produced by Rory James, Quiet Man
mix & master by Paul Gallagher

Oversensitive

.....Crying.
..........Crying.
...............Crying.
....................Crying.

I've been crying.
Time's been drying my tears.
It's been an all-nighter
.....again-
talking to myself,
.....walking home slowly
..........in the pouring rain.
Love and laughter
have hidden themselves
.....from me.
I am a disaster
.....in the making.
Please don't stare
at the evidence of
.....my heart breaking.

I am so fearful.
I am fearful of the future.
I am afraid to lay down.
I might drown in your arms
.....again.
..........l will try
to be more bi than gay.
We have to have options-
ways to live another day.
There are no rules.
All the rules were written
to confuse the fools.
Oh! I've been crying.
.....Crying.
..........Crying.
...............Crying.

I've been crying.
Time's been drying my tears.
It's been an all-nighter
.....again-
talking to myself,
.....walking home slowly
..........in the pouring rain.
Love and laughter
have hidden themselves
.....from me.
I am a disaster
.....in the making.
Please don't stare
at the evidence of
.....my heart breaking.

I am so fearful.
I am fearful of the future.
I am afraid to lay down.
I might drown in your arms
.....again.
..........l will try
to be more bi than gay.
We have to have options-
ways to live another day.
There are no rules.
All the rules were written
to confuse the fools.
Oh! I've been crying.
.....Crying.
..........Crying.
...............Crying.
....................Crying.
.....Crying.
..........Crying.
...............Crying.
....................Crying.
.....Crying.
..........Crying.
...............Crying.
....................Crying.

Crying

CRYING

Marti West - Hold You Home
Buy & stream Marti West's collection here: linktr.ee/martiwest

www.martiwest.com​

Mixed and mastered by James Yates at Majetone Industries

© ℗ all rights reserved

Hold You Home

In the stillness of the night, they softly sigh
Ooh, hearts are heavy, but hope's alive, uh
Through the shadows, we wander and roam
Ooh, dreams of peace, we carry them home, uh-huh

Though the world gets weary (Though the world gets weary)
We believe in the light that shines in the dark, ooh
Though the world gets weary (Though the world gets weary)
With a whisper of love, we can mend every scar, ooh

Take a moment, let the stillness find you (They won’t believe it)
Mm, feel the warmth in a cold, cruel place, uh
Tell me, who'd have thought joy could arise here?
All we need is a heart, a safe embrace, ooh

Ooh, gather 'round, let's sing this tune
With every note, let our spirits bloom
In this season, let the kindness grow
Together we rise, hearts in tow, ooh

Though the world gets weary (Though the world gets weary)
We believe in the light that shines in the dark, ooh
Though the world gets weary (Though the world gets weary)
With a whisper of love, we can mend every scar, ooh

Udiocracy - Weary?

Le Sud de la France, c’est d’abord une lumière unique, éclatante, qui inonde les ruelles des vieux villages et danse sur la mer. C’est un air chargé de sel et de lavande, un vent tiède qui caresse la peau et fait chanter les volets en bois des maisons pastel. Ici, le temps s’étire, on le savoure comme un verre de rosé bien frais sous une tonnelle ombragée.  

Du Languedoc à la Provence, des Cévennes aux rivages méditerranéens, chaque coin du Sud raconte une histoire, chaque pierre garde l’écho des générations passées. À Béziers, Nîmes ou Arles, les arènes vibrent encore des pas des toreros et du rugissement des foules. Dans les Alpilles, la garrigue s’étend à perte de vue, entre oliviers noueux et cyprès élancés. Le soir, les cigales se taisent, laissant place à la douceur d’une nuit étoilée, où seules les vagues murmurent contre les rochers.  

