URBAN SOULS. is a mix of genres,Jazz and ambient, a walk through the maze of streets where each one reveals its soul....

URBAN SOULS. 🎧

Nova

voici une musique que j'ai composé en 2006 qui n'avait pas de texte à l'époque, j'ai écrit ce texte en portugais dernièrement et l'ai proposé à Julien Apelian qui avec son immense talent a fait les claviers et refait les batteries et percussions ainsi que l'arrangement, mastering.

paroles, voix et musiques : Steph Ouna
Voix : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
Claviers, percussions et batteries, arrangement, mastering : Julien Apelian https://soundcloud.com/audio-colors

Uma mistura de culturas
Sonho com todos os países
Todas as linguas
está no meu coração
Encha-nos com canções e alegria
Através da força e da diversidade
A música nos leva a outro lugar
Um planeta sem barreiras

Refrain :
Se precisa de tempo
Quer acreditar
Precisa de esperança
Deus nos escute
Somos feitos de po
Sem fronteiras imigrantchis

O mundo é enorme, Deus o faz grande
Toda a riqueza eterna que ele nos deu
Por prazer e partilla e felicidade
E nunca conhecer o fim
Um milhão de estrelas na via láctea
O sol, o mar, o céu, os sonhos

en français

Un mélange de cultures
Je rêve de tous les pays
Toutes les langues
c'est dans mon coeur
Remplis-nous de chants et de joie
Par la force et la diversité
La musique nous emmène ailleurs
Une planète sans barrières

Refrain :
Si tu as besoin de temps
Je veux croire
Besoin d'espoir
Dieu nous entend
Nous sommes faits de poussière
Pas de frontières pour les immigrants

Le monde est immense, Dieu le rend grand
Il nous a donné toute la richesse éternelle
Pour le plaisir, le partage et le bonheur
Et ne connaît jamais la fin
Un million d'étoiles dans la voie lactée
Le soleil, la mer, le ciel, les rêves

Nova

Additional vcls B.Browning

SOMEONE SAID
DON’T GO MISTAKING PARADISE WITH A HOME ACROSS THE ROAD AND I SAY
DON’T GO MISTAKING WICKED.COM WITH WICKEDMOVIE.COM OH NO
IT MIGHT LEAD YOU INTO A MATTEL GLITCH SOMETHING YOU DON’T REALLY WISH EVEN IF YOU’RE OVER 21
BREAK A LEG DON’T BREAK AN ARM SKIING IN THE TELLURIDE
ET CAETERA MAN AUX ARMES SOUVIENS-TOI, BONNIE AND CLYDE
BEING OVER SEVENTY ONE
I THOUGHT I MIGHT CLICK ON THE LINK COULD I BELIEVE I SAW ? OH NO
OVER 6000 WICKED SCENES
HOW CAN THEY ALL FIT IN ONE SCREEN? OBSCENE MAN OBSCENE
I’D RATHER HAVE THE LAND OF OZ A TALKING GOAT WITH A POINTED HAT A FEMALE CHILD GLINDA THE GOOD ELPHABA GALINDA TIT FOR TAT
SANS COMPTER MADAME MORRIBLE WHAT IS LIFE BUT A SILLY RIDDLE ENFIN BREF
AU FESTIVAL DE TELLURIDE
OU QUE TU SOIS OU MÊME AILLEURS MES MEILLEURS VŒUX DES INVALIDES DE MÉNILMUCHE, DU SACRÉ CŒUR
OUI CAR TOUT ÇA C’EST D’LA BROUTILLE L’IMPORTANT MAN, C’EST LA FAMILLE PAS VRAI ?
REMY MAGALI REBECCA REBECCA REMY MAGALI AND PHYLLIS OF COURSE
HERE’S TO THE SOCCER PLAYERS BON ANNIV BON ANNIV EMMANUEL

MATTEL GLITCH (Lyrics) Song for Emmanuel

Bonjour,
J'ai le plaisir de vous présenter la version Trio enregistrée en live lors de la session du 08 mai 2025 à La Barraque Mirepoix (09) du morceau :
"La nuit, la colline a du Spleen " :
https://youtu.be/J55nNfEKvFM

Mathieu Torres Trio est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Contrebasse et arrangements :  Jean-Baptiste Azanza
Batterie et arrangements : Guy Ould Yahoui
Guitare et composition : Mathieu Torres

Issu c'est une reprise d'un morceau joué initialement avec M'Z un side project.

