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Lovely song and really well written ... i like it

What a lovely nice song. Very dreamy. Love the peaceful atmosphere. Your voice is vera amazing.

When it is bitterly cold and suddenly snowing! A warm feeling wells up in my heart. Perhaps it is because snow surely makes everything glow white. Such an atmosphere

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CUPID CRIES

‘Jardin du passé’, which means garden of the past, talks about the ghosts of past love stories, lived halfway or to the fullest, dreamed or for real, leaving behind only the nostalgic memory of what was supposed to be the love of a life, but ended up revealing itself as being only a big fantasy.

In this song, Inyha evokes the often thin border between reality and imagination, passionate love and love for passion, unjustified nostalgia and memories we want to keep close to our heart.

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Written, recorded and produced by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

Inyha Contact Info:
https://www.instagram.com/inyhamusic/
http://www.inyha.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLagoRX48FumzRA7rdo3PkA


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PAROLES :

Des tournesols un mois d’aout
dans ta voiture sur la route
un baiser, un sourire, tes histoires

Comme dans un rêve aveuglée
par ton charme, tes idées
j’étais folle amoureuse d’un fantôme

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et de promesses d’une vie à deux

Tu es parti sans aucun bruit
Mais ton fantôme continue 
à me hanter inconnu par téléphone

Quand je réponds à mon tour
pas un mot de retour
O je demande juste une chose, c’est d’oublier

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et les promesses dans le vent s’envolaient

Tu ne vaux pas la peine
d’un souvenir, d’un totem
dans mon grand jardin du passé.

Tu m’aimais bien jamais
Aujourd’hui, je le sais
Et ton fantôme a disparu
tout comme toi…

pouf

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Mais il y a que moi qui vraiment y croyais.

Les tournesols de l’époque
ont fané depuis longtemps
ton sourire, tes baisers
sont oubliés.





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LYRICS:


GARDEN OF THE PAST

Sunflowers, in the month of August, 
in your car on the road.
A kiss, a smile, your stories 

Like in a dream
blinded by your charm, your ideas
I was crazily in love with a ghost. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises of a life together 

You left without a sound 
But your ghost continues 
to haunt me unknown by telephone 

When I answer on my end 
not a word back 
Oh, I just ask for one thing and that is to forget. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises that flew off with the wind.

You’re not worthy
of a memory, of a totem 
in my big garden of the past. 

You never really loved me 
Today, I know it
And your ghost has disappeared 
just like you…

puff

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
but I was the only one, who really believed in it. 

The sunflowers from once upon a time 
have wilted long ago.
Your smile, your kisses
have been forgotten.

Jardin du passé

Lyrics

I’m looking for a time tree
Growing moments ‘stead of green
I’d put ‘em in my pocket now
Save the seconds that I found
I’m searching for more time you see
You never know how much it means
Til what’s lost just can’t be found
Can’t have fun ‘til it abounds
So I’m looking for a time tree

(Chorus)
Tick tock
Ringing in my ears
Tick tock
Echoing my fears
Tick tock
Hear that ghostly clock?
Can’t stop 
Looking for that time tree

There’s a forest by the sea
Can I find my fabled tree?
Can’t pause to see the beauty now
I’d drop more moments on the ground
I’m searching for more time you see
I have to find that treasure tree
Nevermind the hours spent
I’ll pay back the season lent
When I find my time tree

(Chorus)

I never found my time tree
I searched for a century
Should have stopped to feel the breeze
In that instant by the sea
Wasted time, I do believe
Looking for a time tree

Time Tree

Arctic soundscapes with a haunting yet warm voice full of emotions, this is how Inyha paints her inner emotional world where ice & snow covers the warmth of her heart, where walls of silence create distance, where mirrors of ice show her own disguise, while all she longs for is nearness and love. 

This is the shortened Radio version of the song.

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Last but not least, Smokin Rock bares its soul for the world to see. Dannewitz belts out his story of hardship with unflinching honesty as Hank Rusch machine guns the universe with his Stratocaster. This song was written in 2018. It was a sort of autobiographical song  pertaining to singer Bob Dannewitz during a rough patch in his life.  At the that time lockdowns, riots, crime, war were non existent. We thought the song was not relatable so we shelved it.  What a difference a couple of years make!! Now all the mad prophet rantings are par for the course in this year 2024.  This the last of Smokin Rock's releases in the album Desiree, we present it for your listening.

Desiree

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The Music Video for Mr. J is out now: https://youtu.be/HWQ-U_8Aen8

In her new song Inyha takes us on a journey to the 7th heaven of love on the wings of Mr. J. But even if love can give us wings, it cannot free us from our own chains, it can only give us the will and energy to do so for ourselves. This is the image Inyha paints with her handmade sounds and arrangements in melancholic, nostalgic colors and a dreamy 90ies touch.

