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Forward March

More: https://soundcloud.com/weightyre/sets

Manna LIX

Spring of 2020

Clothes on my back

Free From Time: 20 Great New Songs from the SoundCloud Community to Start Your Weekend

Ownowl Lulu

little frenglish songs and universal music

The Tick And The Tock

SARGASSO

This Dog Needs A Bone -Musique Z- sons ajoutés luciole (+ DIY motion video)

Mamma's Voice - musique Z

I Would Have Thought - musique Nigel Homer

I don't have the decoder
I only serve as conductor

No cage for music and words
passing through boxes pipes and cords

I don't have the decoder
A light turns on, I go on farther

Who can do the translation
catch and feel the emotion ?

I don't have the decoder
Maybe there are some receivers

I'm stuck in an elevator 
Can you call the repairer ?

Run up and down, ending never
Exhausting and vertiginous

I have to compose all the time 
In order the elevator doesn't fall

Music is the way that stabilizes 
To get out of the shaker life

I Don't Have The Decoder - musique Vasco Morais - texte en collab

The Voices You Hear

Thank very much to luciole langevine @luciole-langevine

Lyrics :

Là-bas, très loin d'ici, dans leur monde clinquant, ils dansent leur opulence, pachydermes gavées aux gadgets innombrables, conscience fermée au monde, congratulations, bouche pleine et chaussures dorées.

There, far away from here, in their tinsel world, they dance their opulence
There, pachyderms force-fed, with countless gadgets,
Closed conscience to the world, congratulations
Laughing mouthful and golden shoes

Ici, juste ici, dans leur monde banal, ils dansent joies et peines, aussi légers que plumes aux vents, les mains vides, le cœur ouvert sur l'univers, ils s'encouragent en chantant, les pieds ensanglantés comme des chaussures rouges

Here, right here, in their mundane world, they dance joys and sorrows
Here, as light as feathers to the winds, empty hands, heart open to the world, they share and support singing, Bloody feet as red shoes


The Red Shoes (feat Luciole Langevine)

Paroles

Allez, allez, on y va !

Dans le cirque en couleurs de la vie
Et même quand le gris domine
Et même quand on tourne en rond
Sur la piste du monde

Allez, allez

Il suffit de lever les yeux
Juste au-dessus
A portée de main
Des fils tendus pour l'équilibre
Et des trapèzes pour s'envoler
Et des encore
Et des peut-être 
Pour ce qui va venir
Ce qui va arriver
Et qui sera meilleur

Sur La Piste Du Monde - musique Ownowl

Thank very much to luciole langevine @luciole-langevine

Lyrics :

Souffle la bouche douce sur le genou abimé
Souffle la bouche douce
Sèche les perles salées
Souffle la bouche douce une caresse si légère
qu'elle s'envole vers la lumière
Souffle la bouche douce
Rallume le sourire
Au visage chiffonné
Au tendre coeur blessé
Rallume le sourire

Les Petits Bobos (feat Luciole Langevine)

My first tango ever. Of course this is more a would-be funny sort of tango (fans of Boris Vian will probably notice a little similitude with "Le Tango des Bouchers"). So this is about death but it's not meant to be sad, take this as realistic dark humour... Or leave it.

Oh, and if you are a tango specialist please don't crucify me, once again, this is for fun, really.

Music, lyrics, guitar and vocals, Yann Vienne

C'est le tango du petit verre de trop, le pas de deux de la dernière bouffée,
C'est quand tu cours devant des taureaux, que tu te vautres dans l'escalier,
C'est le mari cocu, jaloux, furieux ou l'autobus qui roule un peu trop vite,
C'est un éclair, te rôtissant des cieux ou bien cette vieille salope de méningite !
C'est le tango du croco affamé, la danse ultime de l'artère rétrécie,
Celle encore du staphylocoque doré, c'est l'avalanche sournoise qui t'estourbit,
Les freins qui flanchent en haut du Tourmalet ou encore une bête arête de poisson,
Le monoxyde qui s'en vient sans crier... Gare aux ennemis et gare à leur poison !
C'est la fin de ce qui est bien, c'est la fin de ce qui est vain,
La fin de tout ce qui nous retenait sur cette terre de baisers en pieds d'nez...
C'est le tango des cent mille pendus depuis Judas, le twist des suicidés,
Quelques accords pour chanter ce qui fut involontaire ou bien prémédité,
L'avion qui tombe pour un oui, pour un non, la petite veine qui lâche dans le cerveau,
C'est salmonelles ou bien c'est champignons, c'est ça le sens du fatal tango !
C'est la fin de ce qui est bien, c'est la fin de ce qui est vain,
La fin de tout ce qui nous retenait sur cette terre de baisers en pieds d'nez...
C'est le tango qu'ici j'assassine juché sur mes quarante-cinq printemps,
La vue est belle du haut de la colline, l'ennui c'est que ça descend maintenant,
Alors je peux chanter la mort qui vient mais n'est-ce pas au fond perdre mon temps ?
Elle m'invit'ra un beau jour, c'est certain : faisons-lui donc la nique en attendant !
Faisons-lui donc la nique en attendant ! Faisons-lui donc la nique en attendant !