Plus de musique ici :
https://soundcloud.com/mathieutorresworks/sets/set-list-mt

et ici les anciennes vidéos (en solos) :  
https://youtu.be/XB7ExqJ2uG8
https://youtu.be/eI8yArJpvxc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP69ovvmteU

Mathieu TORRES Trio - Matziz records
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/
https://soundcloud.com/mathieutorresworks
https://www.instagram.com/torresp2b/
https://mastodon.social/@Matziz
https://www.facebook.com/Matzizrecords
https://x.com/EtcAux
https://www.youtube.com/@torresmathieu6027

La nuit, la colline a du Spleen - Mathieu Torres Trio - Video in description

The blues are steeped in the tradition of bawdy/dirty songs. Think of Bo Carter (my pencil don't write no more) or Lil Johnson (Sam the hot dog man). You get the idea.
Here's my bawdy blues celebrating outdoor sex.
Added to my album "All This Useless Beauty." Check it out!


Lyrics:
Ohh my girl 
She's so cityfied
But something comes over her
In the countryside
When she tells me to pitch a tent
I see in her eyes
That bad intent
She becomes a wild woods woman (2X)

Riding down the road
She says:
"Get a blanket and pull over to the side."

We're out in nature
Doing our thing!
All god's creatures they cover their eyes
Oh, the ground is so rough
Don't ya know she can't get enough
Wild woods woman (2X)

In the tall grass
Having some fun
I feel like Mother Nature's only son
Down in the milkweeds that makes me sneeze
Don't ya know she's got me on my knees
It gets so hot!
So hot!
So hot!
She never tires
(Only you can prevent forest fires)

Wild Woods Woman

Vidéo : youtu.be/z-aae0BK5p8

Brande (Translated after the French text )

Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Desdanova ( @denis-rousseau-182743563 )
Musique : Alain Illos

Sans un bruit, ce matin,
une rose est éclose.
Perdue en ce jardin
où mon coeur agonise.
Au milieu de hautes herbes,
c'est elle survivante.
Soudain dans l'air vibrant,
mes souvenirs voltigent.
Dans la chaude lumière,
de cette beauté naissante;
perdues dans ma mémoire,
de sinistres images...
Sans un bruit ce matin,
mon coeur s'est lavé.
Perdu en ce jardin,
dans la chaude lumière.
Au milieu de mes souvenirs
qui voltigent.
Des hautes herbes
et d'un été naissant.
C'est ma joie survivante,
sur la brande, ce matin.
Aux vies agonisantes,
à la beauté naissante.
Aux images oubliées,
soudain, dans l'air vibrant.

Brande
Without a sound, this morning,
a rose bloomed.
Lost in this garden
where my heart agonizes.
In the midst of tall grasses,
is the surviving rose.
Suddenly, in the vibrant air,
my memories flutter.
In the warm light,
of this emerging beauty;
lost in my memory,
of sinister images...
Without a sound this morning,
my heart washed.
Lost in this garden,
in the warm light.
In the midst of my fluttering memories
.
Tall grasses
and a budding summer.
This is my surviving joy,
on the heather this morning.
To dying lives,
to emerging beauty.
To forgotten images,
suddenly, in the vibrant air.


Brande avec Desdanova

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

The Feathered Crown is a card of pride, loss, and the aftermath of hubris. It draws upon two rich veins of folklore — the Appalachian belief in a feathered crown found beneath a dying person’s pillow, and the ancient myth of the Sirens and the Muses. Together, these stories form a layered symbol of reckoning, the echoes of lost glory, and the burdens of victory.

In Appalachian tradition, discovering a tightly woven feathered crown in a pillow was often seen as a sign that the soul of the deceased had passed to heaven, a mysterious mark of spiritual judgment. In mythology, after the Muses defeated the Sirens in a singing contest, the Sirens were stripped of their wings as punishment for their arrogance. The Muses, triumphant, wove the plucked feathers into radiant crowns — symbols of their victory but also of the destruction they wrought.

