Edge Of The World

Before We ever touch

Italie

Les Field - Hold On to Me

Dont Think Thrice

holiday song for the perpetually nostalgic

I Dont Feel The Magic Anymore

Two-Stepping Into My Heart

JPEMVM - MAVI, bleu (maquette)

VERSE 1
He used to bark from a TV stage,
“Sleepy Joe’s too old for the age!”
Mocked the man for a softer tone,
Said, “That guy should head back home.”
Crowds went wild, he wore that grin,
Like irony would never set in…
But turns out fate can read a thread —
Now he’s noddin’ off mid-Zoom instead.

🎶 
CHORUS
Dowser — dreamin’ while the cameras roll,
Dowser — slumped like a used punch bowl,
Called Joe sleepy? Now the meme’s reversed —
‘Cause Dowser’s out here snorin’ first.
Time don’t tweet, but it sure keeps track…
And the nap strikes back.

🪕 
VERSE 2
He called Joe’s walk a “shuffle show,”
Said, “He can’t even tie a bow.”
“Low energy,” he’d always jeer,
As if Red Bull ran the year.
But watch him at the NATO mic —
Eyes like shutters, timing’s tight.
Sleep don’t care what party’s in —
It’ll grab your eyelids, thick or thin.

🎶 
CHORUS 2
Dowser — drifting through a border brief,
Dowser — like he’s counting sheep,
Used to brag he’d never tire —
Now he’s the one who’s lost the wire.
He sold that “vital spark” in stacks…
But the nap strikes back.

🎤 
BRIDGE
 
(spoken, with twang)
They said, “You mocked him for naps and age…”
He said, “Fake news! Turn the page.”
Then blinked real slow, mid-reply —
And let out a sigh you could practically ride.

🪕 
VERSE 3
He once claimed strength was in the stance,
Said “Sleepy leaders miss their chance.”
But cameras zoomed — what did they find?
A man half-gone, half outta time.
Now headlines echo with his phrase,
But the joke’s been flipped in a thousand ways.
Even Joe cracked with a grin so sly:
“Guess the nickname wasn’t mine.”

🎶 
FINAL CHORUS
Dowser — stuck in a sleepy loop,
Dowser — head-down in the briefing group,
Life don’t need a clever script —
Sometimes it just lets the eyelids slip.
No need to mock or counterattack…
‘Cause the nap strikes back.

💤 
OUTRO
 
(spoken, quiet, as music fades)
First they laughed at Sleepy Joe…
Now Sleepy Joe’s just watchin’ the show.
History don’t clap — it yawns…
and moves on.

[VERSE 1]
He used to bark from a TV stage,
"Sleepy Joe’s too old for the age!"
Mocked the man for a softer tone,
Said, "That guy should head back home."
Crowds went wild, he wore that grin,
Like irony would never set in…
But turns out fate can read a thread —
Now he’s noddin’ off mid-Zoom instead.

[CHORUS]
Dowser — dreamin’ while the cameras roll,
Dowser — slumped like a used punch bowl,
Called Joe sleepy? Now the meme’s reversed —
’Cause Dowser’s out here snorin’ first.
Time don’t tweet, but it sure keeps track…
And the nap strikes back.

[VERSE 2]
He called Joe’s walk a "shuffle show,"
Said, "He can’t even tie a bow."
"Low energy," he’d always jeer,
As if Red Bull ran the year.
But watch him at the NATO mic —
Eyes like shutters, timing’s tight.
Sleep don’t care what party’s in —
It’ll grab your eyelids, thick or thin.

[CHORUS 2]
Dowser — drifting through a border brief,
Dowser — like he’s counting sheep,
Used to brag he’d never tire —
Now he’s the one who’s lost the wire.
He sold that "vital spark" in stacks…
But the nap strikes back.

[BRIDGE – spoken, with twang]
[They said, "You mocked him for naps and age…"]
[He said, "Fake news! Turn the page."]
[Then blinked real slow, mid-reply —]
[And let out a sigh you could practically ride.]

[VERSE 3]
He once claimed strength was in the stance,
Said "Sleepy leaders miss their chance."
But cameras zoomed — what did they find?
A man half-gone, half outta time.
Now headlines echo with his phrase,
But the joke’s been flipped in a thousand ways.
Even Joe cracked with a grin so sly:
"Guess the nickname wasn’t mine."

[FINAL CHORUS]
Dowser — stuck in a sleepy loop,
Dowser — head-down in the briefing group,
Life don’t need a clever script —
Sometimes it just lets the eyelids slip.
No need to mock or counterattack…
’Cause the nap strikes back.

[OUTRO – spoken, quiet, as music fades]
First they laughed at Sleepy Joe…
Now Sleepy Joe’s just watchin’ the show.
[History don’t clap — it yawns…
and moves on.

Dozer

Cinematic country‑rock anthem wrapped in hunting realism and the quiet grit of sunrise. You’re describing mornings in the stand, tracking that buck as the first light hits the fields, nights spent beneath the stars, solitude without the buckle‑bunny drama. Musically, this lends itself beautifully to an earthy Southern groove: steady drums echoing heartbeat anticipation, thumping bass evoking boot steps in mud, electric slide guitar that glows like dawn over the tree line, and a vocal delivery full of grounded pride

Pearl River Reflections

“Oxford Revisited” is a chamber-folk narrative told across eight hours of a 20-year reunion at New College, Oxford. It’s the sound of returning to the architecture of your youth and discovering the internal rooms you’ve locked or forgotten. Over fingerpicked guitar, warm cello, and soft glitch textures, the album follows a 40-year-old protagonist as he retraces the pathways of his first independence—old staircases, renovated bars, candlelit halls—meeting the ghosts of who he was.

Across the evening he reconnects with Anna, a woman whose life was transformed by a book he wrote in his twenties. Her gratitude destabilises him at first; he barely recognises the idealistic version of himself she quotes back. But as the night deepens—from laughter with first-year neighbours to the humbling sobriety of an alumni football match—he begins to warm to the idea that the artist he used to be isn’t gone, just quiet.

By midnight, standing on the Mound beneath the warm lamps and cool air, he accepts a truth he’s avoided: growing up didn’t erase the creative self—it only buried it under routine. Anna didn’t come to remind him of the past; she came to return him to himself.

This is an album about memory, drift, courage, and the dignity of beginning again. Not nostalgia—recognition.

Before We ever touch

Zebro