A sad little song with very nice accents! The music is joyful and the lyrics... broken! Great song/production! ❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

Il faut prendre soin des poupées... elles sont fragiles mais pas toujours dociles... adorable petite chanson très touchante sur un petit air tout droit sorti d'une jolie boîte à musique

IMRE . . SORRY FOR DELAY IN COMMENTING ON THIS . . GREAT AS ALWAYS . .

Une approche poignante et ironique, de music box, à ce thème...

J’aime venir ouvrir ta boîte à musique ... et écouter... Merci !

A therapy song, hopefully will resonate with some of you. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. 
Skyline Tigers: guitars, synths, vocals, lyrics, production.
Lyrics
Sitting on a rock, throwing stones
Climbed up here to be alone
Never going home
Never going home
Try to be the girl that you need me to be
But I just wanna be me
Just me
Never going home
It’s that time again
Get ready to take your seat for the 6 o clock show
Trying to eat
Lump in my throat
My crime
Label of my life
You want something to cry about
You disappointing child
I’m so heavily connected to rejection
Begin to resent the fake affection
Dressed as good intentions
Tainted with aggression
I’ll take my time
Wait for the light
To fade
Blood red to grey 
Desensitize
I’m gonna build my walls so high
No one can climb
And so I’m
Sitting on a rock throwing stones
Climbed up here to be alone
Never going home
Never going home
Try to be the woman that you need me to be
But I just wanna be me
Just me
Better go on home

Throwing Stones

Scotty: guitar, lyrics, vocals
Tommy: bass

Why can't I get any peace of mind?
Something crushing happens each time
happiness comes my way.
It is never here to stay. 

Fuck the game that we've gotta play
just to live another day. 

I'm beat down, broken and terrified
yet I carry on somehow and take it in stride. 

Fuck the game that we've gotta play
just to live another day. 

Something crushing happens every time
That I think I've achieved peace of mind...

The Game

January’s fool steps out into the limelight.
The first day of the year is always filled with fear
and hope and love and good intention.

February’s fool wraps up against the cold
wind blows a hole where a heart used to be
and now doesn’t even get a mention.

March fools, April fools we are
waiting out the winter.

May’s fool is turning over new leaves
hoping spring will bring some clear days,
show new ways to be together.

June fools, July fools we are
regretting and forgetting to surrender.

And while the seasons change we all just stay the same.
Trying to take control again.
Worried fools, worried fools we are,
worried fools we are - time takes care of everything.

August’s fool is holding on to sunshine,
ignoring all the straight lines
between us and the future.

September’s fool is rushing headlong
into something that just feels wrong
and is nothing more than rumour.

October fools, November fools we are
and December’s too.

And while the seasons change we all just stay the same,
holding on in vain again.
Worried fools, worried fools we are,
worried fools we are - time takes care of everything.
Take care of everything.

A Gathering of Sorts

Worried Fools

The tribal leaders are ever at war to protect their power base,they try to force us to take sides.

The earth is my country and it's people are my tribe.

Warmongers can do one.

Tribal

This is actually a remix of the song “Where We Want To Be” which I shared about four years ago when I first joined Soundcloud.   “Winter's Road” was in fact the original title when the song was written.  So I decided to fall back to that with this remix.   See what you think.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Credits]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming / Keyboards – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Ron Carnell
Electric Guitar Solo (Intro & Ending) – Dave Cleveland @Band_in_a_Box
Piano Solo - John Jarvis @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
I cannot speak for all who stem
Long road less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
By words they spoke and did not say.

(Chorus)
All roads lead to where we go
Where we go is where we have been,
So home’s just a word we know,
For where we want to be again.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

Repeat Chorus

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is gonna to be
Another road or just a place.

Repeat Chorus

© Myst Songs 2018 / 2023

Winter's Road

additional cello Barbara Browning

T’AS CASSÉ TA POUPÉE ALORS    
TA POUPÉE S’EST CASSÉE

TE REVOILÀ SEUL MAÎTRE À BORD
CORPS ET CŒUR FRACASSÉS 

T’AS VOULU RECOLLER LES MOR
CEAUX ET TOUT RAPIÉCER

MAIS L’AMOUR QUAND C’EST MORT C’EST MORT
QUAND C’EST CASSÉ CASSÉ

T’AS CASSÉ TA  POUPÉE ALORS           
TA POUPÉE S’EST CASSÉE

TE REVOILÀ SEUL MERDE ALORS
MAIS QU’EST-CE QUI S’EST PASSÉ

T’AS CASSÉ TA POUPÉE ALORS
TA POUPÉE T’A CASSÉ.

