Life

It's All About Everything

Folk Songs

Soft Vocals-2

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Lowlands of Holland

Wild Mountain Thyme

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Bubba Loaf-guitar, vocals, midi
Bregman-bass
Pat Ahern-drums
Brad McCarthy-engineering, effects

I wrote this for a 10th grade English project after reading 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. It was one of the first songs I ever wrote and the earliest song I remember how to play. Incidentally, I remember very little about the book at this point:/

The Boo Radley Song

Prince Across The Water

Thank you very much indeed for your time. It is very much appreciated.
This is for my partner, Claire.

Impatient

Texte Français et Google traduction

Des mots sans paroles, des mots regard
Des mains qui frôlent, des mots du soir
Des mots en douce, des mots flatteurs
Des mains de mousse, des mots rêveurs.

Des mots de tendre, des mots si doux
Des mains qui tremblent, des mots de fou
Des mots de charme, des mots qui rient
Des mains sans armes, des mots choisis.

Des mots et des mains
Des mains sur des mots
Des mots et des mains
Des mots pour demain…
Des mots… Des mots pour demain

Des mots qui chantent, des mots de vie
Des mains pressantes, des mots aussi.
Des mots je t’aime, des mots baiser
Des mains qui traînent, des mots osés.

Des mots et des mains
Des mains sur des mots
Des mots et des mains
Des mots pour demain…
Des mots… Des mots pour demain

Des mots de couche, des mots de corps
Des mains qui touchent, des mots encore
Des mots d’Eden, des mots qui crient
Des mains qui prennent, des mots d’envie.

Des mots du cœur, des mots en miel
Des mains en sueur, des mots du ciel
Des mots silence, des mots bonheur
Des mains en transe, des mots d’ailleurs.


Des mots et des mains
Des mains sur des mots
Des mots et des mains
Des mots pour demain…
Des mots… Des mots pour demain

WORDS AND HANDS

Words without words, words look
Hands that graze, words of the evening
Sweet words, flattering words
Hands of foam, dreamy words.

Words of tender, words so sweet
Shaking hands, crazy words
Words of charm, words that laugh
Unarmed hands, chosen words.

Words and hands
Hands on words
Words and hands
Words for tomorrow ...
Words ... Words for tomorrow

Words that sing, words of life
Strong hands, words too.
Words I love you, words kiss
Hands lying around, daring words.

Words and hands
Hands on words
Words and hands
Words for tomorrow ...
Words ... Words for tomorrow

Layer words, body words
Touching hands, words again
Words of Eden, words that cry
Hands that take, words of desire.

Heart words, honey words
Sweaty hands, words from the sky
Words of silence, words of happiness
Hands in a trance, words from elsewhere.


Words and hands
Hands on words
Words and hands
Words for tomorrow ...
Words ... Words for tomorrow

DES MOTS ET DES MAINS (L'amour heureux)

Teste Français et Google traduction

PRÊCHEURS OBSCURS
Prêcheurs obscurs, là dans vos murs, Tous vos sermons, sous religion. Vos impostures, contre nature, Odieux démons, de Dieux sans nom. Aux bataillons, tueurs de fond, Vous, hommes sans âmes, donnez les armes D’une doctrine, qui assassine Les innocents, Dieu est-il grand ?
Dieu de l’amour, reviens un jour, Si tu existes, tu seras triste. De voir tes hommes, qui déraisonnent Aux bains de sang, Dieu est-il grand ?
Au nom de qui, ôter les vies ? Au nom de quoi, pour qu’elle foi ? Tous vos disciples, vos fanatiques Jouent de leurs vies, vous aux abris. Des artifices, pour sacrifices, Prennent leurs corps, semant la mort. Et on mitraille, méchante bataille, Des innocents, petits et grands, Dessous couvert, Sainte est la guerre, De l’occident, pour Dieux déments.
Dieu de l’amour, reviens un jour, Si tu existes, tu seras triste. De voir tes hommes, qui déraisonnent Aux bains de sang, Dieu est-il grand ?
Les scènes d’horreur, des haut-le-cœur, L’apocalypse, des jours d’éclipse. A nous détruire, sans rien vous dire. Prêcheurs obscurs, soyez-en sûrs, Le monde en feu, n’est pas des Dieux./ Toutes vos raisons, n’ont pas de nom Que de faire mal, vos âmes sales, Un jour viendra, tout est si bas Que vous paierez, vos lâchetés. Les religions, qu’elles soient leurs noms Laissent à penser, qu’il faut aimer.
Dieu de l’amour, reviens un jour, Si tu existes, tu seras triste. De voir tes hommes, qui déraisonnent Aux bains de sang, Dieu est-il grand ?
Dieu de l’amour, reviens un jour, Si tu existes, tu seras triste. De voir tes hommes, qui déraisonnent Aux bains de sang, Dieu est-il grand ?

