Ride

it is in fact no Gretsch $ Its a Harley Benton... :-D

Improvised L-guitar, excuse the flaws.

Demo Songs 2024

Funk with New Friend Gretsch

Sommardröm

Déclin

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/RVOcoq2FZPA

Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Baie des Anges
Musique : Alain Illos

J'ai retrouvé le goût, 
la force de vouloir.
 Revenu des confins, 
des ciels brouillés...

Voleur de mots,
je me suis enfui
En quête de fleurs rares, 
de plages où je languis.

Et j'invente un pays
qui me ressemble.
Fait de soleil et d'océan. 
De parfums qui embaument

J'ajoute mes mots,
aux voix qui psalmodient. 
Enfin, je sens ce que je suis.
 La divine comédie...

Et j'invente une vie 
qui me ressemble, 
un paradis.

Revenu des confins,
voleur de mots, amoureux... 
Je sais qu'il est trop tard,
 pour être heureux.

Et mon âme en déclin 
et mon coeur fatigué. 
Et les soleils mouillés
 et les plus rares fleurs

Et j'invente une vie 
qui me ressemble,
un paradis.
Voleur de mots, 
enchantent mon âme...

Déclin avec Baie des Anges

My version of the 10 CC classic I'm not in love.

I’m not in love (10 cc)

Alone at the entrance in winter

The blue sky has yet to see the arrival of spring

The budding green leaves make me think of my hometown

The cicadas have a short life in summer

Autumn comes and thick clouds hang

A long winter is coming soon

A car drives along a familiar road

A long road on the hill of nostalgia

I chase after the car that ran past

The scenery in front of the station is bleak

The slanting morning sun hurts my eyes

The people on the platform are also shivering from the cold

The sun has already set by the time I go home

Every day is like a reel player

The rewind is broken and I like it

A conversation with my father that I can't listen to again

I trace the journey of life that cannot be repeated

Following the drifting wind and melody

I can't go back, there's a reason I can't go back

The long and distant time has blown the story away

There's a reason he was brought here

In his hometown, people still hold festivals similar to those here

The people surround the yagura

I can't go back, there's a reason I can't go back

The past that cannot be told is a thing He was speechless

Because he was given a boy and a girl

But there is not enough food in the town to feed them

The people are gathered around the stove

If I can send my voice across the straits, I'm sure it will reach my friends back home

In the heavy futon where I sleep exhausted

Even inside the house, my breath freezes from the earth

On the wind across the straits, my sons and daughters

They listen to me with a smile, telling me how they've grown

The front door is deserted and never closes I couldn't help but lower my hips and lean back next to him.

The wind crossing the strait, the wind crossing the strait
I want to praise his life.

The wind crossing the strait, the wind crossing the strait
In front of his life, our knees pierce the earth.
There are star-like teardrops that continue to shine without ever disappearing.
The shooting star dancing in the air plays B-flat minor tonight.
As you wander, the chorus of the final performance will surely send you off in C-sharp minor.

Every body. Let's go . Root_Sprit Of Departure.

Root_Spirit Of Departure (REMIX)

F-Velvet Needles

T-DB24

Happy funky song with fat funkbass, electric piano and solos for sunny horns: sax, trumpet and baritone.

sunny horns

melodic, rap, trap, house? I certainly have no idea how it werks still.

Be With Me

"unnasti" means lover in old norse. 
the runes in the eyes are nordic love binding runes. 

Thank you for takin the time to listen to my track, I appreciate the listen

Be With Me

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