feuillage
 Je connais l’homme à son visage
De l’amour je connais la chanson
J’en connais la trame et la chaîne
Comme le disait si bien Villon
 Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.

De la mer je connais le sel
 De la terre je connais le ciel
Je connais l’or des saisons
Et celui, serti, des poèmes
Comme le disait si bien Villon
 Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.

De Socrate je connais la science
 J’en connais la sage ignorance
 De la vérité la passion
Et d’Aristote les enthymèmes
  Comme le disait si bien Villon
Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.

Jetons qui sonnent et qui trébuchent
 J’en connais l’odeur et l’embûche
Et tous ces nouveaux Harpagon
Qui croient posséder ceux qu’ils aiment
 Comme le disait si bien Villon
 Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.


Du lilas je connais la fleur
 De l’arc-en-ciel les couleurs
La Voute ouverte à l’horizon
 Eclairant nos faces de carême
Comme le disait si bien Villon
 Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.

Je connais les parfums d’Orient
Et sais aux îles Sous-le-Vent
Mille sanctuaires aux poissons
 Je connais le chant des Sirènes
 Comme le disait si bien Villon
 Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.

Je connais l’enfant à la source
 De la vie je connais la course
 De la mort ? Non, sans façon,
 A peine n’en connais-je le terme
 Comme le dit si bien Villon
Je connais tout, fors que moi-même.

Du monde même connais la ruine
Je sais les menaces qui minent
Toute sa beauté par effraction
Autant le dire, pour ta gouverne,
 N’est-ce pas parce que, comme dit Villon
 Je connais tout, fors que moi-même ?

Henri Elie (copyright déposé par M-Editer 2023)
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In homage to Socrates and Villon ( in old French "fors que moi-même" = "except myself",
WORDS
I know the tree by its foliage
I know the man by his face
Of love I know the song
I know the weft and the warp
As Villon said so well
I know everything, except myself.

Of the sea I know the salt
Of the earth I know the sky
I know the gold of the seasons
And that, set, of the poems
As Villon said so well
I know everything, except myself .

Of Socrates I know science
I know its wise ignorance
Of truth the passion
And of Aristotle the enthymemes
As Villon said so well
I know everything, except myself.

Tokens that ring and stumble
I know the smell and the snare
And all these new Harpagons
Who think they possess those they love
As Villon said so well
I know everything, except myself.

From lilac I know the flower
Of the rainbow the colors
The Vault open to the horizon
Illuminating our Lenten faces
As Villon said so well
I know everything, except myself.

I know the perfumes of the Orient
And know the Leeward Islands
A thousand sanctuaries to fish
I know the song of the Sirens
As Villon said so well
I know everything, except myself.

I know the child at the source
Of life I know the race
Of death? No, without ceremony
I hardly know the term of it
As Villon says so well,
 I know everything, except myself.

Of the world itself knows ruin
I know the threats that undermine
All its beauty by breaking and entering
Might as well say it, for your information,
Isn't it because, as Villon says
I know everything, except myself?

Henri Elie (copyright registered by M-Editer 2023)

A Villon

L'hypothèse De Ton Retour

Quand tout autour le silence avance, on s'accroche à ses rêves, comme ces chevaux du ciel

Chevaux Du Ciel

Je n'arrive à rien en ce moment, à ne finaliser aucun de mes derniers morceaux. J'ai juste réussi à remixer une de mes chansons de 2023 
PAROLES FRANCAISES
Au bout de ton âge
Qu’auras-tu appris ?
Tenter le voyage
 Ou rester ici ?

Au bout du voyage
Au bout de la vie
Quel autre rivage
 Vers quel paradis ?

