Summer 2025

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...whatever you like, play a vinyl, read a book
......why not

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08-04-25, 5:00 AM // Sunday, Church Time - beach, forrest

Axel Menningen

Illos

Ib   136

Copy of Len Bennati FM Folk

Copy of Damian Smith & The Journeymen

Copy of Your Mix 1

we can get distracted by flashing lights,spectacular presentations,glitz and glamor ...It is important to seek out things/people/leaders with real qualities not false promises and slick pandering
lyrics

giant rosebush blood red bright
lilac tree deep purple delight
spectacular to see for sure
but what interests me the more
are the tiny flowers that you see
growing in the grass singly
not loud not bold not flashy not sassy
It doesn't take much to make them happy

flashy dresser latest styles
manicured nails and botox  smile
glitters in the dim daylight
attracting many to his site
but what I want, what I seek
is not someone that just throws off heat
but instead is simply warm inside
who doesn't need glitz and glitter
to be satisfied

like a moth drawn to a light
we often seek the cheap delight
and gather around in mindless worship
of something that it truly worthless
so when you choose a light to follow
be sure its source is not bare and hollow

choose wisely

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

The only bomb that should be acceptable to mankind.

"Sex Bomb" is a song by Welsh singer Tom Jones (you probably waited for this ;)). Performed in collaboration with German DJ and producer Mousse T., it was released in November 1999 on Jones' 34th album "Reload".

Guitar by my son Gideon.
We hope you'll enjoy the show.



Sex Bomb (Tom Jones / Mousse T. - Giddy & Rob Jam)

Yecidera Ondiver

Basic track by Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/turn-of-time-open-collab-offer
joerxworx: alto saxophone, final mix & mastering

Turn of Time by Paploviante // sax remix

Lyrics: Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia de Breij)

Als de oorlog komt, En als ik dan moet schuilen, Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt, Waar ik niet bij wil horen,Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt, Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan, Mag ik dan bij jou? En als ik iets moet zijn, Wat ik nooit geweest ben Mag ik dan bij jou?

(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het onweer komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de avond valt, En 't is mij te donker, Mag ik dan bij jou? ls de lente komt, En als ik dan verliefd ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de liefde komt, En ik weet het zeker, Mag ik dan bij jou?
(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
 
Als het einde komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als het einde komt, En als ik dan alleen ben, Mag ik dan bij jou?

Translation: When the war comes, And if I have to hide; Can I come to you then? If there is a club, That I don't want to belong to, Can I come to you then? If there is a rule, Which I cannot comply with, Can I come to you then?And if I have to be something, Which I've never been, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else? And if I have to cry; Will you dry my tears then? 
Chorus;
Because if I can be with you, You can always be with me  Come whenever you want, I'll save a room for you, When the storm comesAnd when I'm scared; Can I come to you then?
When night falls, And it's too dark for me, Can I come to you then? When spring comes, And when I'm in love, Can I come to you then? When love comes, And I'm sure, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else?And if I have to cry Will you dry my tears then?
Chorus;  Because if I can be with you,…L.
When the end comes, And when I'm scared, Can I come to you then? When the end comes
And when I'm alone Can I come to you then?

Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia De Breij)

Onwards

An original song dedicated to my parents. I grew up in a small town in the Allegheny mountains of western Pennsylvania. This tune is a remixed version of the original.

Lyrics:

Sam and Rose, from the Allegheny Mountains
Their love was as deep as the river streams
Lived In the old red house on George Street
With their three sons they dreamed

Through the seasons, they weathered the years
Their bond unbreakable, crystal clear
In the quiet of the night, under starlit skies
Until the end their love shined bright

Mountain love, strong and true
In the heart of those two
Through the storms and the rain
Their love in eternity remains

In the western hills of Pennsylvania
Their love was like a melody
Sung by the wind and the trees
Together forever and free

Mom and Dad, in the big old red house
Their love a beacon in the night
In the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania
Their story of eternal love forever bright

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk Copyright 2024
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea 2025
Image: Copilot

Sam and Rose

Special thanks to Cecilia for her a cappella ...of which I modified the tone in order to fit perfectly with my arrangement and atmosphere

EQUALITY FOR ALL.  🎧

dette er en selvbiografisk melankolsk sang der handler om at se tilbage og tænke over tilværelsen.