Fatal Tango

Texte / Voix : @luciole-langevine 

Sur la scène, hallucinant, ballet incessant, flocons incandescents scintillent et flashent, neige de paillettes et de strass.

Les spectateurs à destination du Grand Show en Toc, enVol 666 de la Compagnie C-leste Reaktor, sont priés de bien vouloir se présenter porte 69.
Embarquement immédiat.

Bienvenue à bord, mesdames et messieurs.
Veuillez détacher vos ceintures et dénouer vos cravates.
Décollage imminent.

Une à une, androgynes, créatures divines, elles arrivent en flottant, lueurs voilées de brume, elles ondulent en dansant avec leurs yeux couleur de lune, regard lointain la peau douceur de plume et des muscles d'airain, souples et longues lianes, chevelure d'algues diaphanes.

Vénéneuses, café vanille et caramel, drapées dénudées, taffetas, cuir et dentelles.
Laquées vernis carmin, soie et satin, elles approchent, hypnotiques, elles s'approchent.

Fly 666 (avec Luciole Langevine)

Best Thing (acoustic)

Music & Arrangement: Tunq
Words & Voice: Augenmerk

I am happy to present this collaboration, please look up the page of the amazing https://soundcloud.com/tunqsounds

Foggy looks
Push the wall away,
that comes too close to me, binds me.
Probably rather: extinguishes ?!
Spoil of space, where nothing escapes.
Sucks, devours.
Ground fog creeping into feet and rising,
the head does not separate from itself anymore.
Am I misted? Woozy? Am I fog?
Am I the child in clouds?
My buzzard is circling,
Mood that creates my will.
There is lack of space and free seating

German text:

Nebelblicke
Die Wand wegdrücken, 
die mir zu nahe kommt, mich bindet.
Wohl eher: tilgt?!
Flächenrausch, dem nichts entrinnt.
Saugt ein, verschlingt.
Bodennebel, der in Füße kriecht und steigt,
den Kopf nicht mehr trennt von sich selbst.
Bin ich umnebelt? Benebelt? Bin Nebel?
Bin ich das Kind in Wolken?
Mein Mäusebussard kreist,
Laune, die mein Wollen schafft.
Platznot ist und freie Platzwahl

NEBELBLICKE - TUNQ & AUGENMERK (POEM COLLAB.) TRİP FOLK EXPERİENCE

Sunshine on my back.
It's beginning to decline.
It doesn't make me happy and looks not at all lovely.

We are living in the age of dusk.
The night is long and the dawn will be far.


Ruined civilization left one poetry to us.
We should begin to write it shortly, if someone will read.

The end will come calmly little by little.
I feel sunshine on my back.


The choirs singing uprose and filled the church.
The voice of prayer is drowning in the strong wind.


Sunshine on my back.
That shine is not strong anymore.
Looking for lost things, we wander in the town.

We've consumed all the things.
Whom do I say goodbye to?

Sunshine On My Back

Our music videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jP8TVIeEkTM&list=PLdNW6Tm7hfWsUe6-tQ2gbu8rGGFNvDUyg

That's the 8th track of our second album "Homemade music", enjoy :)

I was killed by the hand of a hit man 
sent by someone who wanted me to shut up,
two shots rang out in the night, such an awful sound,
were enough to send me laying on the ground.

But I'm not shutting up, thanks to this pre-recorded song,
I keep telling my version of the story, though I'm definitely gone.
Greetings to my family and friends, they must go on without me
but for now I'm able to stay down here in the grave, and yet say hi.

