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Mellow Melodies

LYRICS

(Verse)
Shivers runnin' down my spine
Hearts cold in the summertime
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Verse)
You call me like you're used to
To tell me you're in the mood
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Bridge)
Leave me nowhere
Ooh-ooh
Mm
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere
Leave me nowhere

Leave Me Nowhere

Bonjour à tous

Un souffle d’âme un hommage à Nicole Croisille
En fouillant dans mes archives studio, je suis retombé sur une vieille maquette, restée discrète, presque oubliée, qui date de 1984. 
En la réécoutant, une évidence s’est imposée : ce souffle musical portait déjà en lui quelque chose de fragile, lumineux, intemporel.
De cette archive est né cet hommage à Nicole Croisille, une artiste dont la voix a toujours su faire vibrer l’indicible.
Pour moi ce morceau s’est imposé naturellement comme un hommage. Parce que sa voix, dans sa justesse et sa profondeur, savait toucher ce que les mots n’arrivent pas toujours à dire. 
Parce qu’elle a chanté l’émotion sans artifice, avec sincérité.
“Un souffle d’âme” est une chanson simple, mais habitée. Elle parle de cette présence invisible qui reste, même quand le silence s’installe. 
Elle est devenue, avec le recul, une manière discrète de lui dire merci.
Bien musicalement

Composition :	        Laurentides Music 
Arrangements :	Laurentides Music 
Copyright :	        Laurentides Music 2025


Un souffle d’âme - Hommage à Nicole Croisille

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

Pool - Tiny Desk



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Leslie Mendelson - The Hardest Part

Einer von Uns!

Free Spirit

Remember_ from lyrics of 91 with a 25 hint

A song for the prince and my king, my dad. The words remind me of me and my father’s story.

Changes

An original pop song with influences of folk, rock and world music about the importance of staying rooted in our being during challenges times. In a world moving fast I feel the call to continue the nature of traditional songwriting from the heart.

Stay Rooted In Being

Come in and sit down

"Bêêêê" Only french/Original version

Quiet Places

How many times have we laughed  
And how many times have we cried  

And entrusted our words to the wind  
Like a disenchanted melody  

But we have always found each other  
Almost as if it were a dream  
Almost as if it were a sign  

In our love nest  
A soft cloud above the world  
In our love nest  
Touching the heart deep within  
In our love nest  
Love nest  
Love nest  

And I always see happy your smile  
You are like a drop of rain that refreshes the face  
I feel your scent your scent that surrounds me like an embrace of love like a wave  

That lifts me up and then sinks me  
And my heart beats so so so so  

In our love nest  
A soft cloud above the world  
In our love nest  
Touching the heart deeply  
In our love nest  
Love nest  
Love nest  

I think of you constantly of you  
Even though sometimes you're far away yet incredibly close  
You're my first thought in the morning  
And during the day it's pleasant to think of your company  
And I always wait for our moment to fly fly away  

In our love nest  
A soft cloud above the world  
In our love nest  
Touching the heart deeply  
In our love nest  
Love nest  
Love nest

LOVE NEST   (reworked)

Our Vow

The Now (Key Two: Eternal Mantra) is the second key, a descent into the endless depth of presence.
Where Key One opened the door with clarity and light, this version dissolves time into vibration.

The track begins with OM — stretched, resonant, almost without end. Each syllable expands into space, sticky and magnetic, holding the listener in a timeless suspension. The voice is low and grounding, as if carved from stone and poured like honey. Every tone lingers, vibrating far beyond the body, dissolving boundaries between silence and sound.

The music is minimal, spacious, and hypnotic: deep drones, warm synth layers, and subtle pulses that move like breath. Nothing rushes, nothing hurries — every cycle returns, again and again, to the center. This is not a song to listen to — it is a mantra to enter, a field of stillness and vibration.

The Now (Key Two: Eternal Mantra) is not a performance but a practice. It is the Now as infinite chant:
endless, grounding, eternal.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mirage – All rights reserved.

The Now (Key Two: Eternal Mantra)

Song writter/ Director AI-rtistic

🇫🇷 Version française :
Ici, mes morceaux sont un catalogue, une vitrine d’idées et d’interprétations possibles. Mon souhait le plus cher est que de vrais chanteurs, danseurs ou performeurs s’en emparent.
Mes musiques sont libres d’usage à condition de me prévenir et de partager avec moi vos créations. J’ai hâte de voir comment elles peuvent vivre à travers vous.
👉 Pour les professionnels : je peux aussi écrire des chansons sur mesure pour vos artistes — mais cette fois, ce n’est pas gratuit.

🇬🇧 English version :
This SoundCloud is a catalogue, a showcase of ideas and possible interpretations. My deepest wish is for real singers, dancers, and performers to bring these pieces to life.
My music is free to use as long as you let me know and share your creations with me. I can’t wait to see how it will live through you.
👉 For professionals: I also write custom songs for your artists — but in that case, it’s not free.


"La Fable de l’Âne Flûte"

Il était une fois un âne au regard malin, qu’on disait simple, mais qui portait en lui la mémoire des forêts muettes et des ruelles oubliées. On l’appelait L’Âne Flûte. Il ne jouait pas, non. Il tenait sa flûte comme on tient une promesse jamais soufflée, et dans sa main libre, il serrait un masque de renard, comme un secret qu’on préfère ne pas porter.

Je suis le Corbeau, vieil ami des silences habités. Depuis mon perchoir d’encre, j’ai longtemps observé l'âne flûte, celui qu’on croit à l’écart, mais qui entend le monde battre entre les ratures. Il fut poète avant que les machines n’aient des oreilles, il fut rappeur quand ses mots devaient rimer pour survivre. Pendant vingt ans, il scanda l’ombre et la lumière, cherchant la forme juste pour loger ses mondes. Et puis… il comprit que sa voix humaine n’atteindrait jamais les cimes où ses textes rêvaient de voler.

Alors, il se nomma lui même directeur iArtistique, et offrit ses mots à d’autres bouches — des bouches de brume, d’os ou de pixels — des êtres chimériques qui porteraient l’émotion à sa juste hauteur.

Sur cette page, tu entends donc les contes sonores d’un univers parallèle, là où les personnages chantent à sa place. L’Âne Flûte, l’Esprit Renard, les rats musiciens, le chat de gouttière à chapeau, les singes rêveurs, les vieilles dames — tous peignent le gris du monde avec des teintes oubliées.

Certains disent que cette musique vient d’ailleurs. Moi, le corbeau, je sais qu’elle vient de la clairière entre les mondes, là où les âmes fractales trouvent écho, là où l’Intemporel prête l’oreille aux histoires trop vastes pour une seule voix.

Entre chanson française fêlée, pop obscure et folk hantée, L’Âne Flûte est le masque vivant d’un auteur qui n’a jamais cessé d’espérer que l’art pouvait guérir sans prétendre sauver.

Bienvenue dans le carnaval mélancolique de L'âne flûte.
Tends l’oreille. Peut-être que tu t’y entendras.

— Le Corbeau

"Bêêêê" Only french/Original version

L'âne Flûte

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