Reprise tout à fait convaincante ! Bravo ! Toutefois, avec la belle voix que tu as, tu pourrais la mettre encore un peu plus en avant. Je viens de réécouter Balavoine. La voix est clairement en avant. Bien vu la fin !

Un très beau travail sur une chanson mythique !

Your version is magnifique with such verve.

Très bonne version personnelle , c'est fait avec passion 👍🔥

Cool sound🎶interesting melody 🌀never heard tune before.. terrific job..best🌙

Superbe travail !  Arrangement et partie vocale . Bravo !!   Très réussi !

Wow le vocal est assuré....et assumé!superbe!😉🌸

J'ai Peur-  Mix 3

A cover of this tune originally played by Ned Landry, famous fiddler from New Brunswick Canada.  (see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lsqlU3ar1g )with Jore, Hilary and Alan playing in this version.

This is a repost of earlier posting see: https://soundcloud.com/jorma-heikkil/woodcutters-reel-collaboration-band
I applied the mastering gizmo from soundcloud on the track to see how it changes things.

Hilary Dirlam @hilary-dirlam :  Banjo
Jore  Heikkilä @jorma-heikkil :  bozouki, bass, mix
Alan Ingall @newshoe :  Accordion

Woodcutter Reel ( w/Hilary Dirlam & Jore's Folk Orch)

The message in this song is that there is strength in numbers, one voice by itself may not be heard, but a million voices must be heard. One raindrop by itself is lost but when million come together they form the mighty seas. I wanted to get a live feel from this song so i recorded the vocal and the guitar live in 1 take on my Zoom X5 then transferred the WAV file to the DAW where i put in some atmospheric voice synth, some acoustic Bass and some percussion. its one of the longest songs i have recorded as i generally believe that most people won't listen more than 3 minutes but hopefully there is enough in here to keep interest,  i really hope you like it and to help here are the words.


One voice in the wilderness, 
one raindrop falls from the sky 
One soul lost in the darkness,
 One tear drop falls from an eye 

Two voices join together and sing in harmony 
Two raindrops join together help to form  the sea 
Two souls finds each other floating in the sky 
Two tear drops fall together as somebody starts to cry 

3 voices shout for freedom all for one and one for all 
3 Raindrops turn to snow drops as they gently fall 
3 souls on the ground fell the gentle Snow 
3 tears freeze like icicles on the world below 

4 voices sound so beautiful as they together sing 
4 raindrops paly a magic scale as the church bells ring 
4 souls move together in perfect harmony 
4 tear drops cry for you and for me 

5 voices become a quire voices of all pitches 
5 Rains drops fall and form a stream running in the ditches 
5 souls join together to become a might forces 
5 tear drop fall full of remorse

Together we are  Stronger (There's strength in numbers)

Night owls (available on Bandcamp)

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Resistance (Free Download)

Artwork by Jim Hollan: https://www.jimholland-art.com/Resources/Two beach houses 13-24.jpg
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Some distortion, the mixer is a bit hard to get right.

Off Duty

Broccoli

I am ME, and I am You-min. Anything else within these two lines is simply... All Good. 

Making up boxes, no matter how one frames it, is just prop-a-gating the same ole' divisive cracks under a fresh coat of bad faith-paint. So stop marking up tribal bounds, and instead, let's all BOND within the only Spectrum that should really matter: this gorgeous You-n-I-verse that we all share.

****************************************************  
LYRICS

How do you grope about
with eyes popped wide when there's no view 
of what stretches behind the salt suss-pression of 
your sticky-sweater skin?

Do fingers ball up, full exploratory-like
Flail away in fistfuls
Fuzzy flurry of Punch & Ply
Do digits dance delicate 'twixt the dunes
to dowse what fiery diary swells within?

***

Why do we trope around
Big Lies plopped down wide open, peer-review
a spectrum skew molded by-the-bi trap within?

Genitalia vibrant stroke impressions
Hexadex or Binary, veiled hue expression
'Box be box' in spite of facets or dimension --
it still walls us in...

***

What makes a fellah-fellah
...stakes a sistah-sistah
...slakes a mallow-yellow
...wakes a mistah
Whoda howda whyda focus on special 
kindsa tribal lines and gloves?

What fakes a feelah-feelah
...cakes a mistah-sistah
...shakes a twistah-listah
...breaks a blistah
why wouldn't ya want an all-encompassing 
kinda it's-all-good full life to love?

***

Why do the hokey-pocus
...lose the larger focus
...choose the lie that chokes us
...rue the roost with spose-dahs?

