Into the Way

New Moon

Lie to Me

EVER YOURS

EVER YOURS (B-Side)

Enjoy the Ride (for Saul)

Against the Odds

« Je l’aime trop pour en être jaloux, j’ai pris le parti d’en être fier. »_ Cette phrase, signée Choderlos de Laclos dans *Les Liaisons dangereuses*, dit tout. Elle désarme les conventions, renverse les idées reçues et donne au mot "aimer" une profondeur que beaucoup ignorent.

Le libertinage n’est pas un vice, c’est un art. Loin des clichés de débauche ou d’égarement moral, il repose sur une philosophie aussi exigeante qu’élégante : celle de l’honnêteté, du respect mutuel, du plaisir librement consenti, et surtout, de la confiance absolue. Être libertin, ce n’est pas trahir. C’est choisir de vivre l’amour sans chaînes, sans mensonges, en accord profond avec soi-même et avec l’autre.

Ceux qui jugent le libertinage sont souvent ceux qui ne le connaissent pas. Ou qui le redoutent. On lui reproche de briser le couple, alors qu’il peut au contraire le renforcer. Car pour aimer ainsi, il faut s’aimer fort. Il faut se connaître, s’accueillir, s’oser. Et aimer l’autre non comme une possession, mais comme une liberté en mouvement.

La jalousie est un poison lent. Elle naît de l’insécurité, de la peur de perdre, du besoin de contrôle. Mais le véritable amour n’a pas peur. Il ne se cache pas derrière des promesses ou des menottes invisibles. Il accompagne. Il encourage. Il offre. Quand deux êtres s’aiment vraiment, ils se permettent l’exploration. Pas pour fuir l’autre, mais pour mieux revenir à lui, chargés de sensations nouvelles, de désirs ravivés, de regards encore plus complices.

Le libertinage repose sur une idée simple et pourtant révolutionnaire : et si l’on osait vivre ses désirs non pas *contre* le couple, mais *dans* le couple ? Et si l’on transformait l’infidélité en sincérité, la frustration en liberté, le silence en confidence ? Beaucoup se trompent, mentent, cachent. Et souffrent. Il serait sans doute plus doux, plus juste, de se dire : "Voilà ce que j’ai envie d’explorer. Veux-tu m’accompagner, ou du moins me comprendre ?"

Le libertinage n’est pas réservé aux initiés, ni aux esthètes décadents des salons XVIIIe. Il peut naître entre deux êtres simples, mais courageux. Deux êtres qui s’aiment assez pour ne rien s’interdire, et qui comprennent que le plaisir n’est pas une menace. Qu’aimer, ce n’est pas enfermer, c’est ouvrir. Ouvrir à l’autre, à soi, aux jeux des sens, aux chemins inconnus.

Alors non, le libertinage n’est pas un caprice. C’est un choix. Un chemin de liberté partagée, de volupté sincère, de vérité nue. Il ne s’impose pas, il se propose. Il ne remplace pas l’amour, il en explore d’autres dimensions. Et ceux qui y goûtent sans honte, en conscience, savent qu’il n’y a pas là de danger… sauf celui de se découvrir vivant.

JE L'AIME TROP POUR ETRE JALOUX

A smoky, late-night confessional draped in neon and memory.
“Midnight Hunger” dives into the ache of desire, the sting of regret, and the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone. With raw lyrics and a moody, sensual atmosphere, this track captures the emotional fallout of moments we can’t forget—and maybe don’t want to. Perfect for late-night listening, heartbreak loops, or slow-burning seduction.

# Midnight Hunger

[Verse 1]
You say it's just the hour,
But I feel the weight of years
Pressing on this silence
Like whispers drenched in tears
The city's neon heartbeat
Pulls me back into the haze
Where shadows wear your perfume
And time forgets my name

[Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
It don’t ask, it just consumes
Craving every lie we whispered
In that low-lit motel room
Your touch is like a ghost now
But I still burn with the bruise
This aching hour remembers
Everything I meant to lose

[Verse 2]
The vinyl spins its sorrow,
Same song as the night before
Ashtray full of maybe
Keys still in the door
Your lipstick stains the mirror
Like a promise half-erased
And I drink to dull the echo
Of the way you said my name

[Bridge]
I was never made for mercy
You were never built to stay
We danced like sinners in the dark
Then slipped in separate ways
But this hour pulls me under
Where your memory won’t fade—
A fever I keep feeding
In the bed that we unmade

[Final Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
Keeps me calling through the static
Wishing I could lose you
But addiction turns fanatic
You haunt me like a rhythm
That no silence can undo
Still starving for your shadow
In this hour born for two


Midnight Hunger

When You Broke My Heart

The lights are low your inhibitions are calling 
Take a chance explore your sexuality 
Your eyes are wide with curiosity
Just admit you can't control this heat 

Don't be shy 
Take a bite 
Of the pie 
It feels so good to make your mama cry, cry 

I've been called many things some say a bad influence
But it's all how you look
Or use perception
I say your perception is it on or off 

Say it loud when you let go
Never stop the river flow
Never say you can't be free
If you want, then you can fuck me

The lights are low your inhibitions are calling 
Take a chance explore your sexuality 
Your eyes are wide with curiosity
Just admit you can't control this shit

In your sweet embrace I see that familiar smile
There's no turning back 
I'm lost in you all the while

Photographic memories
Promising to tell no lies
Take me to another time zone
Where I'm Lost, a prisoner
By my hearts device

Say it loud when you let go
Never stop the river flow
Never say you can't be free
If you want, then you. can. fuck me

The lights are low your inhibitions are calling 
Take a chance explore your sexuality 
Your eyes are wide with curiosity
Just admit you can't control this heat shit 
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Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Kabooki Jukebox_Fuck Me (Jazz Bop)

A musical journey through different facets of contemporary American experience, from hard work to celebration, from nostalgia to rebellion, ending with peaceful contemplation.

Sunday Morning Blues

Born and raised in south London, UK, Isaac began playing drums at the age of 3 and during his school years taught himself to play piano and bass guitar. By the age of 16 he had completed his grade 8 drums and had begun teaching the instrument.   By 19, Isaac had begun to make a living as a part-time session musician playing drums and bass on various jazz and rock records for a variety of international artists, including the Grammy-award winning Duffy.   Marketing manager by day, songwriter and session musician by night, Jake began working with artists such as Cynthia Erivo, Gabrielle, and boy band Blue. Soon after, Jake began to try his hand at writing songs for himself, eventually landing his first major festival opening 'The Other Stage' at world-renowned Glastonbury music festival. Signing to the iconic Sir Elton John’s Rocket Music, Jake Isaac has since worked with and supported Ella Eyre, Paloma Faith, Angus and Julia Stone, and Elton John himself.   Jake’s distinctive style of singer songwriter / soul with has earned him widespread plaudits as a singer and multi-instrumentalist selling out headline shows in the UK, Germany, USA, Netherlands and across Europe.

EVER YOURS (B-Side)

JAKE ISAAC

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