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CROYONS EN NOUS

Un peu de sens bien réaliste
Quand on y pense, tout çà existe
Cacher ses maux, ne pas les vivre
Regarder haut  çà nous enivre.
Un peu d’amour, rien qu’une larme
Se faire des jours posant les âmes
Seront t’ils beaux, fera t’il sombre ?
Dans chaque haut, il y’a une ombre.
Un peu d’argent juste ce qu’il faut
C’est indécent d’en avoir trop
Les coins de rue montrent la misère
Des homme perdus sans rien y faire.

Croyons en nous, croyons-y fort
Voyons le bout, et puis d'abord
Restons debout, au mauvais sorts
Pas à genoux, une fois encore.
Dans un mal fou prenant nos corps
Prendre des coups sans avoir tord
Pensons à nous une fois encore.
Un point c'est tout et puis alors.

Un peu de rêve, des brins d’espoirs
Que rien n’achève pour mieux y croire
De l’utopie plus que raison
Entendre oui plutôt que non.
Un peu de chance, des coups de pot
Quand çà avance sont jamais trop
Un p'tit bonheur c'est bon à prendre
Et le meilleur c'est beau à rendre.
Un peu d'oubli sur l'importance
Prendre la vie comme elle avance
A chaque trou il faut remplir
Et jusqu’au bout bien se le dire.

Croyons en nous...

LET'S BELIEVE IN OURSELVES

A bit of realistic meaning
When you think about it, it all exists
Hide your pain, don't live with it
Looking up high intoxicates us.
A little love, just a tear
Have days resting the souls
Will they be beautiful, will it be dark?
In every top, there is a shadow.
A little money just enough
It's indecent to have too much
Street corners show misery
Men lost without doing anything about it.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves
Let's see the end, and then first
Let's stay standing, bad luck
Not on your knees, again.
In a crazy evil taking over our bodies
Take blows without being wrong
Let us think of ourselves once again.
Period, that's all, so what.

A little dream, a bit of hope
That nothing ends to better believe it
Utopia more than reason
Hear yes rather than no.
A little luck, pot shots
When things progress, there are never too many
A little happiness is good to take
And the best part is beautiful.
A little forgetting about the importance
Take life as it goes
Each hole must be filled
And until the end, say it to yourself.

Let's believe in ourselves...

A little peace would be good
But we don't know what tomorrow is
A white flag slung over one shoulder
By slandering all the troubles.
A little emotion, which takes to the heart
Heat the cold for the best
Can do good in the spirit
Because for everyone nothing is written.

Let's believe in ourselves, let's believe in ourselves

CROYONS EN NOUS

I Never Cease To Be Amazed At The Strange Clouding Of Human Minds

Gary Reeves Drums and Percussion
Barbara Browning Cello and Vocals

SEEMS I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE
FEELS LIKE IT FELT BEFORE
SEEMS I’VE SEEN YOU BEFORE
OR
WAS IT IN BALTIMORE

HEY I’VE HEARD THAT SONG BEFORE
A MILLION TIMES AND MAYBE MORE    
THE WAY I LOOKED THE CLOTHES I WORE
OR
JUST A TOUCH OF CHRISTIAN DIOR


SEEMS I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE
FEELS LIKE I’VE SEEN YOU BEFORE
WAS I THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE
OR
ONLY THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

SO RENDEZ-VOUS BEFORE
LE DÉJÀ-VU LE NEVERMORE
IN A DREAM IN BALTIMORE 
OR
IN GERMANY BEFORE THE WAR 


SEEMS I’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

BEFORE (Lyrics) + Barbara Browning & Gary Reeves

lets be friends

I wrote this forty years ago as part of the "Scenes of St. Francis" small-town song anthology and thought it might be fun to post as fall is winding down but before the Christmas season gets into full swing.  St. Francis, Kansas is a little prairie town nestled in a shallow river valley and has an abundance of trees, mostly cottonwoods, but a few hardwoods that stand out especially in the fall. And with the trees was an abundance of squirrels always playing chase or hide and seek when they weren't getting into mischief.  They needed a song, and with my daughters being so young, I wanted to make it in the form of a children's song that they could sing along to.  As adult women, they still like to sing along when they hear it which is a good thing since my own singing voice has largely depleted with age.  But it is a nice reminder that once upon a time I could sing:) Rescued and remixed from an old but faithful cassette tape.

Squirrel Song lyrics:
Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
Haven't got a care in the world.
Playing hide and seek 'round an old tree trunk,
I'm talking 'bout my friend the squirrel.

Gathering nuts is a way of life,
But even they know when to play,
And though winter's coming before too long,
They still live life day by day.
Chorus:
Just let their antics entertain you,
From a high-wire act to a tree-top stunt or two,
There's not a dull moment when you see them around,
There's fun wherever they're found.

Instrumental hums then repeat chorus

Hop, skip, and jump, and away they go,
They have something we need to learn;
That a happy life is made of work and play
When each one gets a turn.

Squirrel Song (from Scenes of St. Francis)

Jamming with noise and orquestra sounds with random synth beats in a static ambient.

Mixing with other takes in post production.

R&N (18.1+14.1)

Watching Simpsons on Twitch reminds me of the Foxtel/FOX8 days.

Watchin' Simpsons

Story time. February seems to bring out my dark side.  Here we have a very bad man about to have his sentence fulfilled. In it, he will receive his final "song". The same "song" that his victims received. 

Lyrics;
Piper
I pay the Devil's dues
This Piper's lost the tune
Like the many souls who sang my song
I leave this world too soon

I'm not seeking mercy
Not asking to be saved
I'm not looking for forgiveness
For deeds deemed depraved

The doctor stands beside me
His hand rests on my head
Strapped in, I can not move
As I lay upon the bed

The singers sang the Piper's song
And I set those voices free
I was writing songs days one and two
And I played them on day three

Now bring your music doctor
I look forward to your tune
Inject me with a melody
'til my beating heart's consumed
Not quite a requiem
But I accept this honorarium
For the music that I gave them
The music moving through me
From my shoulders to my hands
I feel the final chorus
Banishing the damned

Darkness overcomes me
I receive the Devil's kiss
No sight or sound or focus
As I sink through the abyss

I pay the Devil's dues
This Piper's lost his song
Yet beating in the darkest hearts
The Piper's music carries on

The Piper

when I slip into the background
like wally I can't be found
sights and sounds wash over me
when I move into the background

restless as a child
sprint the quarter mile
I could run or come undone
restless as a child

constantly stuck in motion
before my eyes time erasing

when I move into the background
never lost, Ive found
There is space to take a step
and move into the foreground

move into the foreground

BEFORE (Lyrics) + Barbara Browning & Gary Reeves

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