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Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

I take the same old, bumpy bus home from work every day. No matter how loud I turn up the music on my headphones, the old vehicle's creaking and creaking can always be heard. So one of my trips home, I recorded and layered in its creaking so you can hear it too. :D

21, to home

The In-between

A Rainy Autumn Evening

The long-period Lemmon Comet, said to appear only once in a thousand years, can be seen around this time.
To commemorate this rare event, I’d like to release this song I created last year in collaboration with Lemon Muzik.
https://on.soundcloud.com/5qMeitmIGeXml9bkD4
The song’s structure, chord pads, lo-fi guitar, and beat were all created by Lemon,  I added my own arrangement and mixed to them.
The vocals are also by Lemon.
Although the mix is a bit rough, I really love this version. I had such a great time making it together with Lemon, and I feel that sense of joy is reflected in the sound itself.
I truly hope we can collaborate again someday.
Please give it a listen!

'Finger Tips' Lemon=Synline

Here we go again! 🎃 After listening to the song (maybe 2 or 3 times, so you’ll lose your mind and be perfectly ready for Halloween!)… go check out the video! This time we’re not in it, it’s a real ridiculous cartoon! 👉 https://youtu.be/_1hK8-2omFQ

OK, now it’s time to let you hear Beating Edge in the most beautiful language in the world (yeah, we know it’s subjective, but many say so anyway)! 
Our new track "Un Cavaliere Medievale" tells the story of a resurrected medieval knight, brought back to life by five crazy people (who knows who they are?😂), trying to survive the chaos of the modern world. It’s absurd, darkly funny, and just perfect for Halloween vibes. 

📝Below the Italian lyrics you’ll find the best possible English translation (we tried, we swear!). And since it’s Halloween, we’ve decided to commit artistic suicide, because with a ridiculous Italian song, SoundCloud’s algorithm will probably bless us with, what, 10 plays? Maybe 11 if we’re lucky! But hey, it’s the season for scary things, so let’s kill off these Beating Edge once and for all with the Italian language!!! 💀 

Enjoy the madness, and if your ears start bleeding, it’s not our fault… must be some ghost you didn’t listen to! Love you all (...in a very spooky way)!!! 🖤👻
Don’t forget to like, comment, and share… if you survive till the end 😈

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on October 30, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

🇮🇹[Italiano]

Io ero un cavaliere medievale
Ma la mia origine non era nobiliare
Sgobbavo come un animale
Con venti chili d’armatura sulle scale

Poi un colpo secco e finì la mia storia
Polvere e ossa, perduta la memoria
Ora arrivano cinque menti ribelli
Con magie e rumori che fan tremare i miei capelli

Io sono un cavaliere medievale!
Non potete scalfirmi né farmi del male!
Io sono il cavaliere di ’sti folli,
Risorto a caso tra scheletri e polli!

Il mondo moderno è un vero casino
I cavalli spariti, mi date un motorino?
Le luci, i telefoni, i rumori strani
Io combatto ancora… ma senza compagni

Io sono un cavaliere medievale!
Non potete scalfirmi né farmi del male!
Io sono il cavaliere di ’sti folli,
Risorto a caso tra scheletri e polli!

E se pensate di avermi sconfitto
Ricordate… torno sempre dal conflitto!
La musica è la mia magia, la mia maledizione
E vi perseguito… in ogni canzone!


🇬🇧🇺🇸English Translation
[A Medieval Knight]

I was a medieval knight
But I wasn’t born noble
I worked my tail off like a beast
Wearing armor that felt like a ton on my back

Then a single blow ended my story
Dust and bones, my memory gone
Now five crazy people show up
With magic and noises that make my head spin

I am a medieval knight!
You can’t hurt me or do me harm!
I’m the knight of these fools,
Brought back to life among skeletons and chickens!

The modern world is a total mess
No horses in sight, can someone lend me a scooter?
The lights, the phones, all the strange noises
I still fight… but without any companions

I am a medieval knight!
You can’t hurt me or do me harm!
I’m the knight of these fools,
Brought back to life among skeletons and chickens!

And if you think you’ve defeated me
Remember… I always rise back into battle!
Music is my magic, my curse
And I’ll haunt you… in every song!

Un Cavaliere Medievale

Hollow.

The Letter

I’ve been Back for few days, you’re around 
Already sitting alone on the ground
Do I Have to write you a letter 
Just to make things Better 

Hey, you bastard, now you have to listen to me,
Everythings you do, 
Destroys everythings we built,
With Every passing days 
You make the wrong decision 
Again and again and again 

I really don’t know what I could do for you
But now it’s Time for me to tell you the thruth,
I can’t believe you’re so dumb 
You hide it well 
Again and again and again 

I’ve been Back for few days, you’re around 
Already sitting alone on the ground
Do I Have to write you a letter 
Just to make things Better 
You’ve missed everything so far,
You have to get out now , you’ve lost the war
Do I Have to write you a letter 
Just to make things Better 

Hey, you asshole, you’ve don’t take the call.
you’ve don’t read the memo, 
You’ve don’t read at all
You don’t feel revolution in the air,
Maybe you’ll feel it when they cut your head 
I got you, You Never wanna listen 
Everythings you do, just serve your own Ambition 
Sow the wind, reap the storm ! 
Sow the wind, reap the storm ! 

I’ve been Back for few days, you’re around 
Already sit here alone on the ground
Do I Have to write you a letter 
Just to make things Better 
You’ve missed everything so far,
You have to get out now , you’ve lost the war
Do I Have to write you a letter 
Just to make things Better

The Letter

Who Knew

Dead flowers on the floor

Hi everyone… Britney here. 💛
Creating this song was emotional, healing, and empowering.
If you’re going through something heavy right now — please know you’re not alone.

Drop a 💛 in the comments if the song helped you in any way.
I’m sending love to every single one of you.

More soon…

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🎤 Britney McClearn — the voice behind The Britney McClearn Story.
Her music fuses pop, funk, and cinematic emotion into soundtracks that feel alive.
Signed to GTSI Records, every track is mastered, licensed, and registered under ISRC & ISWC codes.
💫 Your story. Your song. One voice.
📩 DM for custom songs, or commissioned work.

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