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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)

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Fest

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)

This one was lots of fun.  Terry and I exploring some new sounds as always.  We had the idea of merging some blues into his psychedelic soundscape and it went from there. The result is a fusion of Terry's synth driven stylings with some bluesy twang giving us something special.  If you enjoy this one, check out the full Texas Tea playlist.  We're kicking around the idea of an EP soon with 6-8 of our favorite tracks together as well, so watch for that if you dare.

Guitar - TexMex Shaman
Synths, beats, mix -  Tea R Sea

Texas Tea Playlist - https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/sets/texas-tea-sea

Texas Tea Industrial Bluegrass Experience

Texas Tea Industrial Bluegrass Experience - A Texas Tea Production

Just a little short acoustic jam I put together to give some more meat to the Judgment Day album. I drew inspiration from Led Zeppelin and Genesis.

Mountain Man

"Siempre de pie" was born as a quiet but steady cry. Not out of anger, but out of conviction. It’s about holding on—not with clenched fists, but with an open heart. About keeping on even when you don’t have answers, when everything feels shaky… and still, you don’t fall.

This acoustic version has something very special for me. The guitar keeps the pulse steady and warm, like a heartbeat that doesn’t give up. I added a vintage organ that brings an emotional layer — something like a secular prayer, or a street-born hymn. The phrases are long, because that’s how I felt it: like every line needed all the breath I had to come out. And the vocal harmonies are my way of not singing alone — even if I’m the only one recording it. There’s something collective in the act of staying upright, and I wanted that to come through.

This isn’t a song about heroic resistance. It’s a song for the everyday fight. The kind you hum under your breath when you’re tired, but still know you’ll keep going. Because in the end, that’s what it’s about: keep going, no matter what — Siempre de pie.

Solo esto

Siempre de pie

Nail-polish purple and sparkly
Where did the time go baby?
You polish up good though I still see you 
But it’s been awhile since I’ve truly seen through

My love 
You tore me apart 
I turned us into art 
You turned us in for parts 
My love 
Can’t go back to the start 
But just meet me in the courtyard baby 
It’s getting dark take me

Polish chipped off my nails shoulder 
I’ll bet your off wishing you could hold her 
I had to learn how to live without you 
Codependency I had to break through 

My love 
You tore me apart 
I turned us into art 
You turned us in for parts 
My love 
Can’t go back to the start
But just meet me in the courtyard baby 
It’s getting dark take me 

Take me back to the love bombing closure 
Heroin withdrawl I think I know her 
Take me back to when we felt closer 
But it’s been weeks since our last disclosure 

My love 
You tore me apart 
I turned us into art 
You turned us in for parts 
My love 
Can’t go back to the start 
But just meet me in the courtyard baby 
It’s getting dark take me

BEFORE (Lyrics) + Barbara Browning & Gary Reeves

IMRE LODBROG