This card stands at the intersection of triumph and regret. It speaks of victories that come at a cost, the spoils of conquest weighed down by lingering guilt or sorrow. The Feathered Crown reminds us that success without humility invites ruin. It asks whether our pursuits of recognition or superiority are worth the burdens we carry in their wake.

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Drums, Percussion, Keyboards: Ron Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Banjo, Lyre, Vocals, Midi: PS Perkins

Mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Dedicated to Josephine of the Mouse Folk

LYRICS
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I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
As you don your supple plumage, tell me did you win it truly
From the fairest maidens of Persephone?
Are your songs of grief and woe, are they songs of deep regret?
With feathers plucked from silvery Sirens wings?
Or from the tails of rainbow ravens perching just outside your window
Waiting for the passing ships to hear them sing
Waiting for the passing ships to hear you sing

Dashed upon the rotten rocks of harpy limbed nightingales
Where tides resound with death inducing cries
As the sailors climb and clamor for a seat upon the razor
And a melody to cling to as they die
Rejoicing in the arts of their inglorious ease,
Freely frolic where the churning waters flow
Diving from the clifftops, splashing down into the seas below
Charming in both poetry and prose
Alluring in both poetry and prose

Whosoever dare to wear the feathers in their hair
Like the parrot and the magpie in a cage
That we may divert our stare from the circling of the bear
While standing proud upon the heavens final stage
When the starry sisters nine, with their bellies full of wine
Have bested you at your own foolish games
And the ships all passing by which now leave you there to die
Having never even known your given names
Having never even known your real names

I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
Oh, Josephine, you should have known better.

The Feathered Crown

Original music, arrangement, piano, organ, bass guitar, drums, J.J. Terrell on.soundcloud.com/ErEWw3bHuvBBFXuw7
Guitar (Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba GK studio) and final mix by Neno J.

Tango passionato (Collab with J.J. Terrell)

Silence By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

WELL IF YOU HAVE PLAN TO MOTOR WEST
TRAVEL MY WAY THAT’S THE BEST
TAKE THE HIGHWAY GET YOUR KICKS
OUT ON ROUTE 66  

WE SAID IT ONCE WE CAN SAY TWICE
3 BLIND MICE AFTER A FARMER’S WIFE

LET’S CHANGE OUR PLANS I SUGGEST
AND TRAVEL EAST INSTEAD OF WEST
SWITCH THE SUN OF SAN ANTONE
WITH THE DRIZZLE AND MIST OF BRIGHTON  

WE’VE SAID IT ONCE WE CAN SAY IT THRICE
3 BLIND MICE WITH A CARVING KNIFE
ROLL ON THE DICE

THANK YOU BERRY FOR YOUR LICKS
THANK YOU GARY FOR YOUR KICKS
WE’RE ALL KIDS OF THE WIDOW WITH A SHAWL
BEING MATES IS SUCH A BALL  

3 BLIND MICE AND A TAG WITH NO PRICE
DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A THING IN YOUR LIFE ?

GONE FROM MISSOURI
AVEC MA SOURIS
DESTINATION POURRY DOWNTOWN LE PARADIS 
UN TOUR PAR LA MAIRIE ET CHOPER LE FERRY 
SI ON L’A FAIT BEFORE ON PEUT LE FAIRE ENCORE

3 BLIND MICE ON A GRAIN OF RICE
WHERE YOU AND I TOGETHER ARE ENGRAVED FOR LIFE

THERE’S MANY A ROADS 66
FIND YOUR OWN MAKE YOUR PICK
AS LONG AS THE ROAD HAS NO END
BUT GOOD OLD FRIENDS ARE UP AROUND THE BEND

PEACE AND LOVE AND SUGAR AND SPICE
EVERLASTING CHILDHOOD WITH 3 BLIND MICE

BUT IF YOU HAVE PLAN TO MOTOR WEST
TRAVEL MY WAY THAT’S THE BEST
TAKE THE HIGHWAY GET YOUR KICKS
OUT ON ROUTE 66  

HAIL HAIL ROCK N’ROLL
BEING MATES IS SUCH A BALL
COS THE HIGHER WE GET THE SOFTER WE FALL

SEE HOW THEY RUN














3 BLIND MICE (Lyrics) + Gary Reeves on drums and Barbara Browning ad. vocals

IMRE LODBROG