YAELi - Oh my

Hebrew:

אֶהְיֶה לְךָ אוֹר בִּשְׁבִיל חֲשׁוּךְ
צֵל מְנַחֵם בְּיוֹם שָׁבוּר
אַתָּה לֹא לְבַד, אַף פַּעַם לֹא זָר
אַהֲבָה פְּתוּחָה, אֲנִי לְךָ נִשְׁאָר

כִּי בְּיַחַד כּוֹכָבִים זוֹרְחִים
רַק בְּיַחַד פְּצָעִים מַחֲלִימִים
נִפְתַּח יָד, לֹא נַעֲצוֹר לְעוֹלָם
עַד שֶׁהַלֵּב יִתְמוֹלֵא בְּחֶסֶד לְכֻלָּם


Translation:

I'll be your light on a darkened road
Comforting shade on a broken day
You're never alone, never a stranger
Open-hearted love, for you I remain

Because together, stars shine bright
Only together wounds heal right
We open hands, never stopping our call
Until every heart is filled with kindness for all

רַק בְּיַחַד כּוֹכָבִים זוֹרְחִים

Minimalist piano piece for the right hand alone, evoking the imminent death of a star and its final transformation into a supernova. Written in a hypnotic and slow-moving harmonic language, the piece explores the contrast between the fragility of a collapsing structure and the immense energy stored within its explosion.

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Obra minimalista para piano (mano derecha sola), que evoca la inminente muerte de una estrella y su transformación final en una supernova. Escrita en un lenguaje armónico hipnótico y pausado, la pieza explora el contraste entre la fragilidad de una estructura colapsante y la energía contenida en su explosión.

🎹 © 2023 Augusto Cantoral
All Rights Reserved | Todos los Derechos Reservados.

Supernova

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You send me the hope of a warm summer breeze.
Start up the war, so I sail out to sea.
Why are we fighting now?
Haven't we learnt there's nowt to be won.

I have no hope for your democracy.
It's mirrors and smoke, and we're fools to believe.
Why they let us run free.
But leave us no scope to move on.

Revolution died on the vine.
And your rat race will never be mine.
All the scales in your favour.
We fought.
Who's it for?
Who's it for? 

Ah bless you, all proud of your democracy.
You hold it above you for us all to see.
Will its gold trickle down?
To our bellies.
You're all back to front.

You raise up the prices, you double the bills.
Worship the money, go in for the kill.
Who are we fighting for?
It certainly isn't ourselves 

Revolution died on the vine.
And your system refuses to shine.
All the cards marked against us.
We fought.
Who's it for?
Who's it for?

Revolution is done.
Haven't we earnt the right to move on?  

The generation that was all ecstasy.
Be off with your Nigel's, and idiocy.
Your white van policies.
You're just bitter old men. 
You are gone.

Oh, haven't you realised that you're getting old?
Haven't you earnt from the prizes they sold?
Didn't you learn to share?
Didn't you learn to care for your soul?

Revolution died on the vine.
What is yours now can never be mine.
All the traps that we fell through are caught.
Who's it for?
Who's it for? 

Democracy

Oh, everybody's leaving, but i just don't wanna go.
I've got miles and miles to travel through the snow.
I can sense your grieving, but I just don't feel it, so...
I will shoot off like a rocket. Watch me go.

Though the years are passing by us, I must say.
I really feel I'm stronger every day.
So I just can't get on board with all your woe.

Oh, the days are getting shorter, but I do not feel so old.
I've got work to do, so sit back watch me go.
I don't know why you're fixing up to leave before the show.
I'll be heading off to space. Just watch me go.

Though the winter days may start to take their toll.
And the crows may start to circle, on the whole,
I am feeling better than I've ever done.
I've just begun.

I've no time for all your downsides, ain't no time for feeling low.
You can sit back in your hole and watch me go.
Oh, everybody's leaving, but i just don't wanna go.

Time can skip away.
But the night must turn to day.
I won't let it slip away.
Now watch me go. 
When you're sinking in yer grey.
All your colour drains away.
I'll be staring up to space.
Now watch me go.

It's only the sun weaving circles in the sky.
Which will carry on forever when you die.
So their ain't no sense in worrying, you know.

Oh, if everybody's leaving, then I guess that makes it so.
I've got miles and miles to travel through the snow.
And since I'm stood here staying, then I'll carry on alone...

Time can skip away.
But the night must turn to day.
I won't let it slip away.
Now watch me go. 
When you're sinking in yer grey.
All your colour drains away.
I'll be staring up to space.
Now watch me go.

Watch Me Go

Sometimes you love people so much that you wish you could travel back in time to be there at all the moments they needed you.

