Prelude in Em  (Chopin)  remixed and remastered

Asia moves her graceful body
while the small altars stand ready.
Young vestals return from the fields
with lavender stems on their heads

Corcyra anklets on their feet,
Shining bright in the sunlit street
Pizarre laid out on steps at dusk.
Muzzuni wrapped in silk scarves lush

We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
virgin souls like the Greek vestals,
They Feel pure and bright as crystals.

Ancient songs of courtship and love,
like an angel watering doves.
Candy to seal a new friendship,
As Asia softly meets my lips.

I breathe in the evening air
Echoes of old Aghlabite squares
Old couples speak in muted tones,
their phrases worn like ancient stones

We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
virgin souls like the Greek vestals,
They Feel pure and bright as crystals.

We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
like priestesses of Delphi’s shrine,
where wisdom flowed through sacred wine.

Iriteddu facitini amari,
chi ‘nni ficimu cumpari,
‘nzoccu avemu ,‘nni spartemu,
e mai ‘nni sciarriamu,
cumpari semu e cumpari ristamu,
quannu veni ‘a morti, ‘nni spartemu.

We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
virgin souls like the Greek vestals,
They Feel pure and bright as crystals.

We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
like priestesses of Delphi’s shrine,
where wisdom flowed through sacred wine.

Ancient Rite

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
😊😊😂❤️
#deepbarkthoughts"

Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

When every war is lost
And every hatred spent
Some folks will throw a ball
And some will boo
With nothing left to feel & do

Hep hep-hep!

Don't start assumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

When I was a child
I did believe, I did believe
In Socrates
And all the Greeks who said that
We could all be good

I sat and smiled
As teachers taught we were the greatest
Fought the hardest
Just to win back
A tiny fraction of what used to be ours

It's understood
The meek & mild must toughen up
When something greater is at stake
A martyr acts
when lemmings leave

No wreaths for cowards!
It took the dying of a world to make it clear
A Holy War rings 
The gold in someone's purse

We did some bad things
But soandso did so much worse...

When every tribe is lost
And all the money spent
Some folks will drown in song
And some will jeer
With no-one left to kill in fear

Hep hep-hep!

Got caught presumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh hek
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

I'm still that child
But many reasons and excuses later
I just try to keep afloat without
Kicking my neighbor down

And failing bad
Do I blame the strings that have us tangled
When the strings were made by
Drowners like myself?

What if it's something we can't help?

What Makes Us Human?

Ce titre, composé en collaboration avec Myckaël Marcovic (paroles)https://soundcloud.com/myckael-marcovic/tracks, se veut un hymne à la liberté. Le refrain, à lui seul et magnifiquement écrit,  nous permet de comprendre l’essence du propos de ce titre et de ce que veut  dire le mot liberté. La musique, un peu rock, est allégée par des vents qui rappellent les belles années du groupe Chicago.
REFRAIN :
On n’emprisonne pas le vent…    venant de l’ouest ou du levant.
J’ai toujours été arrimée… aux ailes de la liberté.


This title, composed in collaboration with Myckaël Marcovic (lyrics), is intended as an hymn to freedom. The chorus, in itself and beautifully written, allows us to understand the essence of the purpose of this title and what the word freedom means. The music, a bit rock, is lightened by winds that remind of the beautiful years of the group Chicago.
CHORUS:
We can't imprison the wind... coming from the west or the 'levant' (french word for east, sunrise).
I have always been anchored... to the wings of freedom.






Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Myckaël Marcovic : Paroles
Denis Caouette : musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
André Lessard : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation

SI TU VEUX SAVOIR
A Dominique Briand
Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 juin 2020


Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Suis les saisons, suis la rivière
Qui chante et danse dans son lit
Se riant des vaines colères.

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Essaie de suivre ce nuage
Qui a toujours la même envie
De caresser des paysages.

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis…    écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie…         pour une école buissonnière.

