Fantastic ambiance, feels like making a quantum leap into it

Love the dark bell (or gameran)sounds,,,🔔

Love the way it builds without rhythm, pure emotion. Love the complexity here, chaos perfectly controlled.

Mala Tempora

Remixes 2025

In Their Dreams (Remix 2025)

Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

Time Travels

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Wanting And Not Wanting

this came from the first drum take recorded in my new downsized studio. kids needed larger rooms and my partner, Monika Jean, moved in, so sacrifices had to be made. most of the drums are gone. what you hear on this track are odds and ends i could squeeze into a corner. floor tom as a kick, broken hi hat that wont open, etc etc. surprisingly i tend to enjoy frankenstein drum sets more than full ones. the whole "making something out of nothing" spirit tends to inspire me most. 

the soul is one

My favourite club is definitely Foufoune Paradise on Dagon Street.

Lyrics :

Foufoune paradise on Dagon Street,
the neon hums your name in liquid gold,
a symphony of shadows and damp heat,
where the secrets of the night unfold.

I meet you there in the pulsing lights,
your laughter tangled in the bassline’s sway,
a scented silhouette against the velvet sky,
dripping honey, melting time away.

(Chorus)
Oh, let's get wild, set the demons free
In this electric moment, just you and me
In your slutty mini skirt, your moves entice
There’s no place like Foufoune paradise.

The air is thick with sweat and desire,
your fingers trace the rhythm on my spine,
a language spoken only in the scarlet fire
of glances lost in your glass of wine.

Dagon Street breathes in our tangled steps,
Your silky curves crave for my gentle touch,
Your marble lips taste of stolen breaths,
The world dissolves to just this much.

(Chorus)
Oh, let's get wild, set the demons free
In this electric moment, just you and me
In your slutty mini skirt, your moves entice
There’s no place like Foufoune paradise.

The city hums a lullaby of chrome,
but here, we are the only truth it knows,
a fleeting spark, a wild, wandering poem,
our bodies tangled in afterglow’s throes.

When dawn ejaculates its haze of gray,
we’ll fade like echoes in the alley’s sigh,
but Foufoune’s pulse will linger, soft and sly,
a ghost of us beneath the streetlight’s eye.

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