Mr. J

Well this is a bit of a curve ball , I had been listening to Axel Menningen and was so impressed I asked him to help on a song I was doing , he in his wisdom suggested it being a duet , so I got in touch with my lifelong friend Kim , and the 3 of us put this together , it's a bit different from my usual stuff , but we think you'll like it ! On the 8th is a belter from me and Gaz , and on the 13th is another with Axel , this time with Charlotte . There's a huge orchestral rock song being put together with Axel and lyrics by Andrea Brennan , so keep your peepers open , thank you for listening !
Axel Menningen - https://soundcloud.com/axel-m-501052973/tracks
Kim - https://open.spotify.com/artist/3IYDHiML2eN0d0Irw8VYYj?si=fO-8jl1nQRWRHTydr4s5oA

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In My Heart

In My Heart( Kim , Mike Fox and Axel Menningen )

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Passages

La queue du Mickey (translated)

Out On The Wing (produced)

“Rien n'est plus vivant qu'un souvenir.” F G Lorca   --  "There is nothing more alive than a memory."F G Lorca

Everyone's neighborhood

Introduction in English:

Manfred (‘Manne’) was my oldest friend. We used to play together in the sandpit. 
We were both very contrasting characters. I was ambitious for a long time and wanted to excel through special achievements. Manne, on the other hand, preached idleness and complete freedom from pressure even as a teenager.  He often laughed at me from his lotus position when I got bogged down in something. I secretly admired him for his attitude of pure being and complete freedom from purpose. 
Through him, I learnt about the benefits of slowness and pausing. And he was a sensitive companion when I came into contact with certain drugs such as cannabis, alcohol and cocaine in my early adulthood.     
Unfortunately, from his mid 20s onwards, he tipped more and more towards the destructive side of drug use. During this time, we both drifted further and further apart. The last time I saw him, he seemed like a wreck to me. I could already sense that things weren't going to be good with him for much longer. 
Nevertheless, I was shocked when I learnt of his early death at the age of just 31. 
Since then, I have visited his grave every year and see how many beautiful aspects of him live on in his son, who is my nephew. 
With this song, I would like to honour him with my own personal musical memorial.   

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Manne Manne

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I just don't quite understand
That you left so soon
You pissed off from one day to the next

Manne Manne, you were such a cool hero
In your anti-achievement world
Instead of storm and stress in a noble snail's pace
A bohemian with a song of lullabies

Believed in you for a long time,
In your ‘Let yourself go’ poem
Your vision of life without haste

Without any pressure and stressful scabies
Just stay lying there
Behind misty coloured windows
Against the compulsion to do!

Manne manne, you were once so beautiful
You could turn women's heads
With your deeply chilled charm
Even the proudest lay in your arms

Manne Manne, master of slowness
Of ‘I don't have to do anything, I always have time’
Of life beyond ‘Nine to Five’
Of twilight sleep in the realm of night owls

Lord of the drug world
Herring-hook-less tent
Invited us into

Strange magic worlds
Where no rules apply
Into dark shadowy spaces
Gave us a light there

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I never quite understand
That you went down like that
I've missed you a few times

Manne Manne, I`ve dreamt of you sometimes
Damn, I missed it somehow
To stop your self-dissolution programme
At the last meeting it was already much too late

Manne Manne
Manne Manne
Manne Manne
 
 




Manne Manne

An original song, Seasons, by Canadian musician Edina Balint

Seasons

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

I owe this one to Johnny Cash, and my deeply empathetic existential daddies…


@bananasutra GROWsutra lyrics + #aivoice on FOLK #sunomusic :

I walk through streets, so cold and bare,
Every face I see, they don’t seem to care.
I’m trapped in shadows, where hope’s expired,
I fell into, this world of ice and fire.

[Chorus]
I fell into a mean, cold world,
Lonely nights, with no place to turn.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The pain and the fear,
I’m lost in the fire,
In this cold, cruel fire.

The voices fade, but the hurt remains,
No guiding light, just endless rain.
I cry for peace, but the echoes die,
In a world where love’s gone dry.

[Chorus]
I fell into a mean, cold world,
Lonely nights, with no place to turn.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The pain and the fear,
I’m lost in the fire,
In this cold, cruel fire.

In this world of ice and fire,
I’m lost in the fire,
In this cold, cruel fire.

Where Hope Expires • Folk BANJOsutra

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Inyha is a Paris based singer-songwriter of Austrian origin. Passionate about music since her childhood, Inyha sings, writes, plays guitar and piano and produces her songs from beginning till end. Authenticity and emotions is what counts most for her in music; this is why she often uses a rather minimal style in her productions, where even silence has its part to play, where classical influences and cinematic sounds can meet with pop music and dreamy soundscapes.

In her lyrics, she uses a lot of imagery of nature, a nature she deeply feels connected with and regularly ventures out to in her leisure time. Her artist name, which is made up of syllabus of her “real” name, refers to a character in a fiction novel about a Native American community. It’s the spirit of the Native American community, the love of nature, freedom and independence, which made Inyha decide for this name.

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