JEANNE D’ARC 
Jeanne d'Arc (1412 - 30 mai 1431) est considérée comme une héroïne de la France pour son rôle dans le siège d'Orléans et le couronnement de Charles VII de France pendant la guerre de Cent Ans contre l'Angleterre. Après avoir mené avec succès plusieurs actions militaires françaises, elle a été capturée, remise aux autorités anglaises, condamnée comme hérétique et brûlée sur le bûcher en 1431. Vingt-cinq ans plus tard, sa condamnation a été formellement annulée. Près de 500 ans après sa mort, elle a été canonisée comme sainte par l'Église catholique romaine.
Joan of Arc ( 1412 – 30 May 1431) is considered a heroine of France for her role in the siege of Orléans and the coronation of Charles VII of France during the Hundred Years' War against England. After successfully leading several French military actions, she was captured, handed over to English authorities, convicted as a heretic, and burnt at the stake in 1431. Twenty-five years later, her conviction was formally overturned. Nearly 500 years after her death, she was canonized as a saint by the Roman Catholic Church.
Backing track: Paploviante
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/mythic-paploviante-open-colas
Lillithe : Production and Arrangement.
              Adding: sound effects, synths.

JEANNE D’ARC - Lillithe & Paploviante

Mastering: Adam R. Tucker (@adam-tucker-composer)

A walk through a time where the fields were still full of poppies, cornflowers and camomile and where my grandmother would use the linen tablecloth she inherited from her own grandmother....

Simple Google-Translation of the lyrics:
Photo in a frame
with your name
matt portrait from a bygone time

Me in a little dress
at your side
Flowers by the wayside of a time gone by

Your linen dress 
Your hand so soft
Feeling such a security

Stomp in the gravel path
I laugh while we chat
deep familiarity of a time gone by

Camomile scent 
and red poppies
Wandering through a time gone by

Your linen dress 
your hand so soft
I feel such security

Elderberry syrup 
and a sausage
Wandering through time gone by

In your lap
I am feeling at ease
while I hear your belly rumble

I feel the wind,
Dancing to myself
Through high pastures as an eternal child

In my flat
I look at the photo
Tears are rolling through all these times

I see your face
I feel your light 
And that you're still among us

Cover photo: Lewis W. Hine (1912)

Old foto's memories

Old photo's memories

Lyrics:

Do You feel empowered, or do you feel like you're enslaved?
Do your dreams grow and flower, or do they burn in raging flames in your mind?
Do you feel empowered?

You say your letting go
And you don’t want to know
But what you need to know
Is that you belong

Don’t say your letting go
Just say you want to know
But you say 'it’s all gone wrong'

Spending your time
In the sorrow
Where you’ll never know how far you can go
You're never gonna know
If you say you’re letting go
But I know you know
I’m here for you now

Does your heart beat in wonder, or does it feel like it's been drained?
Are you living your life like thunder, or do you hide and feel ashamed in your mind?

Do you feel empowered? 
Please don't feel like your enslaved
Let your dreams grow and flower
Don't let them burn in raging flames in your mind

Feel empowered

Empowered

Foolish Girl   Jan 2023

Musique, paroles et arrangements : Richard Gonfrier
Crédits Photo : Etienne Boile     https://eb-art-photo.com
Cover Design : Delphine Portier
Mix&Mastering : Freddie M. (Mastering True Music) 
* Richard Gonfrier* copyright ©. 2023

Huge Thanks to Freddie M. from MTM Productions for his wonderful and so professional work on this song. He really made this song living, and I'm so grateful he gave this song the professional quality sound and final polish that makes it shine.

Lyrics : 
C’est quand je plonge dans ton regard
Que tout commence
Que nos pluriels se conjuguent
En toute elegance 
Que nos accords jouent toute la gamme 
En résonance 
Oh ooh oh

Quand tu t’approches mon cœur s’égare 
Je prends conscience
Que je suis celui qui commet
Les imprudences
Même quand tu joues t’es prête à perdre
Ton innocence 
Oh ooh oh

Même si tout s’arrête 
Tout autour de nous
Notre histoire s’entête 
Le reste on s’en fout
Ne laisse pas mourir tes rêves
On peut croire à tout
N’attends pas que tout s’achève 
On peut croire en nous
 
J’aime quand tu fais le premier pas
De notre danse
Que tu prends tous mes désirs
Pour des évidences
Alors je tombe dans tous tes pièges 
Sans résistance 
Oh ooh oh

Quand on s’éloigne mon cœur parcourt 
Toute la distance
Pour retrouver les vibrations de 
Ta fréquence
Si tu pouvais me donner encore
Une chance
Oh ooh oh

Même si tout s'arrête

going nowhere fast.
 "Running Around " Electronic music with guitars and vocals.