I'm thinking about the story of the so many people 
whose lives they risked to lose, in loving of the truth.
These are real leader.

There's no honour in dying, you know,
the honour is staying alive.

Homemade music

Grave

I Am Not For This World

Charlie's Track
words and music by kanako not

Everything is non!
Everything is nothing

Everything is Rousseau's
There is nothing

Charlie's eyes
Charlie's eyes
Sad pupil
Charlie's eyes

すべてがノンです
すべてが何もありません

すべてがルソーのものだから
そこには何もありません

チャーリーの目
チャーリーの目
悲しい瞳
チャーリーの目

Charlie's Track

Silence

J'ai trouvé dans le sable un caillou
Un cœur blanc poli par les années

J'ignorais qu'il vous serait destiné

J'ai trouvé dans le sable votre caillou
Ce cœur blanc si patiemment lissé

Je savais simplement qu'il m'attendait

Je savais qu'il attendait
Mes mains pour l'entourer
Mon souffle pour le réchauffer
Mes lèvres pour lui murmurer
Des mots d'amour

(à mes parents)

translation :
I found a pebble in the sand
A white heart polished by the years

I didn't know it would be for you

I found your pebble in the sand
This white heart so patiently smoothed

I simply knew it was waiting for me

I knew it was waiting
My hands to wrap around it
My breath to warm it
My lips to whisper to it
Words of love

(for my parents)

Le Caillou - Ownowl & Luciole Langevine

MoonShine

From the 1984 debut album "A Dog A Dodo And A Fool" by Proof of Utah.
Recorded on a Tascam 4-track cassette Portastudio
Louie Simon: Drums
Mike Brosco: Bass

Wizard of Light Bulb Moments: Mark Rieke
Cover Artwork by Steve Ward
POU Technical Consultant - Scott Sayre
© and ℗ 1984 Louie and Bosco Music
2019 Audio Remaster by Mike Brosco

A Dog, A Dodo And A Fool (Remastered)

Bomb Me Baby

Proof of Utah - Bomb Me Baby

(Written by Terry Reeves)

Hans Albers: All instruments, production and final mix.
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Jo Reeves: Starting announcement


My Mother-in-law told me that as a young teenager during the late 30’s & early 40’s, any form of entertainment was welcomed as these were, for many reasons, the hardest of times. 
There was a locally run club which had many types of performers, most of them music related, and she remembers every occasion being full of fun and laughter. There was a small entry fee and all profits went towards supporting the disabled.
Now here’s the best bit.  My Mum-in-law (who, by the way, was the seventh sister of seven sisters - not relevant but true), told me that the club did have an official name but was always known by everyone who went there as 'The Cripple Club'. Not exactly sensitive by today's standards but, personally, I loved the name for it's honest innocence.  As for our Cripple Club, there is only one rule that applies - if you are perfect, you won't get in.  So welcome, one and all.

Yet again, we have to thank Hans for his brilliant work on the track.  As you’ll hear, it grabs your attention from the very start and doesn’t ever let go...   (Terry Reeves)


There's no rhyme or reason
There's no time or space
There's no charge for leaving
There's no need for grace

Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Dancing and singing without a care
Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Screenshots and downloads everywhere 

No one will be wiser 
There will be no strings attached
You'll get no prizes given
The doors left on the latch

Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Dancing and singing without a care
Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Screenshots and downloads everywhere 

No needle in a haystack 
It's neither here nor there
No horse of a different colour
The life of Riley here

Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Dancing and singing without a care
Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Screenshots and downloads everywhere 

The milk of human kindness 
As good as a highland fling
A little bird has told me
Elvis has left the building 

Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Dancing and singing without a care
Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Screenshots and downloads everywhere 

Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Dancing and singing without a care
Have you been down to the Cripple Club
Screenshots and downloads everywhere

CRIPPLE CLUB - Cripple Club & Hans Albers

Sad to come back -musique Z-

A fun-loving and humorous toe tickling- toe jamming song
“FOT.”-(my Norwegian for Foot song)

My foot's a size 12
it has a mind of its own
buried somewhere deep 
inside my heel bone
and its toes are what happens 
when it disagrees with itself
they all go their separate ways 
and it’s always the right one
the other ones  left
just a  bit less intelligent

My foot has been known
to be quite intrusive
like Rock and Roll 
it kicks some ass
and takes no names
and if your ass got kicked
you know that you are to blame.
you’d better lay down and take it
take it, take it, take it....

