Hep Cats rule as they Bebop/Charlie died too young!

Liebe ist   ...   ein leises Lächeln

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(When I Hear That) White Noise

Empty Chair By The Window

They say people are mirrors.
But every mirror bends the light.
You don’t see me, you see yourself
your want, your fear, your outline.
And I do it too.
I translate faces into safety,
voices into proof that I still exist.
We call that empathy.
But it’s just evolution wearing perfume.

I just want to be fucking seen
without translation, without transaction.
Not your lesson, not your reflection,
just the pulse that’s under all the noise.
I just want to be fucking seen
and not mistaken for your dream.

When I was small I learned the trick:
smile, listen, mirror back.
Connection as survival,
love as camouflage.
Now I can make anyone feel understood,
and die a little doing it.
We build our kindness like currency,
spend it to stay human.
But what if all we’re buying is delay?

I just want to be fucking seen
without translation, without transaction.
Not your lesson, not your reflection,
just the pulse that’s under all the noise.
I just want to be fucking seen
and not mistaken for your dream.

Maybe empathy is gravity:
it keeps us close,
but crushes if you hold too long.
Maybe love is a language
with no native speakers.
Maybe the truest thing we do
is try anyway.

I just want to be fucking seen
not forgiven, not believed, just met.
No halo, no feed, no screen.
I just want to be fucking seen.

i just want to be fucking seen

Comment l’Amérique respire ses jours
Ses vastes plaines ses amours en détour
Comment elle porte ses douleurs ses tambours
Dans un soupir rempli de velours

[Verse]
Les étoiles brillent haut dans la nuit noire
Les routes s'étirent comme des rêves sans parloir
L'Amérique chante dans le vent qui dévore
Et l'espoir danse là où le temps déplore

[Verse 2]
Les villes grondent comme un orage perdu
Les déserts murmurent au sable confus
Les rivières coulent avec un cœur bien dur
Mais au fond des plaines
Des secrets restent purs

[Chorus]
Comment l’Amérique respire ses jours
Ses vastes plaines ses amours en détour
Comment elle porte ses douleurs ses tambours
Dans un soupir rempli de velours

[Bridge]
Les voix des anciens éclatent sur les collines
Chaque chemin
Nouvelle racine
Les mains qui bâtissent se serrent en sourdine
Et l’avenir chante une douce doctrine

[Verse 3]
Les miroirs des lacs renvoient des histoires
Cachées dans les ombres des montagnes au départ
Les rues éclaboussent leur lumière d’espoir
Mais au-delà des frontières
C’est parfois le brouillard

[Chorus]
Comment l’Amérique respire ses jours
Ses vastes plaines ses amours en détour
Comment elle porte ses douleurs ses tambours
Dans un soupir rempli de velours

Ô l’Amérique
Mon Amérique
 l’Amérique

Ô l'Amérique

No soft talk, no slow play.
Rock for the men — roses for the ladies.
Sweat, groove, and danger wrapped in charm.
Every riff bites, every bassline moves, every word burns slow.
Turn it up and let the heat speak for itself.

Heat. Sweat. Seduction. 24. October

Limousine

I Watch Myself

Ya...?

Echoes of the Fir Trees

[Verse]
The forest hums beneath the snow
Its whispers only moonlight knows
A thousand hearts in branches sleep
Their dreams in roots grow still and deep

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it all

[Verse 2]
The frost paints ferns on every stone
A quiet art the cold has sown
Each brittle breath the night exhales
Carries secrets down hidden trails

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it all

[Bridge]
In the stillness where no paths go
The stars write songs the streams will know
A symphony of ice and pine
A timeless hymn both yours and mine

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it al

Echoes of the Fir Trees

Charlie Parker Hepcat Sonata

LEMBRE DE MIN (PAGODE)

I am revolution
a confluence of self propelled
protoplasmic revelation
the synthesis
of infinite cataclysmic events
my fingerprints bleed anarchy
i have no form in the void
i am an atomic convolution of rebellion
A real fucken Hellion 
bound by space time
and wrought by the primordial ooze
out from which i crawled
i am a direct result of phenomena
completely beyond my control
my mind a battleground
for eons of evolution
i exist as a continuum of volition
that ebbs and flows
indiscriminately toward an oblivion
that precedes and succeeds all
i am a confabulation
of electrical impulses
a web of synergistic energy
that incessantly battles forward
toward an indeterminate horizon
meanwhile
universes postulate inside my skull
strumming the strings of my cranial guitar

Charlie Parker Hepcat Sonata

UNREPENTANT1916/SUPERKUNT

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