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Ta 25ième heure, l'heure à laquelle tu décides de vivre ta passion.Lorsque l'on fait une activité qu'on aime le temps est toujours trop court et jamais assez long.

Your 25th hour, the time at which you decide to live your passion. When doing an activity that we like, the time is always too short and never long enough.

Ta 25e heure

Tu l'imagines
Mais tu plies l'échine… toujours!

Cet espoir de bonheur
Te reviens à chaque heure… à chaque heure.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent

Tu rêves de cet instant
Pour traverser ces moments… plus librement.
Toutes ces journées à labourer
Pour construire ce paradis… tant souhaité.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent s’écoulent s’écouleeeeent

Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L'important c'est que tu t'écoutes
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure

Solo

Celle qui t'appartient
La réalisation de ton destin
L'instant de bonheur
Ta passion à toutes heures… à toutes heures

(Mais tu te dis…)
Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L’important c’est que tu y touches
Le temps présent
Le temps constant
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure


Ta 25ième heure

Rock/blues song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitar
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
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If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

S.E. Fireworks, Enschede. Just google it. That tragedy was caused by man-made-foolishness. The tragedy that happens everyday in the Ukraine isn't.

Lyrics

Unbelievable? Perhaps...

She was standing at the window, 3rd floor of the building
On a tropical Saturday, her dreams stuck to the ceiling

And they had asked her to join them, swimming in the lake
She said she wanted to stay at home she needed a break

Ah-ah
(There's never been anything like it)
(There's never been anything like it)


She could see black smoke and a red glow, in the opposite street
She worried and she called her mum while she felt the heat
(God doesn't knock)

Daddy said from behind, close the doors and the window
But the line collapsed the walls turned to ash when the sky exploded
(There's never been anything like it)



The sun was eclipsed by a dark cloud (no chance to run away)
The neighbourhood as we knew it: wiped out
No chance to get away from the warehouse: S.E. Fireworks

(Her remains have never been found)
(There's never been anything like it)
(There's never been anything like it)

(The wonder which has made it all possible)

Yeah
A man-made tragedy.  Stupidity lit it, fools let him
But the tragedy that happens everyday is not caused by a fool,
It’s a butcher with a crown, it’s Putin burning people down


There’s a woman still standing in a room with no walls around her
In a state of shock, apocalypse surrounds her
But Bert on a bike, doesn’t give up til he's found her


She says, you’re late I’ve been waiting
He says, get on the back. We’re relocating
Ooh-ooh
The sun was eclipsed by a dark cloud (no chance to run away)
The neighbourhood as we knew it: wiped out
No chance to get away from the warehouse: S.E. Fireworks

A man-made tragedy
A man-made
Tragedy

Cellar Aged Wines

S.E. Fireworks

Music inspired from the film Gone Girl 
Prod. by 1983

Letica

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Originally I had written this more than a year ago under the heavy influence of Sonic Youth and Thurston Moore memoirs in particular (around the same time as "Forgotten Boy" which was also driven by the same matters). I tried to record it back then though the result wasn't quite satisfying, so until now it existed only as an Instagram reel where I was playing it live.

It could have remained like this if I hadn't realized that this tune might fit in perfectly with my new Da Tape De H project. So here it is, wide dynamics and fierce high-gain strumming properly produced and put on tape with Tascam 424 MKIII portastudio.

Abu Dhabi
7/21/2025

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If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

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