This is a post punk cover version of my song Seventeen. The original version is here:

https://kindnessinc.bandcamp.com/track/seventeen-bonus-track

Composer & lyricist: Antoine G
Arrangement: Antoine G & Charles Eric Charrier

Antoine G:  vocals, drum machine, keys, melodica, production
Charles Eric Charrier: bass 1 & 2 https://charlesericcharrier.bandcamp.com/
Dominique Queffélec: violin 
Béatrice Temple: background vocals

Art: Foxy HxC Macfly https://hxcantares.bandcamp.com/

VERSE 1:
Sometimes I wish that I would be seventeen again
And I’d meet you in the park on a sunny morning
I’d put my arms around you, and hold you so tight
That all of your nightmares would come  to pass

VERSE 2:
Sometimes I wish that I would be seventeen again
To keep all these bad boys a distance away
To shelter you from their lies and from their hate
And from the sad thoughts you had at night

CHORUS:
Cause sticks and stones can break your bones
And tear your heart to pieces
Yes the stones will break your bones
And then burn your soul alway 

VERSE 3:
If I could turn the clock back, rewind the hands of time
I would be there on the days when your thoughts went dark
If I could lighten up your somber days  with a smile 
I'd show you a future that looked bright

VERSE 4:
If I could be seventeen again, I’d teach you how to fight
I’f teach you how to raise your fists and rise out of the night
If I was seventeen again I’d keep you close to me
I’d wave away the clouds and tell you you’re free 

CHORUS:
Cause sticks and stones can break your bones
And tear your heart to pieces
Yes the stones will break your bones
And then burn your soul alway 

VERSE 5 (BRIDGE):
I’d tear down every wall, fight every fear you have
To  give you all of the love that is mine   
I’d fight against thousands, and I would fight every day    
To bring you peace and joy and chase the pain away

VERSE 6:
If only  I'd be seventeen again
I could meet you in the park  on a sunny morning
I could  put my arms around you, and hold you so tight
That  all of your nightmares could come  to pass

Seventeen  (the kind version)

Mid tempo guitar based rock song, written, arranged & produced by John H.
John Hardman - vocals, guitars, keys. Original version on Electroman album by Beats Working UK.
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Cross The Line

Cross The Line - remaster 2025

Songwriters: Helen Adu / Ray St. John
© 1984 Peermusic (uk) Ltd.

Diamond life, lover boy
We move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start

No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale

Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold

No need to ask
He's a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator

Live: Smooth Operator (Sade)

"Les îles blondes" reste ma chanson préférée de par son parcours atypique..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ALODv68tcQ
Bloquée trente ans par un éditeur, remarquée par Eddie Barclay, puis à nouveau libre de droits aujourd'hui je la ressors avec beaucoup d'émotion..
Merci pour vos écoutes!
Paroles:
Elle rêvait d'une vie tellement claire,
Qu'elle en serait banale,
Une vie sans bruit et sans mystère,
Mais quoi de plus normal.
Elle à l'âge ou l'on ose encore croire, 
Aux étreintes d'oubli,
Et pourtant au fond d'un vieux tiroir,
Le journal d'une vie.
Une vie qui ressemble, étrangement à la sienne,
On y parle de vent, d'exil, d'îles lointaines,
Là bas les souvenirs se noient dans l'eau profonde,
Coin de terre oublié, à l'autre bout du monde.

Loin des rêves qui laissent,
Goût de cendre et de laisse,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend que change le monde.
Loin de l'indifférence,
Des guerres de la violence,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend comme un autre monde,
Au bout des îles blondes.

Alors vinrent, des années sans lumières,
Puis l'oubli de l'amour,
Choix d'exil quelquefois nécessaire,
Au point de non retour.
Sa vie c'est de l'eau, c'est du vent du sel,
Sentiment d'évasion, d'éternel,
Là bas les souvenirs se noient dans l'eau profonde,
Coin de terre oublié à l'autre bout du monde.

Loin des rêves qui laissent,
Goût de cendre et de laisse,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend que change le monde.
Loin de l'indifférence,
Des guerres de la violence,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend comme un autre monde,
Juste un autre monde,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Loin de l'indifférence,
Des guerres de la violence,
Au bout des îles blondes.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

"Les îles blondes" remains my favorite song due to its atypical journey.
Lyrics:
She dreamed of a life so clear,
That it would be banal,
A life without noise and without mystery,
But what could be more normal
She is at the age when one still dares to believe,
In the embraces of oblivion,
And yet at the back of an old drawer,
The journal of a life.
A life that strangely resembles her own,
It speaks of wind, exile, distant islands,
There the memories drown in the deep water,
A forgotten piece of land, at the other end of the world.

Far from dreams that leave,
Taste of ashes and of leash,
At the edge of the blonde islands,
She waits for the world to change.
Far from indifference,
From wars of violence,
At the edge of the blonde islands
,She waits for another world,
Just another world.
Then came, years without light,
Then the forgetting of love,
Choice of exile sometimes necessary,
To the point of no return.
His life is water, it's wind, it's salt
Feeling of escape, of the eternal,
There the memories drown in the deep water,
A forgotten piece of land at the other end of the world.

Far from dreams that leave
,Taste of ashes and of leash,
At the end of the blonde islands,
She waits for the world to change.
Far from indifference,
From wars of violence,
At the end of the blonde islands
,She waits for another world,
Just another world
,At the end of the blonde islands,
Far from indifference,
From wars of violence,
At the end of the blonde islands.

