Name: All Returns to Nothingness by BOUYA BO-YA
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: “All Returns to Nothingness” is not just an end — it’s a rejection of the noise, and a return to something more honest.

love the melody & energy! very good work!

Cool electro static tune. Hope you keep positing.

I’ve listened to it many times,
and it’s truly exceptional.
It’s crafted with such great care and attention to detail.
This kind of track really hits the spot for me🔥
🪭🇯🇵👺👍

This song was written eight years ago as the darkness of the first Trump presidency was making itself known. And now once again we have the unthinkable -- this disastrous human being with power at his fingers.  And he's already busy spreading lies, fear, and hate.

Liisa Pentti https://soundcloud.com/liisapentti did guest vocals on this 2019 version, and it's the definitive one -- I love what she did.

Ever Since the Rainbow

ever since the rainbow left the evening sky
waiting and hoping seem such a waste of time
into the air we fly into the seams we dive
as if the dust of a broken down dream
could start the engine fire

the passage of time this endless ennui
rivers and threads between you and me
sleep and dream again and again
an old man's finger tapping on a window pane
we dream and breath we love and grieve
remember that we share the same blood and air

the innocent sunrise the whispering day
dark clouds rising that will pass away
I know that these things that bind you to the common marrow
will rise up in your veins to remind you
remember that we share the same blood and air

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Ever Since the Rainbow

le recueil "Sources du Vent" de Pierre Reverdy est pour moi un des sommets de la poésie française contemporaine. On y trouve un équilibre insoupçonné entre le sensible et l'intelligible, le saisissable et l'insaisissable, le dicible et l'indicible, bref l'essence même de la poésie. Chaque rime est en soi une idée esthétique, comme dans "Lueurs des crépuscules", qui doit bien être le troisième ou quatrième poème pour lequel j'ai tenté une mise en musique.
PAROLES
LUEURS DES CREPUSCULES

Les vagues du matin à l’assaut des lucarnes
Le soleil écumant s’éclabousse au milieu
Le parterre est rempli de fleurs gonflées de larmes
Un bruit dans les allées inquiète le passant
 Tout s’arrête un moment
 Tout brille dans les branches
Et le spectacle change au moindre mouvement
Sur une vieille toile des lambeaux de mémoire 
Ont changé l’illusion mouvante de la nuit
Et rehaussant toujours l’or de ses accessoires
Le rêve suspendu trop haut déjà flétri
Au plafond s’attardait un doux son de guitare
Avec des mots précis et incompréhensibles
Le piège des yeux clairs et des cœurs trop sensibles
Où tous les signes bleus du jour sont restés pris
Heureusement guettant aux plis de la portière
Un air plus dur s’est mis à dissiper l’oubli
Le temps de s’en aller plus loin
 Mais toujours dans la même ville
Et sur le chemin qui descend
Les ombres de mauvaise mine
Des soirs où il fait mauvais temps
 Quand vers le fond du ciel la nuit froide décline
Quand les nuages bas volent sans discipline

 Pierre Reverdy
___________________________________________________________________
LYRICS
GLIMMER OF TWILIGHT

The morning waves attack the skylights
The foaming sun splashes in the middle
The bed is filled with flowers swollen with tears
A noise in the alleys worries the passer-by
 Everything stops for a while
 Everything shines in the branches
And the show changes at the slightest movement
On an old canvas, shreds of memory 
Have changed the moving illusion of the night
And always enhancing the gold of his accessories
The dream suspended too high, already withered
On the ceiling lingered a soft guitar sound
With precise and incomprehensible words
The trap of clear eyes and overly sensitive hearts
Where all the blue signs of the day remained caught
Fortunately watching for the folds of the door
A harsher air began to dispel the oblivion
Time to go further
 But still in the same city
And on the path down
Shadows of ill-looking
Evenings when the weather is bad
 When towards the bottom of the sky the cold night declines
When low clouds fly without discipline

 Pierre Reverdy

lueurs des crépuscules

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Dance Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
Let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my country, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe, your 51st state, no

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my country, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no

C'mon, I don't wannabe
Never wannabe
I really don't wanna be
I like you very much but I don't wanna be your 51st state

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no

Cover Art: Young King Henry, Todd J McLean

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I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Dance]

My initial piano sketch for this piece aroused associations with two styles: nothern shanty and southern work songs. So when it came to composing and arranging the full piece, I lent heavily into these styles. They blended incredibly good and the result is some adventurous fantasy piece that gave me strong pirate-vibes. Hence the cover - Arrr!

You may have noticed that I find more and more joy in recording live instruments. So if you want to have a look behind the scenes and see what and how I've recorded, you'll find quite a few shorts from this on my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@TorbenFugger/shorts

Saltwater Roots

“All Returns to Nothingness” is not just an end — it’s a rejection of the noise, and a return to something more honest.

All Returns to Nothingness

https://soundcloud.com/33per , my dear donkey fellow sent me this wonderful instrumental, a Big Thank You for that, it was a great pleasure to write and sing along.

The image shows Gregory Peck as captain Ahab in John Houston's film adaptation of Melville's “Moby Dick” from 1956, having just nailed a Spanish dubloon on the main mast.

AHAB (All Hypocrates Are Basterds)

O-o-ohh, o-o-ohh…
Tell me please…
Is that really happening-ä-ä-ä-äppening ?
Do you feel that too ?

