Sailors lost in a sea of misunderstandings and grief. I hope I didn't make it sound too bleak. It's nice.

Available on all platforms: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

Sailors - EP

Demos and stuff

Covers

Naked jazz

This became that ->https://soundcloud.com/la-question/casey-is-sad

Coming home (part 1)

This became that -> https://soundcloud.com/la-question/casey-is-sad

Coming Home (part 2)

A gritty little love song written by a sad bitter man

Sailors

I am looking at them smiling and I listen to their lies
An I see through their blatant hypocrisy
But I see others listening, to their constant flow of hate
And I know this hate will end up killing me

So I’d rather be a sailor
And I’d rather die in the sea
Yes I’d rather be a sailor
If this world turns away from me

And I’m looking at these people walking in the street, 
None of them are bad but none of them makes good
None of them take decisions all of them act as muttons
And they all say it’s ‘cause of society 

And I’d rather be a sailor 
I ‘d rather drown in the sea 
Then drown below this sea of faces 
Where no one has love for me

And then I see you across the room And you’re looking at the horizon   
And you are the most beautiful  person I’ve ever seen
And. I don’t  deserve your love, I don’t deserve your patience
Cause I have to say that  I’m poor company

That I’d rather be a sailor
That I’d rather leave to the sea
That I’d rather be a sailor
If only you’d come with me

 
We might as well be sailors
We might as well live on the sea
We might as well turn from this land
That wasn’t made for you and me

Sailors (demo)

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn

The Shadow Over Innsmouth

There’s a story I’d like to share with you tonight
It’s a story about Casey and it’s a story that’s half sad
The half that is sad is Casey, cause Casey is sad
But I have little love for Casey, you should make up your own mind


Casey pushed his beer over the counter 
He  stood up and rested his hands on the cool  copper
Sled a quarter over to the barman 
And waved a silent goodbye to nobody 

He walked to his old car across the corner, Got inside 
and let the smell of worn damp leather take over 
His thoughts 
And make him forget  how his life 
Took  the wrong turn
 
Casey is sad
Casey you’re driving
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying
 
Casey got back home  to his tired couch
Dropped his coat on the floor uncapped a warm beer /
on the table And every silence told him 
aboute a  love that disowned
 
Buy  Casey knows he’s never  done nothing wrong
In fact he ’s always been doing the same thing all along
And sometimes yes sometimes 
he cared and listened

Poor Casey knows that he’ll die alone on this dirty couch
Between the remnants of empty bottles and pizza boxes
And the fading memories of his normal life
Like old photographs pinned on the wall


Casey you’re crying
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying


Casey is sad  
Casey is crying
Casey is sad

Casey is sad (demo)

Video here: https://youtu.be/ZaXoEUS___w

I crossed the river with my pack on my back
Knee deep in the water to get back to my shack
My feet got soaked and I got so tired 
That I thought of letting the currents 
Carry me  down, down, down, down 
That’s when I caught this god damned bird sneering at me from the bank 
It said hey,  how you’re doing today, 
Shitty Pants Dave 

Tried to shoot the bird with my grandpa’s rifle
Damned gun just blew in my hand
Took the bus to the town’s hospital 
And the doctor told me 
Dave, Dave, Dave
Is that a gunshot here?
What the hell ’d you get yourself into today
Shitty Pants Dave

Doc let me hanging and my hand was dripping
And through the door ï heard him calling
The coppers on the phone, sayin’t’was about Dave
And the last thing I heard was surrender there
Shitty Pants Dave
And the coppers went bang
And blew my brains away

You know, it was a vary unfair situation
The policeman was crooked; the doc was corrupt
The office’s daughter and the doc’s wife both have Dave derangement syndrome and above all

My name’s not Dave
And I threw my pants away
My name’s not Dave 
I threw my pants away
 
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave
My name’s not Dave

Sailors

Shitty Pants Dave

Ain't Nobody's Business - first take (classic blues cover)

The finished track is here: https://soundcloud.com/la-question/le-jardin

The Garden - Instrumental (Dirty mix)

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

Video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTtDsTycNv4

In our home, I waited while you roamed the seas, 
Watched my hair turn silver as time moved like a breeze. 
Three times you returned, and four times you left, 
These bittersweet memories I cannot forget.