Au bout de ton âge
 Qu’auras-tu appris ? 
A tous ces visages
 Auxquels tu souris

Sais-tu quel message
Tu leur confies ?
Amis de passage
 Amours de ma vie

Chien de bas-étage
Faussant compagnie
 Sur ton porte-bagages
T’emportes ta vie
En haut du branchage
 L’oiseau fait son nid

Moitié chat sauvage
 Moitié queue de souris
Ça tourne à l’orage
Chantons sous la pluie

Le livre d’images
 Est bientôt fini
L’ whisky est hors d’âge
 Et mon cœur aussi
Au bout de mon âge
Qu’aurai-je donc appris ?

A Greenwich Village
Au cœur de Paris

S’il faut un message
Je te le confie
Ouvre toutes les cages
 Pour vivre ta vie
Laisse passer l’orage
Attends l’éclaircie

Moitié chat sauvage
 Moitié queue de souris
 Au bout de mon âge
Qu’aurai-je donc appris ?

___________________________________________________
At the end of my age
What will you have learned?
Try the trip
 Or stay here?

At the end of the journey
At the end of the night
What other shore
 To which paradise?

At the end of your age
 What will you have learned? 
To all these faces
 At which you smile

Do you know what message
Do you entrust them with them?
Friends passing through
 Loves of my life

Low-floor dog
Fausting company
 Half wildcat
 Half mousetail

On your luggage rack
You take your life
At the top of the branch
 The bird makes its nest

It's turning into a storm
Singing in the Rain
The picture book
 Is soon over

Whisky is out of age
 And my heart too
At the end of my age
 So what would I have learned?  

In Greenwich Village
In the heart of Paris
Open all cages
 To live your life

Au Bout De Mon Ãge

Merci mille fois à Miranda d'avoir aimé "Echo in the Mirror" : c'est spécialement pour elle que j'ai ici remixé ce morceau ( j'ai tenté un mix plus doux et surtout corrigé quelques défauts dans la voix)

Echo in the Mirror(new mix)

Si, comme moi, et comme le dit la voix, vous avez des difficultés à dormir, peut-être que ce morceau vous y aidera!!!

I Can't Sleep

un nouvel ambient, pour oublier un instant la folie destructrice des hommes, pour célébrer  à l'inverse le nom sacré de la Nature : la poussée, la venue au jour, la croissance de la vie sous toutes ses formes, au Printemps

Growing

Clearing out the last of the songs left in our winter closet. This started off as an acoustic cover of The Chromatic’s cover of ‘Petals’ by Hole but evolved into this bittersweet melody that reminds me of Elliott Smith, Jim O’ Rourke, Low and the somber side of Beck.

Undoubtedly I’ll keep fiddling with the mix as always and will then ship it off for mastering at some point.

Now we are very much looking to forward to embracing the spirit of summer by leaning into our rockier influences…more to come!

Expectations

This is a song for anyone who has ever lost or failed at something. Someone out there feels this way for you, and you should too. 

Forfeit Fights     

I know you hate them
For saying its true
But you don’t belong here
I know it too

It’s no ones fault
It’s no ones answer
For where we go from here

But I’m with you
Thick and through
Every time
We lose

You don’t owe anybody
Anything
But you don’t believe that
You were raised to think

Your bleeding heart 
Was all the world's to see

But I’m with you
Thick and through
Every time we choose
Sleepless nights
Forfeit fights
Burnt out lights
And shoes

You chose the narrow path instead
Of ones that led to lighter trends
When I fell down and broke the skin
On every hope we didn’t win
You put my arms around your neck
And carried me until the end

So I’m with you
Thick and through
Every time we lose
Sleepless nights
Forfeit fights
Burnt out lights
And 
Sleepless nights
Forfeit fights
Burnt out lights
And shoes

Forfeit Fights

When a child calls his guardian angel......
Copyright© Todos los derechos reservados.
Agosto 2024

Angels

||| Lost in Translation |||
From the album White Noise 
+ Releases 15 October 2025 on all major streaming platforms +
An experimental soundtrack, combining dark ambience and noise with amped up synth bass and downtempo beats...