You R you N you Are you-min
time to toss the tribes
and share one

LOVE

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Gro(w)ping Thru The F(l)og

C'est un monument de la chanson Francaise. J'avais 9 ans quand elle est sortie. 
Je me souviens que je trouvais les paroles tellement fortes et provocantes que j'étais un peu géné quand j'écoutais le morceau dans la voiture avec mon père.
Pas de doute, un incontournable que j'ai voulu reprendre également en augmentant un peu le tempo et en revisitant l'arrangement. 
C'est ma première reprise d'une chanson francaise.
J'ai traduit les paroles pour les anglophones car ça vaut le détour !
(translated below)
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J'me présente, je m'appelle Henri
J'voudrais bien réussir ma vie, être aimé
Être beau, gagner de l'argent
Puis surtout être intelligent
Mais pour tout ça il faudrait que j'bosse à plein temps

J'suis chanteur, je chante pour mes copains
J'veux faire des tubes et que ça tourne bien, tourne bien
J'veux écrire une chanson dans le vent
Un air gai, chic et entraînant
Pour faire danser dans les soirées de Monsieur Durand

Et partout dans la rue
J'veux qu'on parle de moi
Que les filles soient nues
Qu'elles se jettent sur moi
Qu'elles m'admirent, qu'elles me tuent
Qu'elles s'arrachent ma vertu
Pour les anciennes de l'école
Devenir une idole
J'veux que toutes les nuits
Essoufflées dans leurs lits
Elles trompent leurs maris
Dans leurs rêves maudits

Puis après je ferai des galas
Mon public se prosternera devant moi
Des concerts de cent mille personnes
Où même le tout-Paris s'étonne
Et se lève pour prolonger le combat

Et partout dans la rue
J'veux qu'on parle de moi
Que les filles soient nues
Qu'elles se jettent sur moi
Qu'elles m'admirent, qu'elles me tuent
Qu'elles s'arrachent ma vertu

Puis quand j'en aurai assez
De rester leur idole
Je remonterai sur scène
Comme dans les années folles
Je ferai pleurer mes yeux
Je ferai mes adieux

Et puis l'année d'après
Je recommencerai
Et puis l'année d'après
Je recommencerai
Je me prostituerai
Pour la postérité
 
Les nouvelles de l'école
Diront que j'suis pédé
Que mes yeux puent l'alcool
Que j'fais bien d'arrêter
Brûleront mon auréole
Saliront mon passé

Alors je serai vieux
Et je pourrai crever
Je me chercherai un Dieu
Pour tout me pardonner
J'veux mourir malheureux
Pour ne rien regretter
J'veux mourir malheureux

-----

Let me introduce myself, my name is Henri
I'd like to make a success of my life, to be loved
To be handsome, to earn money
And above all be intelligent
But for all that I'd have to work full time

I'm a singer, I sing for my friends
I want to make hits and make it big, make it big
I want to write a trendy song
A tune that's cheerful, chic and catchy
To get people dancing at Mr  Smith's parties

And all over the street
I want people to talk about me
I want the girls to be naked
Throwing themselves at me
Admire me, kill me
I want them to steal my virtue
For the alumni girls at school
Become an idol
I want every night
Breathless in their beds
They cheat on their husbands
In their cursed dreams

Then I'll do some galas
My public will bow down before me
Concerts for a hundred thousand people
Where even the Grand Paris is astonished
And get up to prolong the fight

And everywhere in the street
I want to be talked about
I want the girls naked
I want them to throw themselves at me
Admire me, kill me
I want them to take my virtue

Then when I've had enough
Of being their idol
I'll be back on stage
Like in the Roaring Twenties
I'll make my eyes water
I'll say my goodbyes

And then the year after
I'll do it all over again
And then the year after
I'll do it again
I'll prostitute myself
For posterity
 
The school news
They'll say I'm a fag
That my eyes stink of booze
I'd better stop
They'll burn my halo
They'll soil my past

Then I'll be old
And I can die
I'll look for a God
To forgive me everything
I want to die unhappy
To regret nothing
I want to die unhappy

Le Chanteur (Daniel Balavoine cover)

The poet Paul Valery said in a poem, The deepest thing in man is the skin. The skin is the surface that others see or touch; it is a presentation of the self to others. And that is where we believe, feel and suffer everything that happens to him. As if this were the great organ of sensibility.

Watching the Sprinklers

As deep as the skin

As Deep as the Skin

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Hello. I love different kind of music and try no to stay in a comfortable style. In a song my priorities go to melody and harmony but what counts in the end is the emotional impact of the song. I do everything by myself with my DAW and i am therefore also interested by tips in mixing or on composition. I'd be glad to share advises and receive feedback and comments. Wish you all the joy and pleasure that only music can bring. 

Those who inspired me and who always have a special place in my mind for their whole creation and their wonderful melodies : Alan Parsons Project, Genesis, Peter Gabriel, Kate Bush. I tried some covers to remember some of their songs.

Thank you for listening.

Anglais ou Français ? Je n'ai pas de préférence pour la musique. Je vois bien que la langue que j'utilise influence ma manière de chanter et le style de la chanson en général et j'aime cette variété. 

Jetez aussi un oeil aux paroles. Elles sont sur toutes les chansons

Le Chanteur (Daniel Balavoine cover)

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