I stood by the shore and stared at the waves, 
Knowing each of them was a sailor's grave. 
And aching every time I saw a returning sail, 
Knowing none of them belonged to my man.

And the years have passed and my beauty has passed, 
And I don’t have the courage for any other man
I’m just that crone on the shore that people pass  by, 
And  I’m too old for any other man.
(Interlude)

And the years have passed and my beauty has passed, 
And I will never want any other man
I’m just the crone on the shore and people pass me by
And in my heart, you’re still the only man.

And one day a wave will break at my feet
Carry me to the ocean, and there we will meet
Amongst the currents and the seaweed I will find my crown
I will be your queen again, in my love you will drown

The Crone

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

Video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmfqkUMyXVA

This is one of the first song that I wrote, I completely changed the instruments. The first version is on youtube, but I might delete it soon  https://youtu.be/K7hHI2xk2OA

Lyrics: 

The rain wouldn’t stop from falling  today
Forming small puddles on the sidewalk that caught my reflection  
I saw many of me there scattered on the ground
But all around, there was none of you to be found

So I wrote you this letter Diane

The dirty streets of my hometown seem even gloomier today
And your absence makes me feel 
Even worse than yesterday

I’m drinking too much coffee 
Smoking too many cigarettes 
I’m thinking about you all the time 
Nothing I can do puts my mind to rest
I’ll see you there I’ll find you there In this kingdom by the sea

Diane, you left me hanging there 
Alone and all I’ve got left is my despair 
And a bitter taste in my mouth 
When I see your pictures everywhere
This place feels so cold, it’s no home there 
The warmth was you and now it’s just freezing in hell 
And me, I’m just hanging by a thread 
Cause love is gone and you are gone, Diane

I’ll see you there, 
I'll meet you there 
I’ll find you there 
In this kingdom by the sea

Diane

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

This is a song about Casey. There are many songs about Casey, but they are not all about this Casey. This Casey is a twat... He might be the same Casey as in Kris Kristofferson's song "Casey's last ride", but that still has to be confirmed. Please do not feel sad about Casey.

This one is quite similar to the demo, the main changes are the drums and the intro... and a mix that works

LYRICS:

There’s a story I’d like to share with you tonight
It’s a story about Casey and it’s a story that’s half sad
The half that is sad is Casey, cause Casey is sad
But I have little love for Casey, you should make up your own mind

Casey pushed his beer over the counter
He stood up and rested his hands on the cool copper
Sled a quarter over to the barman
And waved a silent goodbye to nobody

He walked to his old car across the corner, Got inside
and let the smell of worn damp leather take over
His thoughts
And make him forget how his life
Took the wrong turn

Casey is sad
Casey you’re driving
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying

Casey got back home to his tired couch
Dropped his coat on the floor uncapped a warm beer /
on the table And every silence told him
aboute a love that disowned

Buy Casey knows he’s never done nothing wrong
In fact he ’s always been doing the same thing all along
And sometimes yes sometimes
he cared and listened

Poor Casey knows that he’ll die alone on this dirty couch
Between the remnants of empty bottles and pizza boxes
And the fading memories of his normal life
Like old photographs pinned on the wall

Casey you’re crying
Casey you’re crying
You’re crying

Casey is sad
Casey is crying
Casey is sad

Casey Is Sad

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

This Baron is not the son of the devil, he is the devil himself

Reviewed piano and vocals, doubled the double bass, good to go!

