Paroles

Ouais c'est samedi soir 
On va sortir  de nos campagnes 
On irait bien au greasy spoon 
Sans qu'on nous dise cassez pas les couilles.
On a lavé nos bagnoles et nos pompes.
Cheveux ultra brillants et jeans serrés.
Que vouloir de plus.
Si vous ne voulez pas de nous on vous cassera la gueule sur le comptoir.
Ouais. ouais 

C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 
C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 

C'est toujours ouvert pour les pouilleux 
C'est toujours là où vont les craignos 
C'est toujours ouvert pour les teigneux 
C'est toujours là où vont les crados 
C'est le rendez-vous des raclos 
 Seul endroit où tu vois tes potos 
C'est toujours ouvert c'est comme un bistrot 
C'est toujours ouvert.
C'est toujours ouvert.
Ça se passe comme ça au greasy spoon
Ça se passe comme ça.
J'suis encore défoncé au greasy spoon 
Et c'est comme ça.

Greasy Spoon

Au greasy spoon

Au Greasy Spoon

"Still Blues" (Jack Miller)
J Dulva
(c) 2023 Cenote Music

Still Blues

Climbing up the ladder
Preparing for the slaughter
Diving Head first
Into a pool without water

Overworked
Inebriated 
Corporate Drunks
Liquidated

We're gonna drink all night!
Let’s go to work!

The day begins
The shake begins
The torture chamber has been set
Dutiful in your cubicle 
Just enough work to get that check
You’re nothing but a number
And no one knows your name
Your a random and replaceable
Part in a rich man’s game

And the day goes on and on
Eight hours last forever
When will you drink again
Answer of course is never
You never ever get to leave

You’ll work yourself 
You’ll drink yourself 
You will work and drink yourself To death

Time to take a break!

Another cup of coffee 
To get you back up on your feet
Make another dollar for 
A man you’ll never meet
The 9 to 5 the daily grind
Gets in your skin like a syringe 
Absent of light, you’ll be alright
When you swim into your binge

And the day goes on and on
Eight hours last forever
When will you drink again
Answer of course is never
You never ever get to leave

You’ll work yourself 
You’ll drink yourself 
You will work and drink yourself To death
Clock the fuck out!

Overworked
Inebriated 
Corporate Drunks
Liquidated

I just got another raise
So I buy another round
Got the company credit card
Let's burn this fucker to the ground

We're gonna drink all night
And then we'll get some food

Corporate Drunks

This song is about the illusion of 'maya', aka the 'simulation', and about how only divine love or 'bhakti' can penetrate its veils or coding. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024, all rights reserved

Music by Paul Foss
Copyright © Paul Foss, May 2024, all rights reserved
Email: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Words:
You sent me the colours of a summer’s dawn 
On the morning of Solstice, last year. 
Wedding band gold and Bridie’s slipper pink,
Just one small, shy honeysuckle flower…
But it was enough to make your feelings clear. 

The bloom then faded, and it followed the Sun 
On its passage down to the Underworld, 
I looked every day, but no more have come. 
Yet your passion for me will last and last, 
For long after this life’s romance is done. 

You make love to me in every dimension, 
In every realm, but not, it seems, this one. 
I know you’re there, hiding in your creation 
Your love song, your maya simulation 
That masks you from the sight of my heart.
The juggler, the trickster, the mercurial mixer
Of this Venetian carnival’s Commedia Dell’arte. 

Sometimes you leave me tiny dew-drop diamonds 
To show you care, to show you’re really there 
In my night garden at dusk; then at midnight 
You come in my dreams to spirit me away
And up the stairway to paradise, 
To paradise … and your Divine Play.

Divine Commedia Dell'arte

Bow bow chicka ba bow ba bow wooo!
I cut it up and think about wooo!
We’ve got the thieves on the ground
Don’t know whats up so grab my instagram yeah,
Lets fuck down here
while were out here by the bend
In this shady grove
we’re making love forever til the end
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!
Youve got this down here my pretty little sugar
Ive got too much time on my hands
Got not much more time left
Got melons in my basket
Lets twist these little berries yeah baby!
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!
Lets Fuck down here
while were out here by the bend
In this shady grove we’re making love
forever til the end
Falling apples in the breeze
I am down upon my knees
Shes eating saskatoons
calling fourth the birds and bees.
Underneath the cherry trees
I will make her cherry bleed
Wild roses in her hair
Oh shit theres a bear.
Oh shit theres a bear,
Shes got roses in her hair
And the ankle underwear
And her ass is pretty bare
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!
Lets Fuck Down Here
While were out here by the bend
Picking up our cans so we don’t
Get in trouble again
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!

A Soo Wa Hum

Why Are You Always Hiding

Trazy Crain

This remastered album is the musical journey accompanying the harrowing events of Book 3 of "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land"), a poignant novel by Frank Talmon l'Armée. As the war closes in, the Feyerabend family, along with countless others, is forced to make the heart-wrenching decision to flee their beloved home in East Prussia. This collection of 16 tracks captures the emotional turmoil and the perilous journey that unfolds, painting a vivid sonic picture of a family caught in the midst of historical upheaval.

Book 3 plunges the listener into the chaos and fear of the final days of the war in East Prussia. The once-familiar streets of Danzig (now Gdańsk) become a haunting labyrinth of desperation and uncertainty as Inge and her family navigate the treacherous path to the harbor. The music reflects the growing tension, the ever-present threat, and the agonizing choices forced upon those seeking refuge. You will sense in the music the desperation of many refugees, but also their determination to survive.

The journey culminates in the boarding of the "Lappland," a vessel overflowing with refugees, all carrying their own stories of loss and hope. As the ship embarks across the vast and unforgiving Baltic Sea, the music evokes the vastness of the ocean, the precariousness of their situation, and the uncertain future that awaits them. You can hear in the sounds the inner turmoil of the characters: the children who do not yet fully comprehend what is happening and the adults who try to hold on to hope in the face of unimaginable fear.

From haunting melodies that echo the emptiness of a lost home to surging orchestrations that mirror the turbulent sea, this soundtrack captures the full spectrum of human emotion in times of war. Moments of quiet reflection are interspersed with powerful, driving rhythms, reflecting the resilience and determination of those who refuse to give up hope, although they know their lives will never be the same.

This musical collection offers a unique and immersive experience, drawing the listener deeper into the world of "Hinter uns das Land." It's a testament to the enduring power of family, the unwavering human spirit, and the search for peace amidst the ravages of war.

In the Shadow Of Hunger (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

The More I Think About It

alternative version of an older TOTHM track

2econd Skin - Signal Lost

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