Written by William Levy and Joaquim Merran

William Levy & Joaquim Merran - Never Never Loved Anyone (The way that I am loving you today)

by William Geslin & Thomas Laroye feat William Levy
B.O. "Titoff déjà de retour"

RIP ME OUT feat William Levy - Soundtrack of "Titoff Déjà de retour"

Oui Alfred ©
WATCH : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VejusNbAiuw
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Mother-Of-Pearl

Mama Says, written by Oui Alfred © 
Recorded in Tel-Aviv  
Musical Production, Mix & Guitar by Omer Lempert
Musical Arrangement - Omer Lempert & Oui Alfred
Produced by Happy Tuesday
Art Work by Jules Viera
Photo by Leni Bolt

Vidéo Clip : youtu.be/9TACuyeDhTs

Mama Says

Short Movie by Oui Alfred & Jules Viera 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C25TyCDWmA&feature=em-upload_owner

' Un carrousel d'aôut
  En madite solitude
  Celle dont l'hôte redoute
  L'étrangère quiétude 

  Pas comme mes pairs
  En carrière des miracles.
  Grand-Pierre en débacle
  Modèle des cœurs ibères.

  A la lueur des résines 
  L'arche de marbre chancelle
  Cédant à la montée du sublime '


Musique
 Monolith Noir - Le saint Guidon
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Poème & Chant
 Oui Alfred

Court-métrage Amoeba, réalisé par Jules Viera & Oui Alfred: 
à suivre ...

Amoeba

Musique: Olivier Bonnard & Julien Poutchits
Poème /Chant: Oui Alfred
Production musicale/Chant: Anna SchuSchu

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/7OvpyKghKEM

Kurve

Cry My Heart Out, written by Oui Alfred © 
Recorded in Tel-Aviv 
Musical Production, Mix & Guitar by Omer Lempert
Musical Arrangement - Omer Lempert & Oui Alfred
Produced by Happy Tuesday
Photo by Alon Bar

Vidéo clip coming soon ...

Cry My Heart Out

'Je n'ai pas encore vu' written by Oui Alfred in San Francisco, winter 2018
Music & Backing vocals by Eyal Naim & Oui Alfred

ENGLISH TRANSLATION 

' I haven't seen yet

The joy of my father at the wedding of the imaginary worlds of Pan
A wind section that imitates the sail of a fantastic ship that nothing can guide

The flight of the blue skylight of Greenland
A porthole to the scarlet painted mouths and gorges 

A curtain rise to the glory of notions
A corner of Eldorado where the languages interact united for action

The esthete of another time who compares the arts in order to deepen his artistry
A poet without momentum who approaches ever more the aesthetic summit of the femme-fontaine

The fluidity of genders in weightlessness ever so highly untouchable
Adam and Eve floating in a silver cosmos

The vibrant release of the speakers in the Black Forest 
The system immunized by primal rounds and loops

Little Halil the shepherd of the Alpilles
Who gets his name from his harmonious jumps between the mounts

Couples of friends who air their dirty laundry like family 
Hang together like molluscs admiring the swell

The case of trust in your hands
The pendulum pointing out my name engraved on a moonstone
 
The hand of the geologist gathering the tears of the clowns
In the powder box made of sugar that the ceramist fuses

The winter installation on the seaside in Tanzania
The work of the songs tuned to the music of the landscapes which leaves us blurred by time

The blondeness of Ira in the cavern who acquires the taste of winter
A find unearthed through a summer of dust

Anecdotes per packet of Alona Retro 
A specimen that has long been digesting the variety shows’ sets

A car advancing on the podium of mental construction
Beauty is unforgettable it is the throne of history

The very low mood of laundry days
The unique energy of days without anyone

The diversity that vanishes by the look of man who renders difference
And agrees to be in the world like a rag

The sane communion of the youth who make the choice to give everything
Surprised by the variety of calvaries and the beauty of cogs

The deplumed punk mixing his aridity with the trend
The mishmash of the spheres shape the audacity of the art galleries

The refugee from the mountains turn around and present his rhymes
Syria on the ticker jumping into the twilight

The Jewishness leaving the faces
The words of the Marran resonate forever at the Moorish bath

The Maasai Mara keep an eye on the summit of Central Park 
In the finest neighborhoods of my childhood

A continent that empties itself to fill another
To the glory of the inner worlds that we drag around with us

A planet orbiting around the setting sun
Where Plato and Time mask each other in copper with their feet '

English translation assistance provided by Alexa Arena.

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