Christian PERUTI
 author, composer, performer

Les îles blondes

A celebration of the most mistreated character in music video history:
https://youtu.be/8SbUC-UaAxE?si=F3SUAcM8Xf91NiF1&t=417

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Three tiers
Nine hours of buttercream
And none of it...
was my damn fault

They built me tall in the back of a bakery
With trembling hands and nervous pastry
A tower of sugar, proud and obscene
White as sin and twice as mean

Fondant swans and wedding gold,
We were sweet, but we were cold
And we got hauled in a battered van
Like I wasn’t more than a five-day plan

I saw 'em kiss, I heard 'em cheer
I smelled cheap wine and bridal fear
They danced like gods, then slipped like men
And guess who took the fall again?

It's not my fault!
I'm just the cake!
You fake your vows, I just get baked!
You lose your mind, I lose a tier
Then someone dives in with a cheer!

Don't blame the frosting for your fate
I just stood there. Looked... 
Great

He wore a suit like it owed him cash
She wore white like a powder stash
The flowers died before the vows
The band played slow, the sky played loud

The priest forgot the final line
The ring went on like a warning sign
They posed beside me, full of grace
But I could see it in her face

They said "forever," but I smelled fear
The kind you frost with souvenir
You want a symbol? Fine, I'm tall
But don't blame me when you lose it all!

It’s not my fault!
I didn’t break!
You threw your love into a lake
You kissed too fast, you drank too slow
You planned a dream you didn't know

Don't blame the icing when you fall
I just stood there. That's all

And then
That guy
No name. No tie
Just heat and bourbon in his eyes
He leapt
Like sugar held salvation...
And landed face-first in damnation...

In me!

It's not my fault!
I didn't ask to be your throne!
You wanted myth, I gave you scone
You built it all, then burned it down
And I'm the one who wears the crown?

I never said "forevermore"
I just said "dessert's by the door"

I was delicious
And that... 
Should've been enough

It's Not My Fault

Here is my second single "Du bist der..."
This song is nominated for the "DeutschMusik Song Contest"!

Written by Jasmin M.

Music arranged, performed and produced by Marc Bugnard - LFT Studio
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All rights reserved! 

Lyrics with english translation:
Du bist der…
Geschrieben von Jasmin M.

1. Strophe

Meine Schwächen gleichst Du
mit Deinen Stärken aus
Aus dem tiefsten Tal
da holst Du mich wieder raus
Nur zusammen sind wir das was uns ausmacht
Schlagen unseren Feind gewinnen jede Schlacht
Oft hat uns das Leben
auf die Probe gestellt
uns unsere Grenzen gezeigt und
das Loch in das man fällt
doch unsere Liebe die ist immer noch hier
scheint sie ist stärker als das größte Raubtier

you balance my weakness with your strength
you pull me from the deepest valley
only together we are what distinguishes us
overcome our enemies, win every fight
often life is testing us
is showing us our limits
the darkness one can encounter
but our love is with us always
stronger than any beast of prey

Refrain:
Du bist der der mich versteht
Der der nicht weggeht
auch wenn’s wieder einmal schwierig wird
Du bist der der mich beschützt
Der mich unterstützt in allem was ich tue
Du bist der, der mich kennt
Der der mit mir rennt
wenn’s mir wieder mal nicht schnell genug gehen kann
Du bist der der immer das Positive sieht, der der jedem eine Chance gibt

You are the one who understands me
the one who won’t leave me
even when the going gets tough
You are the one who protects me
The one who supports me in all that I do
You are the one who knows me
The one who runs with me
When I am too impatient to walk
You are the one who only sees the positive
The one who gives everyone a chance

2. Strophe
Du hast Deine Macken, die gehören mit dazu
Denn ich bin ich, wir sind wir und Du bist Du
das Leben hat uns zusammen geführt,
hat Dich zu meinem Engel gekürt
Ein bisschen Zauber oder nenne es Magie
egal was ich denke, Du verurteilst mich nie
Du bist ein Macher bist ein Optimist
und was Du noch so alles für mich bist – Denn….

 You have got your faults as everyone does /or/ you have got your faults, they are part of you
I am I, we are we and you are you
Life has brought us together
Has made you my guardian angel
A little bit of allure or call it magic
No matter what I think you never judge me
You are a man of action, an optimist
And what else you are to me because

Refrain:
 
Bridge:
Zusammen leuchten wir in den hellsten Farben
Du bist das Pflaster für meine Narben die
ich nur Dich sehen lasse
Ein Wunder das ich in deine Welt passe.
Deinen einen oder anderen Traum,
musstest Du schon wegen mir umbauen
Ich weiß nicht ob ich Dich wirklich verdient habe,
es gibt Zeiten an denen ich mich das frage….

Together we shine in the brightest colours
You are the band aid for the scars
I only show to you or I only let you see
It’s a miracle that I fit into your world
One or two of your dreams
Had to be changed because of me
I am unsure if I really deserve this
And there are times when I ask myself this


Du bist der

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Jasmin M. - Du bist der...

A singer | Songwriter | Producer of quiet storm, contemporary jazz fused with retro soul, orchestrated, and acoustic ballads.  Poke around, find  original and  covers of songs by artists that touched me:  Listen | Like | Comment | Repost.   

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