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Mellow Melodies

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"Je tuerai pour toi" est une incantation passionnelle, un chant d’amour brûlant où désir et révolte s’embrasent.
Zanzara y sculpte une poésie charnelle et rageuse, où l’intimité devient un acte de survie — fragile, sacré, incandescent.
Minimaliste et vibrante, leur musique porte ce texte comme une fièvre douce et tenace, qu’on ne peut — et ne veut — faire taire.

je tuerais pour toi

Journal #26 (Humpty-Dumpty)

Bonjours à tous
Voici Les gardiens de nos mémoires, enregistré en 1987, est plus qu’un morceau, c’est un poème chanté à ceux qui ont forgé nos racines, à ceux dont les rides racontent des siècles d’amour, de luttes, et de lumière.
Leur présence est une richesse précieuse, souvent silencieuse, mais essentielle.
Derrière chaque ride se cache une histoire à préserver

Paroles :                      Laurentides Music
Musique :                    Laurentides Music
Arrangements :           Laurentides Music
Copyright :                  Laurentides Music 2025

Les gardiens de nos mémoires

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When Winter Returns

Sevcan Orhan - Yar Demedin

Spotify Link 
https://open.spotify.com/track/2tkxUal1OePdMsMTqNvKO8?si=27b30cf89f194e01 

LYRICS

(Verse)
Shivers runnin' down my spine
Hearts cold in the summertime
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Verse)
You call me like you're used to
To tell me you're in the mood
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Bridge)
Leave me nowhere
Ooh-ooh
Mm
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere
Leave me nowhere

Leave Me Nowhere

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Forty Days to Nineveh (JONAH 3:2)

MK 37

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

That Was The Week That Was

Hollow

ALL THE WORLD IS GREY

Pool - Tiny Desk

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


That Was The Week That Was

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