Le Sud, c’est aussi une cuisine ensoleillée, des saveurs simples mais puissantes. L’huile d’olive coule à flot, le basilic embaume, et le pain trempé dans la tapenade a le goût du bonheur. On partage une bourride, une ratatouille, un tian de légumes, le tout accompagné d’un verre de Bandol ou de Pic Saint-Loup. À l’ombre des platanes, on refait le monde entre amis, une partie de pétanque à la main, le pastis à portée de lèvres.  

Mais le Sud, ce n’est pas qu’un décor de carte postale. C’est un tempérament. Ici, on parle fort, on s’embrasse, on se dispute, puis on trinque dans un éclat de rire. L’accent roule, chante et s’éternise sur les mots. On vit au rythme du soleil, entre marchés colorés et siestes bien méritées.  

Et pour ceux qui y viennent un jour, méfiance : le Sud ne se visite pas, il se vit. Et souvent, il ne vous laisse plus repartir.

ROI DU MIDI

Lyrics

[Intro]
I give you all of my attention
But somehow, you don't seem
To care about that darling
Why don't you seem
To think

[Verse]
That we're not more than temporary
That's fucked up to tell me
Don't you think

[Pre-Chorus]
What happened between us, darling
I don't seem to see
My heart breaking down
As I write this song
I don't seem to think
You see

[Chorus]
My heart as your safeguard
Oh darling, why don't you believe
You take advantage of my attention
But darling, that's not fair to me
Heart breaking
You did that
To me, oh damnit
Don't pretend that
You're perfect
And this is worthless
You didn't fall in love
Oh darling, that's
So fucked up
I hate how
You act a stranger
When I was all
You wanted
Back then
Now you won't even reply to me no
So fucked up
I hate how
You act a stranger
That's so wild
Don't tell me
We're too different to make this work
Oh darling, don't

[Bridge]
I give you all of my attention
But somehow, you don't seem

[Hook]
To care about that darling
Why don't you seem
To think

[Outro]
That we're not more than temporary
That's fucked up to tell me
Don't you think

Follow Anthony
Website: www.anthonyaguilera.com
Discord: discord.gg/2jZ4DZrr84
TikTok: www.tiktok.com/@.anthonyaguilera
Instagram: www.instagram.com/anthony.aguilera02
X: www.twitter.com/aguileraamusic
All Links: linktr.ee/anthonyaguilera

How I've Been

Attention

Visit Website

TOMORROW

The war in Ukraine
The Earth is unleashed
Blood in the plains
Tomorrow will not come

Women in chains
Tears in chains
Children in pain
Tomorrow will not come

Boats drift
The sea that intoxicates
Boats capsize
Tomorrow will not come

People leaving
To other nations
Die in unison
Tomorrow will not come

But who can believe in a new future
And where do the songs and laughter go?
What chance do we have? Tomorrow

War at your door
The heat carries you away
The harvests are dead
Tomorrow will not come

Fear in the square
The cold that freezes you
The emotion that fades
Tomorrow will not come

But who can believe in a new future
And where do the songs and laughter go?
But what chance do we have?
Tomorrow

Demain

mom and dad gave their very best 
post rounds, play grounds, at desks
didn’t own a video to watch ET
didn’t own a hoody coat that said nike
or a soda stream or mr frosty 

childhood
why did I want more?
childhood
I really had it all 
they push started me 
my A reg family 

dad used bits of biscuit tinny
to patch the holes in his mini
While friends jet away on foreign holidays 
mustard mini on moody motorways
four and our gran and our cat in rear place 

we do our best we’re busy bees
factory floors,  on the wards, glossy screens
they get the funkiest pumps and the coolest coats
and gadgets and games and streaming videos
all they think they’ll need wherever they go 	

(**This song is about all the stuff I wanted as a child of the 80s and never got…..like a video recorder, soda stream, mr frosty and a newer car than our tiny family Mini. Not realising at the time of course that I already had everything I needed 😄)

Childhood

*** Lyrics by Carlton Carr ***

It’s true that truth is only perception
But what you do when no one’s watching you
Because you’re living life behind a mask
Is the truth without deception