DARK PREACHERS
Dark preachers, there in your walls, All your sermons, under religion. Your impostures, unnatural, Odious demons, Gods without name. To the battalions, fundamental killers, You, men without souls, give the weapons Of a doctrine, which murders the innocents, is God great?
God of love, come back one day, If you exist, you will be sad. To see your men, who are unreasonable In the baths of blood, is God great?
In whose name, take away the lives? In the name of what, for her to believe? All your disciples, your fanatics are playing with their lives, sheltering you. Artifices, for sacrifices, Take their bodies, sowing death. And there's a machine gun, a wicked battle, Innocents, big and small, Under cover, Holy is war, From the West, for Gods insane.
God of love, come back one day, If you exist, you will be sad. To see your men, who are unreasonable In the baths of blood, is God great?
The scenes of horror, gagging, The apocalypse, days of eclipse. To destroy us, without telling you anything. Dark preachers, be sure, The world on fire, are not Gods. All your reasons, have no name What to do wrong, your souls dirty, A day will come, everything is so low That you will pay, your cowardice. Religions, whether they be their names Let them think, that they must love.
God of love, come back one day, If you exist, you will be sad. To see your men, who are unreasonable In the baths of blood, is God great?
God of love, come back one day, If you exist, you will be sad. To see your men, who are unreasonable In the baths of blood, is God great?

PRECHEURS OBSCURS (Le fanatisme religieux - Religious fanaticism)

The Bottom

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The song "Loose" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret.

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Loose

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The song "Hull" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret.

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Hull

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La cavale

La Cavale

I want a little sugar In my bowl By Sucole & 6qsax

The song "Broken Wings" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret. Lyrics by Kyle Egret.

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Broken Wings

Based on Wypernet's (Laurent) song, and with his permission, I've posted this to my page on SC. The song emerged as an exploration and exhortation. If you feel as though you are going through the motions of life, and it's understandable in the age of Covid 19, it's time to change things up. Where's the red pill from the Matrix? (is the red pill the vaccine? Or is it a mask that some people choose not to wear? Or are these just what gets us past the pandemic...then what?). The Red Pill may be the simple awareness of others' needs and thinking of others first. Self-less, rather than self-ish. Other -centered, not self-centered. Community rights, rather than individual rights.

Life is Precious

Original music (Life Is Precious, on Sound Cloud) - Wypernet  https://soundcloud.com/wypernet/precious-lifeold-titlewyper2019
Additional synths, lyrics, vocals, and final output -Wigmore

We are the walking dead
The zombies of the Apocalypse
We've forgotten who we are
And we're wandering aimlessly
The red pill remains on the shelf
The red pill remains on the shelf

We are the walking dead
Life is precious but we spend it wandering
Wasting time, we try to amuse ourselves
With the logic and  philosophy of  all that is self-indulgent

We are the walking dead
We are the walking dead

Instrumental

We are the walking dead
Zombies of the Apocalypse
We've forgotten who we are
And we're wandering aimlessly
The red pill remains on the shelf
The red pill remains on the shelf
The red pill remains on the shelf


The red pill remains on the shelf
Take it with you when you want to see
The world as it could really be
The red will reveal

We aren't the walking dead IF we see
We aren't the walking dead If we know
We aren't the walking dead IF we can change
What we chose to be

Life is precious don't you see
Life is precious eternally
Life is precious for ALL of us, 
Not just for me

Life is Precious 
Life is Precious 
Life is Precious 

Life is so very precious, to me
Life is so very precious, to me
Precious
Precious

Life Is Precious

The song "Far Away" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret. Lyrics by Kyle Egret. 

The music video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xm0rdt5Nsww

Check out my album 'Consecutive Correlation' available digitally worldwide via Tokyo's fantastic label @breadandcakerecords ! Buy/stream it here: fanlink.to/KyleEgret-CC

www.kyleegret.de