This is an autobiographical melancholic song about looking back and reflecting on life.

Tusind veje Hjem

“I Wish (I Was Like You)” is an emotional song about longing, self-denial, and the fear of hurting those we care about — wrapped in a dark, poetic vampire metaphor.

I love exploring different genres and diving into new musical worlds — and right now, it's musical theatre that's calling me.

This song is part of a musical project in collaboration with Sarah Paradise Brown, centered around themes of inner conflict, unfulfilled love, and the tension between light and darkness.

A new song with Sarah is already in the works — and there may be more to come as we continue to unfold this mysterious chapter.

Lyrics / Music / Vocals: 
Axel Menningen



"I wish (I was like you)"

You wake up with the sun in your eyes.
You breathe like nothing hurts.
You laugh like life is simple.
I watch you from the dark.

I try to move like you.
To speak like you.
But my steps are too heavy.
And something inside me always pulls me back.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I didn't want what I want.
I wish I could be close
without the fear,
without the hunger.
But I can't.

You hold my hand like it's safe.
You look at me like I'm still human.
And for a moment,
I almost believe it.

But the night speaks to me.
It whispers what I am.
And the blood calls louder
than your voice ever could.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I didn't want what I want.
I wish I could be close
without the fear,
without the hunger.
But I can't.

I don't want to hurt you.
I don't want to lose myself.
But if I choose you,
I lose what keeps me alive.

I wish I was like you.
I wish I could just love.
But I'm built for hunger,
not for peace.
Not for love.
Not like you.

I Wish (I Was Like You)

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Drown

Foujita          ( translated after French Text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/wG4DmzweoTE

Texte :             Philippe J.  (@PhilippeJ.)
Chant :            Delphine     (@Ze Delph )
Musique : Alain Illos
e vous attends ici comme je vous sais là-bas
Et déjà de Paris si loin des embarras
Vous nous avez quittés mais vous n’avez pas fuit
Je vous sais étranger à tout ce qui ennuie
(Seulement) À tout ce qui ce qui ennuie
Foujita
Dans ce café maté ou s’entassent nos vies
Amère destiné qu’un passé déconfit
Je les vois défiler ces années, Ho chat oui !
Et si désemparée, je vous cherche, Dandy
Où sont passés Soutine et Modigliani ?
Que nous dit Picasso, loin de l’académie ?
Quand Zadkine est parti vivre aux États-Unis
Vous peignez loin d’ici mon portrait alangui
Mais moi je suis restée dans le vieux Montparnasse
Mon regard décalé s’embue et je me glace
Je voudrais présager votre retour en grâce
Léonard, Léonard, mon ami
Aussi je vous écrit Foujita aux traits fins
Aux blancs évaporés, aux gris évanescents
Et je m’évanouis lorsqu’en y repensant
Je fonds et me répands aux lits de vos glacis
Merci à vous Fuji, ô parure de mode
Homme déraciné, d’un monde qui désaccorde
Épris de liberté comme des anciens codes
Pour ce portrait léger, je vous le dis, merci

I wait for you here as I know you are there
And already so far from Paris and its troubles
You left us, but you did not flee
I know you are a stranger to everything that bores
(Only) to everything that bores
Foujita
In this dark café where our lives are crammed together
Bitter fate, a ruined past
I see those years go by, oh yes!
And so distraught, I search for you, Dandy
Where have Soutine and Modigliani gone?
What does Picasso tell us, far from the academy?
When Zadkine left to live in the United States
You paint my languid portrait far from here
But I stayed in old Montparnasse
My offbeat gaze clouds over and I freeze
I would like to predict your return to grace
Leonard, Leonard, my friend
So I write to you, Foujita, with fine lines
With evaporated whites and evanescent grays
And I faint when I think back
I melt and spread across the beds of your glazes
Thank you, Fuji, oh fashion adornment
Uprooted man, from a world out of tune
Enamored of freedom like the ancient codes
For this light portrait, I say to you, thank you

Foujita  avec Delphine

lyrics

Miami is calling my name
My summer mind, my summer brain
Drinks are on me
Step into the sea

Neon Daze 
Neon Daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze

Bartender make me a drink
One that makes me forget how to think
white sands all around
I love this neon town

