THE OBLIVION CRONICLES part 1-voice/text/music  François Bourgouin

Broken-down well
in a valley broke.
What we encase
keeps us afloat.

There is no vaccine
for the rotten watermelon rind.
There is no angel
for the gas station attendant
shot at point-blank range.
There is no justice for the motive
on the roof, o'er the fence.

What is the soul motivation?
Is there a reason
to live
without freedom?
Besides what you are
remembered by when you leave.

There are no embarrassments
on the eve of the balcony
as gravity kicks in
at four in the morning.

Where were the stars
when the pills sprawled across the floor?
and blood ran down the mirror.

There is no director above you.
The hands reach into the void
for the thing not yet there.

Come up with hands of seaweed
with salt in the air.
Drive the high desert.
Fold in alone.

There is no mercy.
The land as dry as bone.
My body knows it's poisoned
as it drifts to the unknown.

Occupy some trailer.
Meld with the occult.
Let the devil take you down
the highways
with a leather case
and cigarette smoke.

Words by Riley Robinson

Faith Lost

A nice and heavy thrashing tune with fast guitars, fast drums, loud vocals, screaming leads and harmonized guitars

SLAIN

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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Durch die Straßen grauer Zeit
Weht ein Echo lang verklungener Tage
Lang verklungener Tage
Und die Sehnsucht macht sich breit
Nach dem Lachen, das ich in mir trage
Das ich in mir trage

Jugendträume, leicht und klar
(Träume, leicht und klar)
Tanzen wie ein Sommervogelpaar
(wie ein Vogelpaar)
Schweben durch den Nebel meiner Jahre
(durch die Jahre)

Doch das Echo des Vergessens
Weht wie Herbstlaub durch die Zeit
(durch die Zeit)
Und die Spuren des Vermissens
Zeichnen Bilder der Vergänglichkeit
(der Vergänglichkeit)

In der Stille dieser Stadt
Treffen Welten aufeinander
(Welten aufeinander)
Was einst Kraft und Klarheit hat
Wird nun fremd und immer distanzierter
(immer distanzierter)

Zwischen Gestern und Heute
Tanzt ein Lichtstrahl durch die Nacht
(durch die Nacht)
Was die Zeit uns einst bedeutet
Wird durch jeden Schritt erwacht
(neu erwacht)

Und das Echo des Vergessens
Wird zur Brücke dieser Zeit
(dieser Zeit, dieser Zeit)
Aus den Schatten des Vermissens
Wächst ein neuer Weg zur Wirklichkeit
(zur Wirklichkeit)

In der Stille dieser Nacht
Find ich mehr als nur nach Haus
(mehr als nur nach Haus)
Was verloren schien, erwacht
Ich freue mich darauf
(freue mich darauf)

English translation:
Through the streets of gray time
An echo of long faded days blows
Long faded days
And the longing spreads
For the laughter that I carry within me
That I carry within me

Youthful dreams, light and clear
(Dreams, light and clear)
Dancing like a pair of summer birds
(like a pair of birds)
Floating through the mist of my years
(through the years)

But the echo of oblivion
Blowing through time like autumn leaves
(through time)
And the traces of missing
Draw pictures of transience
(of transience)

In the silence of this city
Worlds meet
(worlds meet)
What once had strength and clarity
Now becomes strange and more and more distant
(more and more distant)

Between yesterday and today
A ray of light dances through the night
(through the night)
What time once meant to us
Is awakened by every step
(reawakened)

And the echo of oblivion
Becomes the bridge of this time
(this time, this time)
From the shadows of missing
A new path to reality grows
(to reality)

In the silence of this night
I find more than just home
(more than just home)
What seemed lost awakens
I am looking forward to it
(looking forward to it)

Echo des Vergessens

HEROES - ΗΡΩΕΣ

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Threw the keys in the sink disposal
Found 2 bodies in the bathroom stall
I just don't seem to care
Never really cared at all

They ask, How could I not have noticed?
How could I have lived with you there
I just didn't seem to notice
I just didn't seem to care

That time was only metal for you
That time was always dirge
I didn't seem to want to know
I didn't have the urge

Kept clean and did the dishes
Fed the dog and the fishes
The cat could never be found
I never bothered to look around

Staying awake seemed a chore
Yet I smiled as I swept the floor
I don't remember having this many walls
I guess I never really noticed
Never really noticed, that's all

February 28 and March 3, 2025

Untitled Song 1

MIROIR

Mesmerize

Note: (As a personal protest I'm not doing the below anymore even if the technique works. I read one great artist questioning another great artists authenticity and I found that pretty shit and it's the way we are currently embracing ai that's to blame. So I ain't feeding the beast at all anymore. However I will leave it here as a mark to as much of it as I ever justified in my head) (FUCK the way humans are dealing with AI)

AI voice modeling is a phenomenal way to practice this and hone your voice. I'm not for a second suggesting use it in the result of a piece of art however as a tool to train your good self. Absolutely 

AI can model your voice at different ranges and make you sound real. The nuances of your own unique delivery are brought across so you can actually use this to become your own amazing frame of reference to sing with and improve your own material in the sense you end up closer to what you can imagine given your expanded ability and range you've delivered yourself with modern and very specific practice. It's particularly handy if you are attempting something for the first time. Pitch shifting with the correct subtle gradual movement to the range you struggle in can be a way of getting there. During the process you retain that confidence of enjoying a solid performance and don't get frustrated doing it wrong while trying to train the muscles to be able to actually get there. We inspire ourselves in every musical moment by staying inspired and it sounding good for me is an important part of staying lasered to that instinct which allows you to deliver your best everytime. Maybe it's me but if an idea is running flat... I forget it and move on... So in that light this is a great way of staying ahead of that dagger that might have you doubting yourself 

This is a good example in my opinion of using the tool to become more creative and not the opposite like a lot of people do. If the tool makes art for you ,you are a tool as we would say in Ireland. Use the tool then You are an artist...

Singing Tip - Make your own frame of reference

instruments by me
seeing you wave
throyugh the glass
of the train
it ruind my day
its the smal things
that make you pay
thats what the told me
thats what they say
anyway
anywaaaayyy
tickets ripped in half
with nothing to do
who will you become
because you can never choose 
what you want
doing something you were
never meant to see
holding my breath so 
you walk rihgt past me

through the glass of the train

a take on todays filthy global regime effect . i wrote this a while back , i wish i hadn't now , kinda . . . by RJ WALKER

Low life in high places

#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.