A dark, fateful opening ushers in the vast expanse of the Pandemic Suite. The bassoon strikes a motif of destiny— a solemn call, answered with heavy hearts by the string orchestra.
Inevitable, unrelenting, chord upon chord presses forward, until the music finds its root— the home key, like fate fulfilled.
A dark entry-gate to the 31-part Suite.

Pandemic Suite – 01. Prologue

Can’t sleep part 3

Die Beste Zeit

Whole In The Head

In The Middle Of A Night  ( 07.25 )
Lyrics E.Liautard - Music & Vocal : G.Alberto 
Orchestration - Mix : Joël Cuillé
Credit Photo : Rosa Linda

In The Middle Of A Night ( ft. Joël Cuillé )

LYRICS:
Blessed be the bean…
Roasted dark…
Ground fine…
Salvation in a steaming cup…

I was born again in a drive-thru lane,
Eyes like sandpaper, so full of pain.
She handed me like mulberry silk,
A venti truth with extra milk.

Steam rose like incense, warm and divine,
The first sip hit like a punch to the spine.
I saw God in a paper cup,
And He said: “Hey! Wake the fuck up.”

Oh Caffeine Messiah, deliver me now!
Shake off this slumber, anoint my brow!
When the world is a haze and my vision is dim,
You fill my veins with holy sip.

Praise be to drip, to pour-over gold,
To mocha prophets, and lattes bold.
I raise my mug to the caffeinated sky —
Caffeine Messiah, don’t let me die!

I knelt at the altar of dark roasted beans,
Heard the barista chant her coffee routines.
“Double shot, oat milk, no foam please”
Her voice was wind through sacred trees.

In this cardboard chalice, I find grace,
A sacred warmth to my cold dead face.
I speak in tongues of jitter and grind,
As blessed productivity floods my mind.

Oh Caffeine Messiah, your gospel’s strong,
You perk my spirit, you right my wrongs!
Your bitter truth, your dark salvation,
Is my jittery joy, and morning foundation.

No sleep till paycheck, no peace without pour.
They ask for miracles, I ask for more…
More cream, more steam, more unholy brew,
And I’ll write 300 emails before noon’s through.

Some bow to idols carved of stone…
But I bow to beans I grind at home.
French press prophets, perked and wise,
Guide me with your roasted prize.

Oh Caffeine Messiah, redeemer of yawns!
Breaker of Mondays, bringer of dawns!
I once was weak, but now I’m wired,
My bloodstream’s buzzing, fully inspired!

You are the cream in the chaos, the sugar in storm,
You heat my heart, you keep me warm!
All hail the brew that wakes the dead —
Caffeine Messiah… raise thy head!

sip
Amen...
sip

©2025 PICKERING, produced at PicPro Studio

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remembering i,m nothing again v3-0 (8-3-25).wav
photo and editing by: d kivi

remembering i,m nothing again

The white shelter

"Gone to the Deep" is a gothic folk ballad about a wartime tragedy and the strange twist of fate that connects it to a young man decades later — the very same legendary musician Eddie Parpworth.


Gone to the Deep

« L'harmonie, c'est la conciliation des contraires, et pas l'écrasement des différences. »
(Jean Cocteau)

[Verse]
L'amour c'est la fleur solitaire
Nous sentir seul
Nos douces rêveries
Amours infinies

[Chorus]
Ma main pressant ta main
Mes yeux cherchant tes yeux
Nos cœurs se parleront sur nos lèvres unies
Dans nos larmes
Dans nos rires
Nous dirons les mots doux
Que nous soufflons
En secret
À la nuit
Dans la solitude
Nous resterons
Et nous deviendrons tous deux

Titre : Tous deux
Poète : François-Marie Robert-Dutertre (1815-1898)
Recueil : Les loisirs lyriques (1866).
Tous deux, pour nos amours invoquons le mystère,
Cachons à tous les yeux nos entretiens si doux ;
Car l'amour, vois-tu bien, c'est la fleur solitaire,
C'est l'oiseau qui s'enfuit au regard des jaloux.

Tous deux, quand le printemps ornera les prairies,
Pour mieux nous sentir seuls loin des bruits d'ici-bas,
Nous irons épancher nos douces rêveries
Sous les bosquets en fleurs où l'on parle tout bas.

Tous deux, nous goûterons des amours infinies,
Ma main pressant ta main, mes yeux cherchant tes yeux,
Nos cœurs se parleront sur nos lèvres unies
Et nous irons un jour ensemble vers les cieux.

François-Marie Robert-Dutertre.
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/francois-marie-robert-dutertre/poeme-tous-deux.php

Tous deux

Sky is Bleeding 

“thrashy doom metal – or doomy thrash metal”

Fixed bits and bobs on 30.08 🖤

Lyrics

In the dead of night I wonder
I wonder what was right
in the dead of night 
I wonder … ...

To hell with it all

I watch the sky, sky is bleeding,  just bleeding… 
my love remains -  intact and easy – so easy
There was the time when we were dreaming
just dreaming, but then the sky kept bleeding, just bleeding
My love became uneasy – so uneasy
Love was  to remain free with feelin… true feeling 
But life became,  uneasy – so uneasy
Where it leads - is to be seen – to be seen
Wherever it leads me -  so uneasy – so uneasy

To hell… with it all 
Disaster….  after …  every …  fakin … fall

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Used standard tuning - probably should have been downtuned for the midpart - but wanted to bring in that 80s thrash metal guitar tone and vibes.

Sky is Beeding

Sky is Bleeding - ( thrash / doom metal ) - Lyrics

PICKERING is an ever evolving eclectic multi-genre music project trying to find new ways to make people appreciate metal, in as many subtle directions as required.

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