Available for download here 💿
https://scratchkelly.bandcamp.com/track/lost-in-translation

Watch the video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGOb4uzAv90

White Noise

Lost In Translation

Download

une nouvelle version de ce trip hop que j'avais composé en 2022
 PAROLES
Tu restes
 Comme une parole interrompue
 
 A des années lumières
 Comme un cœur en hiver

A des années lumières
 Rien n’efface ton ombre
 Dans l’oubli rien n’est sombre
 Du joli nom d’amante
Ni le thé à la menthe
 Ni les lèvres mi-closes
 Ni le vase ni la rose
Ni la beauté du chant
 Ni le désenchantement

C’est comme si c’était hier
 Hier
 A des années-lumière

A des années-lumière
 Comme un oiseau qui chante
 Le cœur dans la tourmente
 Et moi qui m’impatiente
 Comme si c’était hier
 Hier

A des années-lumière
 D’étoiles la poussière
 Dans les grands yeux gris-verts
 Des enfants de la terre

Et nos mains sur la table
 Jouent au marchand de sable

 Tu restes
 Comme une parole interrompue
Comme les voix qui se sont tues

Dans l’oubli rien ne sombre
 Dans les années-lumière
Rien n’efface ton ombre
 Pour un cœur en hiver
 C’est comme si c’était…
 Hier
_______________________________________________________________
You stay
 Like an interrupted word

 Light years away
 Like an heart in winter

Light years away
 Nothing erases your shadow
 In oblivion nothing is dark
 The pretty name of a lover
Nor mint tea
 Nor half-closed lips
 Neither the vase nor the rose
Nor the beauty of singing
 Nor disenchantment

It's like it was yesterday
 Yesterday
 Light years away

Light years away
 Like a singing bird
 The heart in turmoil
 And I who get impatient
 As if it were yesterday
 Yesterday

Light years away
 From stars to dust
 In the big gray-green eyes
 Children of the Earth

And our hands on the table
 Play Sandman

 You stay
 Like an interrupted word
Like the voices that fell silent

In oblivion nothing sinks
 In the light years
Nothing erases your shadow
 For a heart in winter
 It's like it's...
 Yesterday

À Des Années - Lumière

Ah, the people we meet, and cross paths with, in this life…. So many experiences. How do we respond, especially if life clashes with these chance meetings? And what becomes of it? Once when looking for a place to rent, (25 years ago) I stopped to talk with an old man sitting on a bench. He had so much to say. My partner slowly became furious with me for taking the time to talk with him. We don’t have to wonder how that relationship went. In other words, this song is not about her…. Hee-hee. Or the old man for that matter. However, there are moments when paths cross, sometimes coming from very different trajectories and all of a sudden something wonderful happens in that moment. Gather, you might have experienced that too. This song is about a brief encounter with a kindred spirit, where our life trajectories did not change: A moment in passing. The song also contains some socially relevant thoughts/ lyrics about the world and my experience of it. Thoughts are thoughts though, and I find the more flexibly malleable I am with them, especially when it comes to the relative truths they may, or may not contain, the freer I am. Seems the more I attach to thoughts and refuse to change, the worse off it seems to get… But that’s just me. Hope you enjoy the song, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Moment In Passing

/больно махать с пирона вслед/
drawn people wave to us
from the compartments - carriages

it's time for them

they draw promises - to come back..
and that they already miss you
that they are so sorry..

and on the glass of the heart
they write..
with paper with tears in their eyes

and then erase..

cold or sadness on their faces?

and it seems that they are yearning and suffering
but the train has started moving
and they forget..

drawn people wave to us
from the compartments - carriages

where?
where -
they will go now
so that our love does not burn out..

it doesn't matter to them -
where to draw feelings..
and then erase everything..
erase..

and forget...



нам машут нарисованные люди 
из купе - вагонов

им ехать надо

они рисуют обещания - вернуться ..
и что уже скучают
что им так жаль..

