Chanson très belle et douce, beau duo de voix, bravo à vous !

Une belle chanson avec une belle interprétation.

Voilà une chanson troublante … osée finalement…c’est joliment réalisé !..  bon je lis les autres commentaires personne ne voit se côté osé …bon bien sûr cela a déjà été fait par Gainsbourg notamment, mais aujourd’hui nous ne sommes pas dans une période qui tend vers la liberté… donc je la trouve osée et j’aime …

Tu as bien fait de ne pas rendre le morceau "moins osé", très joli résultat, merci à vous deux !

Très joli avec cette respiration qui rythme le morceau

Daily Drops

Beyond Tomorrow

My Dreams

We are in the process of recording When You Walked In, so decided to release a live version first. It was recorded at the Con Club in Lewes using a TASCAM DR-05X on 19th April 25.

When You Walked In (Live) 250419

Art can sometimes be radical and have a strong impact on people. Hardcore is the attitude of sticking to self-expression without pandering. I don't care if my songs are art or not. Oh, the English word "hardcore" also means that "art can go beyond a hobby or a job and become life itself. That stoicism and passion" is what makes it hardcore. I would like to emulate this meaning.

№318 Art is hardcore (318)

Dear friends, the ordinary families in Gaza are suffering from hell! A while ago you could see a single, long line of families seeking to return to their homes. Heartbreaking! These innocent people are suffering from terrorist organisations and warmongers. WHY?
AND NOW, the 19:th of March 2025, they cannot go to their home anymore! Lots and lots of bombs have hit them! It is so strange that they can't come to an agreement!
It is the 21:th of may 2025 now, and the situation becomes more and more terrible. Innocent people are the victims!!
Today, the 25:th of June the situation is worse. Innocent folks are starving, and they get killed while waiting for food. Innocent civilians must be treated with kindness! Then they will love the people in power.

You can see them walking - they walk to their home
long time has passed - since they saw their home
the distance is soo far
they walk there with all the things that they have
and with all their kids

The world has watched in amazement as the long, 
long line of folks heading to their home
their rusty cars are loaded
with kitchen equipment and mattresses too
and with kids on the roof

But what will meet them - their home is not there
where has it gone? There is only ruins
and their gardens are damaged
they cannot grow their food anymore
and kids have to starve

They Walk - 2025-03-07 18.30 (Lyrics in description)

Surfers like Us ….. composition and all guitar parts

Hi Everyone!
The surf season 2025 is open! 😎
This is a special extended version of my older surf song.
I hope you enjoy the vibe!
Thanks for listening and any support!
Surf’s Up!
Artur

Surf Season is open

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/dR5vMkboQXQ

Rempli     (Translated after the French text )

Texte      : Sanzen
Chant     : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Poitrine contre poitrine,
ma chair contre ta chair,
je me souviens d'un silence rempli de ton sourire.
Au seuil de l'horizon .... vivent mes songes
et nos premiers regards. et nos premiers regards.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Il n'y avait aucun enjeu. Aucune honte et
le vent nous portait.
le vent nous portait.
Là bas vit ma jeunesse remplie de ton sourire.
Là bas le temps ne passe pas. .. ne passe pas.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Au seuil de l'horizon, vivent mes rêves.
Et le temps infini.
Et le temps infini

Filled

Chest against chest,
my flesh against your flesh,
I remember a silence filled with your smile.
On the threshold of the horizon .... live my dreams
and our first glances. and our first glances.
I hadn't embraced any body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
There was nothing at stake. No shame and
the wind carried us.
the wind carried us.
There lives my youth filled with your smile.
There time does not pass. .. does not pass.
I had embraced no body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
On the threshold of the horizon, live my dreams.
And infinite time.
And infinite time

Rempli avec Muette

       This was written in collaboration with Katarina Jovchevska last year. Kate Jo wrote and performed the music and I wrote the lyrics, added some guitars, sang, and produced the video. I thought Kate Jo did an awesome job with the music and I tried my best to sing it, not very well I'm afraid. The story is about a whale calling for her mate across the vast ocean but then she turns out to be a mermaid instead. A diver is lured to join her in the ocean by her calls & whispers. The story really goes nowhere but I wanted to write something about whales & mermaids. I had tremendous fun recording it and it was great putting the video together as well! 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/tjmetS-_yOw

This song was our second collaboration, we also wrote "Sunny Miami Day" which was a blast as well! Check out Kate Jo's songs they are awesome, she's here on SoundCloud! (https://soundcloud.com/katarina-jovchevska-1) Thanks for watching and I hope everyone enjoys this Sea Shanty but beware of Mermaids, they literally take your breath away! Cheers!🙏

“WHISPERS”

A SOFT VOICE LOST AMONG THE OCEAN TIDES,
I CAN HEAR HER CALLING ME,
FROM A DISTANCE OF A HUNDRED THOUSAND MILES,
I STILL HEAR HER CALLING ME,             

WHISPERS, A SOMBER REVERIE,
WHISPERS, A HAUNTING MELODY,
WHISPERS, I HEAR HER IN MY SLEEP,
WHISPERS, INVITATIONS FROM THE DEEP,
WHISPERS, MURMURS EBBING FROM THE SEA.         
WHISPERS, RUSHING OUT TO ME,

FIND ME, FIND ME, FIND ME, 

A SIREN LURING ME ACROSS THE WAVES,
A BEACON GUIDING ME, 
MY INHIBITIONS HAVE ALL BEEN SWEPT AWAY,
BY THIS SEABORNE MYSTERY,         
WHISPERS FROM THE SEA,
WHISPERS FROM THE SEA,
WHISPERS FROM THE SEA.
          