Neon daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze
Neon Daze

neon daze

link to ai detection software..(using ai is an ongoing debate, but fooling other vocalists into collabs with ai vocals needs to be called out)
beware of CYFR 360 and crew
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Karma wears an orange jumpsuit

The inkling of Love

link to ai detection software..(using ai is an ongoing debate, but fooling other vocalists into collabs with ai vocals needs to be called out)
beware of CYFR 360, Vickstix and their cohort Rock Izy
https://www.submithub.com/ai-song-checker?id=0b8784f1368e3eb1

without a care

Remix of a Romeo void song never say never

I Might Like You

Loopdiggers Sunday roulette #213! Long story short. Made a song about ahuacatls. When life gives you ahuacatls. You rub them and make a guacamole 🥑 

Avacados
Are great yeah
Not talkin tomatoes
Or potatoes 
Definados
Slightly out of tune
Got to zoom to the moon 
Like Alice on a broom 
Up down round and round 
Bi noculus 
Double-vision caught my eye
Feeling kinda fly
Just take to the sky 
Oblong sing a long song 
About avacados
Is it wrong?
Holy guacamole!
Don’t be such a troll ee 
Teweedle dee la da da
A doddle dee
Ta uhn ta ta ta 
Avacoados 

Got a hole in my soul
About to take its toll
Gonna set it on fire
Gonna stop drop and roll
Take a rescue breath
It’s keeping me from death
Knocking on my door like every single day
GO AWAY!
Come again some other way
I’m ready to play and sway
Into my dismay
Looked in my tray
All I got left is 
Avacados. 
Avacados.

ahuacatls

Written by Damian Smith & Mack Reynolds
Produced by Robert Ruby
Vocals by Vixie Fox

Fault Lines

THE KNIGHT AND THE DAMSEL

The city skyline is my castle wall
The freeway's roar, a dragon's call
I ride the concrete in this rusted steel
Chasing a ghost I know was real

I saw your face in a crowded train
A flash of light, a sudden rain
But the doors they closed, the moment passed
An echo of a love that's meant to last

And it's an impossible love, a never-ending night
You're a damsel in a penthouse, burning ever-bright
I'm a knight in faded denim on a downtown street
A love we can't surrender, a vow we can't complete

I won't forget you, you won't forget me
For all eternity...

You're in a tower of glass and chrome
A different world you call your home
I see your light on the thirty-first floor
A lonely star I'm searching for

I could send a text, a hopeless please
But some doors are locked for a man like me
So I just stand guard in the neon glow
The only kind of knight you'll never know

And it's an impossible love, a never-ending night
You're a damsel in a penthouse, burning ever-bright
I'm a knight in faded denim on a downtown street
A love we can't surrender, a vow we can't complete

I won't forget you, you won't forget me 
For all eternity...

Maybe in another life, another age
We'd turn the final page
On a storybook of silver and of gold
But here and now, the tale is told
In silent glances, stolen sights
Across the divide of endless nights
This love's not broken, it's not undone
It's a battle that can never be won... or lost.

This IMPOSSIBLE LOVE! This never-ending night!
You're MY damsel in that penthouse, burning ever-bright!
I'm your knight on this asphalt, on this lonely street!
This love we can't surrender, this vow we can't complete!

I WON'T forget you! You WON'T forget me!
For all eternity!

Eternity...

Ephemeral horizons

The knight and the damsel

Original https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/chemicals 
Music and Lyrics by @nova-j-49914957
Additional sadness and lack of drums by me.
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Lyrics:

Sitting in a circle on a basement floor
Sharing bottles, chasing something we can’t name anymore
The lawyer’s still in his tie, but he’s losing his home
Dealer’s got the power now, and he won’t let it go

He looks so calm with the smoke around his head
Like he found peace, but I know his dreams are dead

And he keeps talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re saving him
But I can see the writing on the wall
It’s critical, it’s pitiful
The way we fall for chemicals

I took a ride on a ship too far from land
Bought my comfort in a hallway with a shaky hand
Flashing lights and bodies pressing, but I felt the sea
Rising in my bloodstream, dragging under me

I woke up in a cabin, faces I don’t know
The story never changes, just the cast in the show

And I keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re healing me
But it’s a carousel I can’t get off
It’s cynical, it’s biblical
The way I pray to chemicals

I watched a friend turn blue on a hotel floor
Two strangers stepped around and out the door
I swore I’d never be the one to meet that fate
But here I am, still bargaining with chemicals again

And we keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re heaven-sent
But the spiral always feels unstoppable
It’s beautiful, it’s terrible
The way we worship chemicals
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Original: https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/chemicals

Chemicals (Cover) by Nova J

QUE FONT NOS DIRIGEANTS

A euphoric New Age EDM journey into the outer body experience — floating beyond time, dissolving into light, and awakening in infinite sound. Pulsing synths, cosmic pads, and an ethereal female vocal take you higher into the astral plane.