My foots taken down doors
that were locked to me
it starts as an impulse 
in my hip and my knee
when I’ve been shut out
of what I truly need
I knock with my foot 
and doors fall like a tree
yeah, they fall like a tree,
it has no love for shoes

It prefers to be naked
being wrapped in the 
skins of dead cows
it can’t take it
and there are too many times
I turn round and I find
I put my foot in mouth
which to my nose is unkind
By saying something stupid 
when I was trying to be cupid
Or when I’m writing some lyrics
to a song that’s called foot
knowing any chance it has
to be a hit is caput
but I’m still one step ahead
of all those songs about bootie
cause they are sexist as hell
and they make women all moody
but all women enjoy 
guys with a promising foot
they get tired of six inches
foot stories make a good hook
make a good hook...yeahhhh,

Guess I’ve got one leg to stand on
and so I’m taking a chance
with some toe-tapping music
let’s see how many feet dance.
and if you don’t like my foot song
It probably means that you're calloused
or you’re just not into toe jams
or that your tastes are unbalanced

But if you’re not into feet
then just get into the beat
download yourself a copy
bring me success from defeat
I
‘ve put my best foot forward
and you can help me advance
to some footlight and concerts
bring your feet and just dance.
bring your feet and just dance.
bring your feet and just dance.

Stellar Music created, played 
and composed by-
Ingvar Tautra-©-2020
Lyrics, vocals & melody line by-
Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2020

Amazing Body Parts.

Fot!-A Norwegian Foot song.

Once settled in Artica Point, almost frozen, I watch the world happening fast, and I tell you about by singing five verses with different vocal styles, a main instrumental theme in progress all along, and some bits of the other songs in the album to keep it conceptual ;)

Letra  /  Translated Lyrics:

DESDE AQUÍ (HISTORIA CONTEMPORÁNEA)  /  FROM HERE (CONTEMPORARY HISTORY)

Ahora que estoy aquí congelado,  /  Now I’m frozen here,
observo el mundo por internet y radio.  /  I watch the world on internet and radio.
Todo sucede ahí abajo tan rápido,  /  Everything happens so fast down there,
que se aprecian claramente los cambios,  /  that changes are clearly appreciated,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

Con mis constantes vitales al mínimo,  /  With my vital signs down to a minimum,
como viviendo una película,  /  like living in a movie,
soy capaz de comprender el mecanismo  /  I am able to understand the mechanism
de la evolución de nuestra civilización,  /  of the evolution of our civilization,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

El frío que congela mi cuerpo  /  The cold that freezes my body
… … no me permite llorar,  /  … … doesn’t allow me to cry,
pero mi corazón sigue caliente muy adentro, en algún lugar,  /  but my heart is still warm deep inside, somewhere,
y puedo al menos entristecerme por lo que veo al mirar  /  and I can at least feel sad about what I see when I look
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

Ahora que lo comprendo todo  /  Now when I understand everything,
entiendo que todos somos iguales,  /  I realize we’re all the same,
que sentimos lo mismo aunque ninguno lo sabe.  /  and we feel the same although no one knows it.
Desde aquí me identifico con cada hombre,  /  From here I feel identified with every man,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

Desde aquí me alegro de no estar ahí abajo.  /  From here I’m glad not being down there.
Esperaré a ver qué pasa dentro de cien años.  /  I’ll wait and see what happens a hundred years from now.
Mi cuerpo apenas será un poco más viejo,  /  My body will hardly be a little older,
pero sí cumpliré siglo y medio de sabiduría y tristeza,  /  but I will get a century and a half of wisdom and sadness,
desde aquí como un documental de historia contemporánea.  /  from here like a contemporary history documentary.