My heart is bruised
It’s capacity for pain is used up
And abused
Chewed up and spewed out

Do you see me
Or is this only a reflection that you see
Be with me in my private moments
Hold me in my torment and my fear

Do you see me
In the words that fly across this screen
Catch them and hold them in your heart
Before they fall apart and disappear

It’s unusual for me to feel safe enough
To be me in all my vulnerability

My heart is bruised
It’s capacity for pain is used up
And abused
Chewed up and spewed out

Do You See Me (Acoustic Version)

Cette chanson est un hommage à **Jol**  pour ses 50 ans, personnage singulier et essentiel dans l’univers de ceux qui l’entourent. Plus qu’un simple ami ou compagnon, Jol est ce qu’on appelle un **sniper des mots** — celui qui, avec une phrase bien placée, un trait d’esprit ciselé ou un mot inattendu, désarme les tensions, éclaire une situation ou fait rire aux larmes. Il possède ce talent rare de manier la langue comme un instrument précis, à la fois tranchant et tendre.

La chanson raconte son rôle dans la bande, cette petite tribu d’amis qui se retrouvent dans les bons moments comme dans les galères. Jol y est décrit comme celui qui **ose dire ce que les autres pensent tout bas**, celui qui, sans jamais blesser, parvient à révéler les vérités et à ramener les pieds sur terre quand l’ego prend trop de place. Sa parole est précieuse car elle est sincère, jamais gratuite, toujours habitée par la bienveillance et l’affection.

À travers les couplets et le refrain, on évoque les **soirées un peu folles**, les discussions profondes au coin du comptoir ou au bout d’une nuit d’été, et ces instants où Jol devient le centre de gravité du groupe par une simple réplique. C’est aussi un hommage à sa **fidélité indéfectible**, à cette capacité qu’il a de toujours répondre présent, même quand ça ne l’arrange pas. C’est un pilier qu’on ne dit pas toujours qu’on aime, mais dont l’absence se ferait cruellement sentir.

La chanson parle enfin de ce qu’on partage ensemble : les rires, les engueulades, les souvenirs de virées et de coups de folie. Jol incarne cette mémoire vivante des bons moments et des galères qui, avec le temps, deviennent des anecdotes qu’on ressort encore et encore. Il est **le garant de l’esprit du groupe**, celui qui veille à ce que personne ne triche, ni avec les autres ni avec soi-même.

Derrière l’humour et les mots affûtés, la chanson laisse aussi deviner **une pudeur**, cette façon qu’a Jol de masquer ses propres blessures et ses doutes derrière un sourire ou une vanne. Et c’est sans doute ce qui le rend aussi attachant : un mélange d’insolence, de loyauté et de fragilité, qu’on célèbre ici en musique, parce que certains amis méritent d’avoir leur chanson.

 

The Most Important Thing written by Stan C Countz

The Most Important Thing

A meeting between the Little Prince and Jonathan Livingston the seagull, between Aldous Huxley and George Orwell, between Bernard Mandeville and Adam Smith, or Archimedes and Newton, all while passing through an explanation of Plato's myth of the cave, kinesiology, the four Toltec agreements, Diogenes syndrome, and Pareto's law, not to mention a tribute to Michel Legrand, François Truffaut, Louis de Funes, Oscar Wilde, Winston Churchill, and Jacques Tati... all while passing through a hymn to prime rib, the recipe for cassoulet, sauerkraut, paella, veal blanquette, and the art of the aperitif.

This is our musical universe. From rap to country, reggae, jazz, blues, and so many others.

Each theme deserves a suitable musical style.

Let's not forget our nods to New York, Miami, Paris, Berlin, Hong Kong, Moscow, Barcelona, ​​Lisbon, London, kyiv, Tel Aviv, Dubai, Rio de Janeiro, Marrakech, Los Angeles and Beijing... each in the language of their country.

JOL

LOS BEBOS

Related tracks