CUPID CRIES

Energized

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Alone Again * Copyright SCRT

"ONCE WAS" Is a raw, reflective hip-hop track that dives into loyalty , pain, & growth. With a blend of melodic flows & hard hitting lyrics, ROY L. paints a vivid picture of who he used to be & who he refuses to be again. Inspired by late night thoughts, this record is for anyone who's ever had to rebuild. 

ONCE WAS

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Jump Up (Prod.by H.Gee)

Here's another song written and produced by myself with Kim on lead vocals , it's on the rockier side of pop , we do hope you like it ! We're still in that song contest that seems to be running for years , please give us a vote  hofa-contest.com/song/19226/ 
Next up is a nice song by myself , closely followed by more from me and Kim , stuff by myself and a lovely Country song with Northern lad Dave Cooper and German genius Axel Menningen .
Me and Gaz are working on a belter of a song , that'll be finished soon .
The mega project with Axel , Andrea Brennan and many others is starting to take shape , it's taking over our entire lives , it'll be bigger than Trump's wallet !
Your support is fantastic , thank you so much !
Here is the album links for me and Charlotte , give one or two tracks a listen if you get chance
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Runaway Girl

Un temps ou il ne faisait pas bon être différent, ou manquer de foi. 
paroles:
On dit qu'il est né, dans le sombre d'un puits,
Qu'il aimait le feu, comme on aime la vie.
On dit qu'il vivait de vols et de larcins,
D'autres modérés, le devinaient malin.
Jusqu'au jour ou vint, l'envie de voir en lui,
Sorcier confirmé, bien plus qu'un apprenti.
Qui courait la lande aux herbes mystérieuses,
Chantant à tue tête, d'une voix pleureuse.

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

Est ce par vengeance, ou pour se protéger,
Qu'ils ont décidé de brûler le sorcier.
Sur la place sombre bucher lui fut dressé,
Puis il apparut sous les regards inquiets.
Lui n'aura de cesse de chanter son bonheur,
Même quand les flammes ont grignoté son coeur.
Ce temps là n'est plus, mais laisse une question,
Exclusion n'est elle, forme d'inquisition?

Moi je sais pas lire, moi je sais pas écrire,
Mais je sais les routes qui tracent votre avenir.
Moi je sais pas lire, mais je suis bienheureux,
Car je sais le fluide qui enlève le feu,
Et j 'ai vu l'hiver descendre à la rivière,
Il ressemble à vos terres.

On ne sait pourquoi,
Depuis ce jour là,
Une voix s'élève,
Venue d'autrefois.

Le feu est ma maison,
Il détruira vos terres.
Le feu est ma raison,
Vous connaitrez l'enfer.
Ah, ah , ah.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

A time when it was not good to be different, or to lack faith.

Words:

 They say he was born in the darkness of a well,
 That he loved fire, as one loves life. 
They say he lived off thefts and petty crimes,
 Others, more moderate, guessed him to be clever.
 Until the day came, the desire to see within him,
 Confirmed sorcerer, much more than an apprentice.
 Who ran through the moor with mysterious herbs,
 Singing at the top of his lungs, with a weeping voice.

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

Is it out of vengeance, or to protect themselves,
 that they decided to burn the sorcerer? 
In the dark square, a pyre was set up for him,
 then he appeared under anxious eyes.
 He will never cease to sing his happiness,
 even when the flames have gnawed at his heart. 
That time is no more, but it leaves a question: 
is exclusion not a form of inquisition?

I can't read, I can't write,
 But I know the roads that trace your future.
 I can't read, but I am happy,
 Because I know the fluid that extinguishes the fire,
 And I have seen winter descend to the river,
 It looks like your lands.

We do not know why,
Since that day,
A voice rises,
From times long past.
Fire is my home,
It will destroy your lands.
Fire is my reason,
You will know hell.
Ah, ah, ah.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

L'inquisition

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Eyes rolling back like a storm in the night
Your look cuts deep no need for a fight
Words are ash before they leave your tongue
Burned bridges falling where love once clung

Love will crumble love will fall
Brick by brick it takes us all
Rubble under every wall
Love will crumble love will fall

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