Lyrics:
I was walking in the streets of this empty town
Staying in the shadows, my feet close  to the ground
I couldn’t hear any of the city’s usual sounds
Only a faint whispering carried by the winds

I followed the strange murmur through the city’s dark mazes
I didn’t cross any living soul in these dead empty spaces
I was drawn by a rotten stench coming from nearby
And then I saw him cross the street with his clutch and his glass eye

I tried to turn around, he was already there 
He stared into my eyes said « Mon nom est Cimetière »
Tu étais à la terre, et tu reviens à la terre
Tu appartiens à Samedi

Some have angels by their side, I have the devil in my back
A devil with a yellow grin; a devil dressed in rags
A man of thousand faces with the breath of thousand corpses
And this moment I knew he would never let me out

I gave my life to Cimetière
I gave my life to Cimetière
I gave my life to Cimetière
I gave my life to Cimetière

Le Baron

MIXING AND MASTERING IS FRUSTRATING. THAT'S WHAT I DO WHEN I GET FRUSTRATED. SEE? THE MIX IS RIGHT!!!

Luang Prabang (Dave van Ronk cover)

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

A gritty little love song written by a sad bitter man

Sailors

I am looking at them smiling and I listen to their lies
An I see through their blatant hypocrisy
But I see others listening, to their constant flow of hate
And I know this hate will end up killing me

So I’d rather be a sailor
And I’d rather die in the sea
Yes I’d rather be a sailor
If this world turns away from me

And I’m looking at these people walking in the street,
None of them are bad but none of them makes good
None of them take decisions all of them act as muttons
And they all say it’s ‘cause of society

And I’d rather be a sailor
I ‘d rather drown in the sea
Then drown below this sea of faces
Where no one has love for me

And then I see you across the room And you’re looking at the horizon
And you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen
And. I don’t deserve your love, I don’t deserve your patience
Cause I have to say that I’m poor company

That I’d rather be a sailor
That I’d rather leave to the sea
That I’d rather be a sailor
If only you’d come with me

We might as well be sailors
We might as well live on the sea
We might as well turn from this land
That wasn’t made for you and me

If you do a murder ballad, you have to do it to the end. Raw and unfinished for the moment :)

Lyrics:
Lalalalala Young Matthew was singing
Out in the fields on this beautiful morning
He was crouching on the ground in the back of the shed
That was when Ian’s sickle landed into his head

Oh God cried Ian, as he fell to his knees
This was all an accident and I’m begging Lord please
Don’t let anyone tell his family
And He shoved Matthew’s poor corpse under a tree
      
Old Natty Mac Bride was having a fine day
Til’ she found her son’s body and the two parts of his head
And  when 1she caught a glimpse of  Ian running on the hill
She made a vow of revenge and decided to kill

Natty McBride, full of rage and confusion
Ran to the next house with a knife in her hand
And the young girl that was unfortunate enough to be there
Ended up her poor life nailed at the top of the stairs

Revenge breeds revenge and it’s as blind as it gets
But not as blind as Natty, who was as blind as a bat
The house that sgha attacked was not Ian’s at all
And the price of her error was soon to befall.

Old Natty was first, and then others fell fast,
It’s quite amusing that Matthew stood last
And his demise was the end of the town of Turnstead
As there was no one left to bury the dead

The Sickle (demo)

Hank Williams - I'm so lonesome I could cry

STEPPENWÖLFE

J’étais allongé dans ce jardin,
Nu sous les saules et les peupliers
J’étais un homme avant d’y entrer
Et puis j’ai tout oublié
J’étais allongé dans ce jardin
Et je t’attendais


I was lying in this garden,
Naked under the willows and the poplar trees
I was a man before I came there
But all of this I have forgotten 
I was lying in this garden
And I was waiting for you

LE JARDIN

MAGMA CREATURES

This song is boastful, emphatic and sometimes quite ridiculous. Like a white savior. Like all these guys who think they will change the world with their blocklists and their moral superiority. Needless to say, this is not an endorsement.

WHITE SAVIOR

I write and I sing, mostly folk and rock. My first EP is available on all platforms: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

If you want to chat, I'm on bluesky most of the time, there's a very nice musician community over there.

Open for collabs, don't hesitate to reach me by DM if you need a voice on the lower ends :)

Antoine Guigan

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