BY JIM VALDES & KATARINA JOVCHEVSKA © 2024

"WHISPERS" (Video - https://youtu.be/tjmetS-_yOw)

An instrumental version of a song originally written for Pong (Austin TX band)... 

The Safetool Sessions

Buy and Buy

Jag vill ha kaffe. ( 1997 ) Eddy Mango ( Eddy )

I wrote this song back in 2018 timeframe. I had a moment of realization from broken relationships. I felt tangled and pulled in so many different directions. The past has such an impact. Sharing these types of songs isn't the easiest, but it's part of my life, and how I felt. I recently changed a single lyric in this song which is why I wanted to do another take, and honestly I was really feeling this song tonight. Recorded live on my old baldwin. This is my only song where I do a piano crossover. Maybe I'll have another in a song one day.  I hope you can take something from this song. Thank you for listening! It truly means a lot!

Evaporating 

Looking at a love right down the hall
Scared to death to take the fall
It's something that I've always wanted in life
But the past is such a knife

Cutting so deep cutting so deep
Beautiful things I can never keep

I try and tell myself that this time will be different
Possessing a love that would be so consistent
But I'm wrong I'm not that strong

Watching our future crash to the ground
In my heart is the loudest sound
Scattered everywhere the pieces melting bright
Evaporating slow in the night

Cutting so deep cutting so deep
Beautiful things I can never keep
Beautiful things I can never keep

I've dreamed a lot of dreams of our shadows on the pavement
Expressing a love that would be so transparent
It's a dream always a dream

Looking at a love in a worn out sky
Feeling numb I wish I could cry
It's something I've adapted to in this life
Oh the past is such a knife

Cutting so deep cutting so deep
Beautiful things I can never keep
Beautiful things...I can never keep

Oooo Oooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo 

All music written and recorded by 
©Daniel Colter Valentine

Evaporating (Original song live)

My Girl's Got to Dance

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)

This is not an album. It’s a ritual. A saga carved in breath and silence.

The Flame That Spoke in Silence is a 20-track mythic folk journey through exile, grief, and the quiet power of memory. It follows the flameborn—cast out by his warband, forgotten by his village, erased from the stone. But he does not burn with vengeance. He walks with silence.

Each track is a chapter of emotional reckoning:

He descends into the cave where silence first chose him.

He returns to the village that forgot its name.

He sings for the warband that broke their oath.

He carves the final rune—not for glory, but for those who were never named.

This is music for those who’ve been cast out. For those who carry grief like a blade. For those who walk alone, not to escape—but to remember.

There are no gods here. No kings. Only breath. Only flame. Only silence.

If you’ve ever felt forgotten, this album remembers you.

The Shore That Sang My Name

No quiero aceptar
La cruel realidad
Que no estás a mi lado
Y que no volverás
Es demasiado dolor
Cuando me pongo a pensarlo baby

Me capta la ansiedad
Me pongo a temblar
Por el miedo
Que a tu lado hay alguien más
Acariciando tu cuerpo
Ojalá no sea cierto

Un vato te invita a salir y le dices
Que “si a qué horas nos vemos ahí”
Y te vistes
Te escribe el desgraciado
“No te preocupes que yo paso por ti”
Y tu mejor amiga que me odia pronto te dice
“Amiga sube selfie a tu insta que mire
Los comentarios de pelados
Y que se sienta humillado por ti”

A la miseria le encanta la compañía
Así que no dejes que influya en lo que aún sientes por mí

Por favor
No te dejes besar
Te duele a ti
Y me duele a mí
Déjate de jugar
Y regrésate a casa ya

Por favor
No te dejes tocar
Tatuada en mí
Y yo sobre ti
Y de tu piel
Ningún otro vatito me podrá borrar

No quiero pensar que tú dormirás
En brazos ajenos
Eso me va a enrabiar
Le pregunté a Don Cuervo
En cuánto muere el recuerdo

No le des permiso de acariciar
Lo que es mío
Sé que te fallé una vez más
Aquí el daño está hecho
Dame otra chanza te ruego

Me miras a los ojos y sé que no finges
Cuando dices que lo nuestro ha llegado a fines
Me niego a aceptarlo
En el pasado has regresado a mí
Y tu mejor amiga de pronto está de metiche
“Si el tipo pide sexo hazlo pa que lo olvides”
“Un clavo saca otro clavo
Amiga quiero tú seas feliz”

Y no aguanto imaginarlo ni por un rato
Porque no sé quién soy yo
Sin ti

Por favor
No te dejes besar
Te duele a ti
Y me duele a mí
Déjate de jugar
Y regrésate a casa ya

Por favor
No te dejes tocar
Tatuada en mí
Y yo sobre ti
Y de tu piel
Ningún otro vatito me podrá borrar

No Te Dejes Besar

I wrote this song based very literally off of the person I was in my twenties while living in Las Vegas, NV. Before being Shot and paralyzed in 2003… Wild times & a wild man I was..

Runnin On Red (Remix)

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Rempli avec Muette

Illos

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