For euphoric and cosmic journeys — great fit for Astral Beats, Dreamstate, Uplifting Trance, and Galactic EDM.

Astral

Timothy Gaye - Giving good lovin'

Another remixed obstacle in the path of the obsessive.

The Only Dub In Heaven (A TruStyle Reversion)

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Hold onto your dance shoes, because Yogi's back in the booth with a remix that's pure dancefloor dynamite. The wizardry behind Random Soul's grooviest cuts, he's flipping "Mesmerizing" into a chunky house masterpiece. Yogi's remix oozes boogie with disco flavours, the kind that get you moving no matter how tired your feet are from last night's session.

Yogi brings everything but the kitchen sink to this remix. A silky guitar-driven groove, shimmering synths, and a boogie bassline that twists the crowd into blissful knots. This one’s not just for the afters; it’s built for maximum warehouse damage and late-night lounge sessions. Whether you’re vibing at an East Berlin sweatbox or catching the sunset at a rooftop shindig, this track fits right in.

2025 is shaping up nicely for Random Soul. As the 6th single from their "Stronger" album, every one of their releases is making waves, charting inside the ARIA Club Chart Top 25. Yogi’s remix isn't just a feel-good banger; it’s a testament to their unstoppable groove.

Don't sleep on this one. Grab "Mesmerizing (Yogi’s Remix)" on Random Soul Recordings from Beatport and let it soundtrack your next night out. 

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Random Soul - Mesmerizing (Yogi Extended) [Random Soul Recordings]

Positive energy for today

A new song......My story of my school years. I was generally happy in my life through grade three. But then came the 4th grade. Glasses provided some visual clarity , but what came with it ...the name calling ,bullying off and on through high school. Anxiety, introversion and shyness would be my shadows throughout. The chorus are thoughts which ruminated in my mind through high school graduation.My life did  not begin to turn around in a positive way until my first job then junior college. Music helped me along the way and has been a positive , driving force in my life until this day.

Lyrics:

My early story is a question to ponder 
Why am I here? What is this life?
Born in the year nineteen hundred and fifty-six
A small baby, held warmly in the kitchen light
I saw happy faces, they were mom and dad
A house full of laughter, a cradle of what I had
Toys on the floor, summers that felt like gold
A little world of comfort where the future hadn’t been told

At five I began school with new clothes and shoes
Learning to count, learning to sing the rules
Everyone smiling, other children’s hands to take
Recess like heaven, every friendship is at stake
Three years rolled on and more games to play
Little victories stack up day by day
There was a promise in pencils and in rhyme
I felt the world was steady in this careful time

Why am I here, with the sun on my skin?
What is this life, where do I begin?
Fifty-six questions humming softly in my mind
I’m looking for answers, just passing the time
Why am I here, when does this road unfold?
Born with a story, with hands to hold

Then grade four came in like a shorthand storm
Anxiety crept where the sunlight was warm
I couldn’t see the distance, the letters blurred and spun
My chest filled with questions I could not outrun
My teacher glanced over, eyes soft and kind
I sat in the back, quiet, with a restless mind
Not learning at the pace, the others seemed to keep
Just a kid with a secret, and the hurt buried deep


Then came the discovery, what a joy to see
Glass on my face and the world came free
Suddenly the print was a mountain I could climb
Colors had edges, and the clock kept time
But joy can be sudden and delicate as glass
“Hey four eyes”, the cruel words came to pass
Those years got lonelier, laughter thinned to gray
Anxiety and stress came quietly to stay
                                                                 
My first love was sweet and new
Playing games with a shy smile and trembling view
Learning became a ladder with some rungs too far
Teachers leaned in, tried to patch every scar
They noticed the lag, and called me aside
Offering extra patience, they walked me through the tide
Joined another class where the pace was kind
Holding on to something that I couldn’t find