POUPÉE CASSÉE (Lyrics)

Hiraeth discovered her power one day while staring up at the sky, lost in thought. As she concentrated, she noticed a small, white cloud slowly drifting across the blue expanse. She found that she was able to move the cloud slowly across the sky, just by her thinking about it. Excited by her discovery, she tried again and again, each time with more focus, until the clouds were dancing to the rhythm of her mind.

Hiraeth

This is a new song about love and support in very difficult, emotional times. 
Best with headphones. 

Lyrics: 

We hideaway to heal you

Flaking paint on our hotel room window is out of step with the rest of the room
But dark green walls and patterned bathroom tiles, and a fire that offsets the winter gloom,
and a bed with soft pillows,  a huge warming quilt, with coffees and biscuits and tea,
all provide refuge, an oasis of calm, against the storms that life has sent with ferocity….

you said your sad goodbye

Inside here, its peaceful and kind, away from the shock and loss and devastation
But flashbacks of the bedside, final sad hours, medicines and medics and sleep deprivation,
final conversations, the snatching of memories in short breathless whispers, and the final release, with a sigh, tears, black dresses and ties and a eulogy by brothers and sister
Are still there, but there’s comfort in this quiet isolation

We hide away to heal you, you can recharge and get some peace
To shield you from the whirlwind, and let the pressure ease
So you can feel stronger, and able to take the strain
Yes we hide away to heal you

In an old English town, deep inside Sussex, with oak doors and old pubs and grey chimney smoke
surrounded by fields and full bloated river where we walked for miles, held hands and got soaked
then back to the hotel for swimming and resting, tv, hot baths and loving,
reading books, watching people, we stretched out and enjoyed the freedom of just doing nothing

Sleep deeply or talk if you want 

We hide away to heal you, you can recharge and get some peace
To shield you from the whirlwind, and let the pressure ease
So you can feel stronger, and able to take the strain
Yes we hide away to heal you
Yes we hide away to heal you
And it’s all because we love you 
And we’re all here for you

James Whiteman Copyright December 2022

We hideaway to heal you

Kaleidoscopic Visions

A Big Thank You to  soundcloud.com/33per?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing (keys) and The Neighbor (guitars), a great pleasure to collab…

The photo detail shows the Northern White Rhinoceros Najin taking a nap. The original photo was taken by Matjaz Krivic, he was awarded as“ Travel Photographer Of The Year 2022“.




Najin And Fatu

1
Two hundred ks 
North of Nairobi
In the „Ol Pejeta 
Conservancy“, 
A protected area
On two and a half square ks
Surrounded by an electric fence
Live the last two of their kind
They were born in captivity,
Until then 
Lived in a zoo 
In the Czech Republic.

If only 
If only…

2
A highly sought commodity
As fever agents in TCM 
The horn commands 
Tens of thousands of dollars per kilogram
The last known remaining male 
Died in 2018, 
Leaving only a mother 
And a daughter, 
Ambitious scientists try
To keep the species alive
With pluripotent stemcells 
Oh, how absurd this all is
They are the last two of their kind
Are the last two of their kind 
The last two of their kind

out
If only 
If only…
Man would not be
The most cruel beast
If only 
If only…
Man would not be
The most cruel beast
If only
If only
Man would not be…

Najin And Fatu (ft 33per & The Neighbor)

From the EP "Smilers" June 2023
Avoid those back alley mechanics! I don't know what the woman in the photo represents, but you're guaranteed 10% more listens on SC with a pretty woman in the song photo.
Lyrics:
If you're having car trouble
Friends, I'm gonna save you some pain
Don't take your car to Bruno's
Washington & Main
Because you'll never be same
Bad mechanic blues

His dog Snot
Yeah, he guards the lot
He doesn't have an invoice
With his name on it
He says: scratch paper is all I've got
Bad mechanic blues

Bad mechanic
I'm starting to panic
But I've got myself to blame
I think I saw him driving my car
20 miles an hour in the fast lane

He's got nothing but excuses
His cousin is sick
And that part don't fit
Then he took my passenger seat out
Now my fat ass has nowhere to sit
Bad mechanic blues

He can't work
He claims he's a victim of a bad romance
You know he's freelance
He says: You're gonna have to pay me later
You're also going to have to pay me in advance
Bad mechanic blues

POUPÉE CASSÉE (Lyrics)

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