                                               
On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Regarde encore dans ton miroir
Pour y retrouver l’utopie
Le cœur ardent de mon espoir

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Il te faudra de la patience
Car jamais mon cœur ne frémit
Pour ceux qui manquent d’élégance 

On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté…         

…aux ailes de la liberté…                     aux ailes de la liberté…


Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté…
 
Maintenant tu sais qui je suis
Comme un bateau mi-eau, mi-air
Pleins de rêves inassouvis
Mais qu’aucun port ne pourra taire

Nannanananananana !

On n’emprisonne pas le vent…              on n’emprisonne pas le vent…

PHONOGRAPHE

Si tu veux savoir

Oleander - Fleursonseaux
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Oleander

A dreamy reflection on loss and memory, where grief becomes light in the echoes of home.

Echoes of Home

“Golden” by These Guitars Say Sorry is an acoustic folk ballad that blends warm guitar tones with emotive, singer-songwriter storytelling. Featured on the artist’s third album, the track is lifted further by harmonies from The Choir of Phantoms.

The lyrics move between fleeting golden mornings, rose-filled gardens, and shared struggles in “the same sinking boat,” offering a bittersweet reflection on beauty, hardship, and resilience. Despite the rain, ruin, and distance, the song carries a persistent optimism — a reminder that the best is yet to come.

For fans of Billy Bragg, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Bright Eyes, Damien Rice, Iron & Wine.

Genre Keywords:
acoustic folk, indie folk, singer-songwriter, acoustic ballad, storytelling folk, reflective folk, lyrical songwriting, emotive folk music

Golden | Acoustic Folk Singer-Songwriter Ballad (These Guitars Say Sorry)

Sometimes life really feels like a sitcom on wheels 🚗💥.
“Just Another Day” is born from a couple of small real accidents that happened to two of us (don’t ask who 😅). Between alarms, burnt breakfasts, empty gas tanks, exploding tires and near-superhero sprints, we tried to turn the chaos into a darkly playful pop rock anthem. Because at the end of the day… it’s just another day!🤪

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on September 5, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

It is Sunday morning
the alarm is ringing
I don’t want to wake up
I just need more sleeping

It’s already 9 o’clock
I can’t wait to see you
I get up and grab some bread
it almost makes me dead

But I’ve no time
I take my car
driving straight to you
now something’s wrong
I need to stop
I’m out of fuel

Dozens of cars ahead
under this burning sun
it’s just another day
a day of madness, craziness
but nothing in this world
will stop me going on
I’m back into the traffic
feeling lost, confused and stuck
I’m going slightly crazy
I just need a mental pit stop

Now I’m driving faster
I’ve almost reached you
there are only 9 more blocks
keeping me away from you
When the blocks are only 4
suddenly a tire blows
and I crash into the wall
I’m OK but the car is not

I need to run
it’s getting late
and no, I can’t wait
to hug you once again
I want to hold
you in my arms
and kiss you once again
after all
it’s just another day

I feel like the Flash
my shoes are burning
I’m sweating like a runner
I just need some resting
But now I’m almost there
breathless and almost dead
when someone makes me stumble
this is just another day

Dozens of cars ahead
under this burning sun
it’s just another day
a day of madness, craziness
but nothing in this world
will stop me going on
I’m back into the traffic
feeling lost, confused and stuck
I’m going slightly crazy
I just need a mental pit stop

This is just another day
yeah, just another day

Just Another Day

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Me and my guitar, nothing can come between us.
We find each other, we share a dream.
Look up, there’s a star, maybe it has also seen us.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

INSTRUMENTAL

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 


Me and My Guitar

IR1S (Intelligent Recognitive Integrated Sound) is an alternative band electronic music project where the central characters in every song are women. Each track tells a story, explores a social issue, or expresses a thought from the perspective of these protagonists, weaving together elements of both fictional narratives and real-life experiences. Drawing inspiration from strong women in literature, cinema, and dystopian worlds, IR1S creates a unique soundscape that blends powerful storytelling with evocative electronic beats.
For information write to the new management "John Falko Promotion"