Noone is getting out here
Oh no-no-no-no-noo, o-o-o-o-o-ooh
Noone is getting out here alive

Ohh no
Not even the feckin’ basterds
No, no
Not even those feckin’ basterds

Will survive
Whatever may be the strive

See, because 
Noone is getting out here alive
Not the president
Nor his wife

Whatever may be the strive
That won’t work

Ohh oh 
All hypocrates are basterds 			(AHAB)
Ohh, oh
All autocrates are feckin’ basterds 			

They can fool the people 
For some time,

But,
But,
But,

They can’t fool all the people all the time
Not really …
That’s beyond the line

It’s possible to continuate
To self-determinate
To not participate…

So to say:
I would - and - i would…

And i-i-i-i-i-i-i- would 
And I would… 
I-I-I would…
And i would and I would…
I-I-I would…
I would prefer not to…

AHAB (wt 33per, raw edit)

🇬🇧 Developing presets, programming sequences, working on sounds at startup and reworking them during mixing, all without samples or artificial intelligence, for a result full of respect for the listener, to whom I devote myself body and soul to create a unique human work...
Artificial intelligence will never be able to compete, it is completely incapable of doing so. I will always be above what it can tinker with with its billions of bits heated to 100 degrees...
All sectors of activity are already impacted. We must move with the times, of course, because progress generates very interesting and enriching things, but artificial intelligence is not one of them, and it will soon be far more dangerous for humanity than an atomic bomb. Be aware of this and be careful!


🇫🇷 Développer des presets, programmer des séquences, travailler sur les sons au démarrage et les retravailler au mixage, le tout sans samples ni intelligence artificielle, pour un résultat empreint de respect pour l'auditeur, à qui je me consacre corps et âme pour créer une œuvre humaine unique…
L'intelligence artificielle ne pourra jamais rivaliser, elle en est totalement incapable. Je serai toujours au-dessus de ce qu'elle peut manipuler avec ses milliards de bits chauffés à 100 degrés…
Tous les secteurs d'activité sont déjà impactés. Il faut bien sûr évoluer avec son temps, car le progrès génère des choses très intéressantes et enrichissantes, mais l'intelligence artificielle n'en fait pas partie, et elle sera bientôt bien plus dangereuse pour l'humanité qu'une bombe atomique. Soyez-en conscients et soyez prudents !

Dangerous Artificial Intelligence

Probably our last grand rock number as we start to wind down to finish our first collection of songs. Al took the reins with the lyrics on this one (and as always, the beautiful artwork) - inspired by a short story by Julia Armfield in Salt Snow and apparently an episode of Buffy! I just thought it sounded dead cool and really enjoyed singing her lyrics. Musically inspired by Nirvana, Elliott Smith, Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell.

Mantis

Les dés perdants       (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/40uf8PC8Q0I

Texte et chant : Muette
Guitare :              Strataddict
Musique:            Alain Illos

Le père :
On dit qu'les mères en amour ont neuf mois d'avance,
Qu'on ne vous porte pas, et que nous : c'est la loi.
On dit même qu'on vous fabrique par inadvertance.
Mais ma tendresse est un lait qui ne se tarit pas.

Le fils :
Si tu peux tout cela,                 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Pourquoi ces terres brûlées,
Ce vide en moi, papa ?

La mère:
Tu es quelqu'un de bien. Tu es quelqu'un de rare.   
Celui qui te trahit, celui qui te salit,
Qu'il change de trottoir : je lui lav'rai la bouche
Avec du savon noir. Je veux pas qu'on te touche.

Le fils:
Tous tes regards sont teints                    
De ton amour pour moi.
C'est mon pain quotidien,
J'en connais trop le goût. 

La mère:
Blé noir qui se morfond et ne veut pas lever,       
Tu cherches des soleils pour croire et espérer.
Les plafonds sont trop bas, les idéaux s'effondrent
Et la triche est partout, le monde est à refondre.
Tu ne peux plus mettre dans les miens tes pas.

Le fils :
Si tu sais tout cela,                
Sur le tapis vert,
Pourquoi tes mains jetèrent
Les dés perdants, maman ?   

La mère et le père
Les dés seront gagnants si tu changes les règles. 
Hier, j'ai vu un lièvre emporté par un aigle.
Et j'ai pensé : Merveille, les lièvres volent !

Le fils:
Et moi je n’arrive plus à marcher jusqu’à l’école .

The losing dice,

The father:
They say that mothers in love have a nine-month head start,
That we don't carry you, and that we: it's the law.
They even say that we make you inadvertently.
But my tenderness is milk that never runs dry.

The son:
If you can do all that, 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Why these burnt lands,
This emptiness in me, dad?

Mother:
You're a good person. You're a rare one.   
The one who betrays you, the one who dirties you,
Let him change sidewalk: I'll wash his mouth
With black soap. I don't want anyone to touch you.

The son:
All your looks are tinged 
With your love for me.
It's my daily bread,
I know the taste too well.

The mother:
Black wheat that mopes and won't rise, 
You're looking for suns to believe and hope.
Ceilings are too low, ideals are collapsing
And cheating is everywhere, the world needs to be remade.
You can no longer follow in my footsteps.

Son:
If you know all this, 
On the green carpet,
Why did your hands throw
The losing dice, Mom?

Mother and father
The dice will win if you change the rules. 
Yesterday, I saw a hare carried off by an eagle.
And I thought: Wonder, hares can fly!
Son:
And I can't walk to school.

Les dés perdants  avec Muette

A huge thank you to Stefan @stefankraft_music for his splendid orchestral reimaginings of my piano compositions, which resulted in creating an incredibly captivating sonic tapestry. It has been a great honour and joy for me to collaborate with this immensely talented composer and musician.

Thank you so much for listening, we genuinely hope you will enjoy this work. 

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: Stefan Kraft

Over (Ft. Stefan Kraft)

This is a track from my album BOOTY FROM DUMMYLAND, a speckled collection of moody stuff - sometimes just musical sketches, demos, or spontaneous improvisations, sometimes more elaborated pieces.

Nightlife Undercover

I enjoy creating tracks in any style that inspires me.

All Returns to Nothingness

BOUYA BO-YA

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