и на стекле сердцА 
выводят ..
с бумажными слезами на глазах

а потом стирают ..

на лицах их простуда или грусть

и будто бы тоскуют и страдают
но поезд тронулся
и забывают..

нам машут нарисованные люди
из купе - вагонов

куда 
куда
они теперь поедут
чтобы любовью нашей не сгореть

не важно

им - где чувства рисовать ..
и всё стирать
стирать

и забывать ...

trains.

Cast of Characters:

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass
Mysterious Decibel-- @themysteriousdecibel  --MD—effected vocals
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, trippy synth
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and seed idea 
Composition – The Eclectic Collective

This song began about half a year ago, as part of a three song set that Ken started with some really cool beats. Josh was first to the trough for here, laying in his fretless bass groove to complete the foundation and give it some tonal direction. Stephen came next and laid in the really trippy textural guitar that you hear throughout. JJ was next with his serious, no joke organ playing, which sets the mood for the whole thing. Last, but not least, Tez joined by adding some really cool accent guitar throughout.
  Of course, every great song needs a great producer, so we tapped Stephen to do the honors on this.
  We had originally made this and the other two song with the intention of having The Mysterious Decibel and his friend Modes About Me sing on them. However, life got in the way, so we sat on them. Finally, MD let us know that he wasn't able to complete the project with us, much to everyone's, including his, disappointment. However, MD did lay down a rough vocal demo for us, which Stephen very ably processed to sound almost like another instrument in there. So, we're releasing this song as a tribute to them both, with gratitude, especially to MD for all the great work he's put in with us. If you're not familiar with either of them, do yourself a favor and check them out. Modes about me is at  @modesaboutme and the link to The Mysterious Decibel can be found in the link in the cast of characters above. 
  This is an example of what it sounds like when the whole band composes a song together. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

Mysterious Modes (Eclectic Collective)

New Day

Aimer les mots, aimer l'amour, même si les mots d'amour ne sont pas que des mots

PAROLES
S’il fallait des mots
Pour se dire « je t’aime »
S’il fallait des mots
Faudrait un poème

Quand c’est tellement beau
 Que le souffle est coupé
S’il fallait des mots
Faudrait un bouquet

S’il fallait des mots 
Au cœur qui s’éveille
 S’il fallait des mots 
Qu’on glisse à l’oreille

S’il fallait des mots 
Pour la liberté
Pour écrire un mot
Cahier d’écolier

S’il fallait des mots
Pour te retenir
Pas besoin d’un mot
Pour te laisser partir

Si tu es comme l’oiseau
 Comme la révérence
Navire en partance
Sur le fil de l’eau

S’il fallait des mots 
Pour que tu reviennes
Ce chant sur la peau
 Juste « un soir à Vienne »

s'il fallait des mots

Vincent's Dawn
A gentle tone of dawn, born from one of life’s most fragile and magnificent moments – becoming a grandfather for the first time. The track carries the pride and warmth of witnessing a new generation take its first breath, while quietly reflecting on the passage of time and one’s own journey through life.

With soft arpeggios, atmospheric textures, and a careful pulse, the light begins to grow – like a new day, a new life. Vincent's Dawn captures the quiet joy, the deep tenderness, and the inner peace that arrives when you realize your story now continues in someone else’s eyes.

To little Vincent – Grandpa will teach you everything he knows about synthpop and how to make good "random plonks"!

Vincent's Dawn

Amateur de musique, de philosophie, de poésie, je n 'ai pas d'autre culte que l'amitié. J'aime écrire et mettre en musique, j'aime mélanger les genres, et mon piano aux boucles pour étoffer l'un, vivifier les autres, les déranger parfois. La musique ne connaît pas de barrière, sauf de corail!

ma musique est également publiée sur bandcamp avec comme nom d'artiste : semellesdevent

s'il fallait des mots

vent d'ouest