I learned about courage in the classroom’s ordinary light
How to be small and still stand up in the night
Warm and loving family, their voices a thread
Holding up the questions that circled in my head
I practiced my letters like prayers to a door
Hoping each stroke would open something more
The world was both gentle and sharp with its knife
And every small survival felt like life

Now when I look back at that little room of toys
At the small boy learning how to love and make noise
I keep asking the questions, not always to solve
But to let the mysteries gently evolve
Why am I here?  Maybe to keep asking still
To meet the next sunrise on the top of a hill
Born in nineteen fifty-six, I carry the light
Fifty-six questions, and a will to write.

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
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Fifty-Six Questions

suddenly

Message From God

The music video featuring this song is now available at YouTube:

https://youtu.be/IiVtELZRzgQ?si=rGXnh0R441foU5VH

Since growing up in an old neighborhood of Victorian homes, I’ve occasionally recalled one particular property at the end of our street that had fallen into disrepair. It was one of the biggest houses in the area and looked like it must have been quite the impressive home in its day. But my friends and I always imagined what horrified tales must lurk in those shadows. All these years later I can say that the house and property were completely replaced by modern, more cheerful condominiums, the rusty gates and wild overgrowth long gone. But I recall some of the history I learned about the once proud estate and felt it all made for great Halloween tale telling as Nat and I have tried to convey in this rockin’ trip into the dark and stormy night....

Written and performed by Daniels & Durgy
Produced by Nat Daniels of Gentle Rain Records
©2025 Daniels & Durgy

Lyrics: Thirteen Ravens

Dead of night, I’m walking home
The rain is beating down
I should have grabbed a cab before 
I left the pub in town

The sidewalks here on Franklin Hill
Uneven with despair
Lead me past the iron gates
The old stone mansion there

Behind the broken fences 
Overgrown with thorns
The thunder booms must fill the rooms
And stir the ghost that mourns 

He was a wealthy statesman
And this his grand estate
He had it all but shame did fall
Upon his final fate

Now all these decades later 
As the world just passes by
I stop to put my collar up
And hear an eerie cry

The mansion long abandoned 
There stands a silhouette
And on one bare limb of a tree
A dozen ravens sit

Above the broken gables
Circles one last mate
As if to warn that somewhere there
The old man lies in wait

Lightning cracks the darkness
The ravens scatter fly
They croak like deadly demons cast
Into the sullen sky

Thirteen ravens on their watch
To hold the blackened past
While crooked shutters hang upon 
Their secrets to the last

But I must pull away now
From this place where shadows dwell
Where thirteen ravens tell their tale 
And hold you in their spell

Thirteen ravens like a chain
Of nightmares in the rain

Thirteen Ravens

A new song for immigrants in all countries......  "I was a stranger and you welcomed me," in the Parable of the Sheep and the Goats (Matthew 25:35)

Lyrics:

Welcome the stranger
From immigrant lands
Seeking freedom from oppression 
In this land of dreams and opportunities 
Do you remember that time?

Welcome the stranger
Who does not look like you
But on the inside, we’re all just the same
Breathing and existing searching for a cause
That they can believe in

Welcome the stranger
Looking for a new home
To call their own
Complete with family and friends 
And of course, some children too

Welcome the stranger
With a language they call their own
Beautiful in every word 
They speak of their dreams 
In this strange but free land which once was

Welcome the stranger 
For they are in need
Of your compassion and understanding 
As they try to navigate 
In this land now filled with hate and anger

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Image: Непарадное в парадных Александр Стрелков

Welcome the Stranger

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

“What makes a song is the singer, while what makes a singer is their dedication to music and their inner feelings.”   Dimash Qudaibergen

I have enjoyed music for as long as I can remember and cannot remember a day of not either singing or listening to music. I am self-taught when it comes to playing guitar but what I most enjoy is singing which I have been doing since around age 18. Now retired singing and playing the guitar is now just a hobby and something I do to help pass the time. Have always  loved the sound of a Martin guitar. Currently been playing a Road Series DR S2 for about 6 years. Thanks for listening. I also enjoy discovering the sounds of other talented musicians and singers here on SoundCloud.