Ambient 3

Disassociate

Ghosts In Naples (Neapolitan lullaby)

Texte et voix : EdiciuS RaP TroM 
Musique et mixage : Gabriel Guicharrousse
Vidéo : https://youtu.be/kf3s-j2WCNU?si=54uQVcANicX_iv1S

Versets de Sang et de Cendres - Le Réveil De La Flamme

Projet réalisé avec la collaboration de Virtuossos Music (Alma Tenebris & Rodrigo Lopez)

La Valse de la Démence

Whisper Through the Veil

(Go my way) etc.


Time, time, time
All I seem to do is wait
My, My, My
Lucky you look so damn great
Please, please, please
All I do is ask you please
Oh, for once in your life
Could you make mine ease-easy


If it doesn’t bother you, You're walking me home
I've been covering every base til now alone
You ain't caught any look I've thrown
Don't be the perfect guy who dies old and alone

(Go my way) etc.

Green, green, green
They’re overcome with jealousy
Me, me, me
They'll hate it when you come with me

If it doesn’t bother you, You're walking me home
I've been covering every base til now alone
You ain't caught any look I've thrown
Don't be the perfect guy who dies old and alone

(Go my way) etc.

If it doesn’t bother you, You're walking me home
I've been covering every base til now alone
You ain't caught any look I've thrown
Don't be the perfect guy who dies old and alone

(Go my way) etc.

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall ©️2025

Go My Way

Evelyn watched her parents
Drink themselves to death
Her aunt and uncle took her in
With her brother, Jeff 
And something inside her resisted
The life of a post-war girl
And people around that little town  
Asked, “What in the world?”

The focus of attention 
In any room she entered 
Evelyn in her twenties
Was joyous and centered 
She wasn’t going to be a mother
Or a stay at home wife 
Sister Mary Keith
Would be a bride of Christ 

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

Evelyn had a nephew 
And a feeling about young Jack
He needed her protection
And so she was back
She’d known it from the start 
Oh, they were two of a kind 
She held him close and gave him hope 
Watching the eighties unwind 

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

Jack struggled for his health
To keep the seesaw even-keeled
And felt a stab of self-hatred 
Every time he kneeled
Holding the two halves together
The bible and the man of his dreams
Survived by beloved Aunt Evie
And the echoes of her screams

Evelyn
Bright as fire
Bright as lights
Around a field
Found her calling 
In the convent
As the bells of St. Mary’s peeled
But in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

And in time she knew 
What she really wanted 
A different kind of sisterhood 
She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

She was out there somewhere
Out of touch
But she was happy and life was good

(c) 2025 Darryl Wright. All rights reserved.

Evelyn

Slight improvement to the Synth Draft

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two Synth Draft (Level Tweaking)

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The whole worlds is frantic, too much all the time, what's my response?

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Frantic Friction

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