Running Around

It has been a little while since I've used my little Volca Drum machine on a track. I think it gives a lofi kind of industrial feel to a lot of the tracks that I've experimented with it on, including this one!

Machine Learning

This is the last song in my Trilogy. My Character has now " Washed his soul in the River " he has become a " Better Man " and now he is heading " Into the Light " 
Rejuvenated and free from his burdens, oh if only it was so easy..ha ha ha 
I hope you like this one its a Re-mix of a song i wrote 2 year ago. 

Written and performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Into The Light

The featured "pop song"  from the album Focal- moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/focal

Mood Exhibit - Terra Song [from the album Focal]

daydreaming

Daydreaming

you're wrapped up today, it's 9.10 am and -2 degrees, it's been snowing overnight, some a them's been there since before 6! you walk down familiar streets, almost drag yourself there, feeling empty of emotion and desire, ambivalence consumes your integrity,  running commentary conversations with yourself contain more contradictions and paradoxes than thought itself. Horns tooting as you pick up the pace on Coburg street, nearly there now, must show willing and a pulse of positivity. You see your uncle Derek walking the dog, he's not really your uncle, you're not too sure if that's really a dog, it is a dog though, it's jumping up at you, fuck! it's at eye level, big dog that Derek! You make a bit of small talk about the football, and the dog, there's nothing small about the dog. He doesn't agree with the strike, I should be offended, but I don't give a flying fuck, it's nice to see him, have a bit crak and even getting bulldozed by that beast of a dog didn't seem to bother me. See you then Derek, tell the family I was asking after them. Turns out I would see him on my stroll to the picket line a week later too.

Big turn out today, you're genuinely impressed and start to feel a pang of guilt that you're really not feeling it. Try to fit in, you're more like them than they are themselves, it should be a stroll in the park. You start to make conversations and mooch about a bit, you don't  see anyone that you're desperate to avoid. Gallows humour is gallowing in pride, ready to take a bite out of anyone that doesn't subscribe to their own gallant gallowness. Sharing a thought invigorates your being, you start to reminisce and replay memories of this place and anything within a 2 mile radius. Across the road there was the last place you had a proper conversation with your cousin Pirrie, he wasn't really your cousin, but it was really a conversation; not like in the hospital, that was just the odd grunt here and there, a movement or two. There's Sydney Court, your Aunty Jean lived there since the 60s or 50s?  she wasn't really your Aunty, but it was built, and she was your mams aunty, so that's pretty close. You feel a genuine appreciation for this area and the folk who dwell upon it, you dwell with them, Gateshead town, blood sweat synagogues and thieves. Walking round the picket line, soak it all up, retain it, when you get home wring it out. Group therapy plasters over the cracks, you feel so good that you self diagnose yourself with bi polar. Although time grinded it's heels towards the end, it was worth losing a day's pay, you'd pay more for a therapist, and you'd gotten a good idea for a song.

Sydney Court

my mood is changing like the weather
my spirit rising like the sea
and all the things that I once held and cherished
don't really matter that much to me

as I wander round old Gateshead town
blood sweat synagogues and thieves
I lost my cousin in the Metropole bar
his ankles hanging round his knees

there ain't a single thing
left around here no more
not even a photograph
of Sydney Court

my mind is like a patchwork dreambelt
I'm blowing hot air in then cold
for when did I become the man's 
worst nightmare
never believing what I'm told

and as I'm riding down the Sheriff's Highway
and I watch the old Tyne valley flow
getting lost on the Tuxedo Princes
man it all seemed so long ago

there ain't a single thing left around here no more
not even a photograph of Sydney Court

where did you go
where did you go

recorded at home in my 8 track, thanks for listening, very much appreciated 👍






Sydney Court

I am a singer/songwriter from Ireland loving SoundCloud and the ability to be able to put my songs up here for people to listen to and comment and to be able to collaborate with other musicians around the world is really amazing. Loving the technology that makes all this home recording and sharing possible and  i am totally knocked out by the talent out there it is frightening and brilliant and i am in awe and very happy to be part of this amazing forum.

Into The Light

No killie fish