ER36 PA03 RUIZZO ©1996 ®2020

Desde aquí (Historia Contemporánea)

A culture hero called "Forethought" Blues

Composed and performed by Admiral Krank.
Drum break sample can be found here: https://www.musicradar.com/news/tech/sampleradar-200-free-drum-break-samples-522667

Mount Caucasus

Assembly of honey - Уловки / Expedient Devices [live recording 10.02.2019]
https://assemblyofhoney.bandcamp.com/album/expedient-devices

On @Meticulous-Midgets anti-label: http://stopcran.ru/news/2020-02-01-252

In support of "The Wonderful Dharma Lotus Flower Sutra": 
http://www.cttbusa.org/lotus/lotus_contents.asp

В поддержку "Сутры о Цветке Лотоса Чудесной Дхармы": 
https://www.oum.ru/literature/buddizm/sutra-o-cvetke-lotosa-oglavlenie/

УЛОВКИ / Expedient Devices

from: Expedient Devices [live 10.02.2019]

Dreamy Wednesdays

I've been collecting ideas for a larger project for a while now. Did this layered improvisation over a chord progression from those ideas. 

For the chords I've used the Ibanez JEM77FP into the clean channel of the Bluguitar Amp1 into the Bluguitar Blubox into the mixer. Had the Boss DD-20 on 'Tape' as well as the 'Shallow Water' from Fairfield Circuitry in the effects loop activated. 

The bass (Ibanez SRF700) (both bowed and not) was straight into the mixer.

Other guitars:

JEM into the 'When The Sun Explodes' by Beautiful Noise effects on a moderate gain setting into the same amp on the vintage channel with activated boost. Pretty happy with that almost broken sounding fuzz-vibe. 

Fender Pine Telecaster into the same amp (on clean) played with a slide and pretty hefty reverb tail from the Convolution Reverb Pro in Ableton Live.

In case you've enjoyed this, you might also like my other original music on 

https://open.spotify.com/artist/7ti7ScpoJPlzAuh8beNTCV 

https://www.soundcloud.com/sascha-muhr and https://saschamuhr.bandcamp.com

Something_18: "Improvisation_10"

Music : Ownowl https://soundcloud.com/ownowl
Words : Luciole Langevine

I would have liked to cook a marmalade
Sweet and tangy 
Mixing our lives
For this Valentine's Day
A journey in delicious Harmony

But you were You
And I was Me
And we've just made a cacophony

I would have liked to cook a marmalade
Sweet and tangy 
Mixing our lives
Make a tasty symphony

But you were You
And I was Me, only
And mixing our lives
We've just made a cacophony
And mixing our lives
We've made a cacophony

I would have liked to cook a marmalade
Sweet and tangy 
Mixing our lives
Make a tasty symphony
A journey in delicious Harmony

But it should  have been done long before sour and bitter poison our kisses

But you were you
Just you
And I was me
Just me
And we made
We made, we just made
A cacophony

I would have liked to cook a marmalade

Valentine's Day - Ownowl & Luciole Langevine

A track from the album Entropy At The Edge Of Chaos

https://outstation.bandcamp.com

Protected By The Frequencies Of Distant Ancient Memories

Just an extract of a  little Trio jam during a rehearsal...
Noé   @  Bass, Martin @ Guitar, Zéphir @ Trumpet

One Piece of JAZZY JAM

I also have up solo version:https://soundcloud.com/fuwatt/bwf-file5

Night rose

Cachemire Et Faribolles (Kollab proposition 120 bpm)

sun animals
_________________
sweet sunshine,
don't turn your light on me
come with us animals 
in the skies we play
we prey on the cold night
we play in the jungle light
and if you’re one of us
we wouldn’t have to fight

we live by the burning lake
been drinking in the rays
I wish I could save the world
or make it my new fireplace

I’m a sun king, 
an animal in heat
breeding by a fiery light
burning up the street

hey sweet sunshine,
turn your light on me
an animal you wanted and,
an animal I’ll be

come out sunlight
make them bleed
you wanted fire and
burning in the streets

hey sunshine
you remember me
I’m still your animal and
the fire in your sheets

yes you’re my sun queen
and when it finally rains
you’ll see fireballs and
burning in the streets

Sun Animals

The Meaning Of What

Track

Dear Henry

Dear Henry
The telegraph is down
The champions of your memory
Are now nowhere to be found

Henry
There’s just this blanket of white cold 
I’m waiting for the love 
Of springs blossoms to unfold 

Oh Henry
Crows cry out your name
You voice thin on the wind
Then your gone again like rain

Dear Henry
Your iron sleeping bed is sold
For the price of two tomatoes
And a tiny wedding ring of gold

See Henry
The bus stops here no more
But your polished leather shoes
Are still by the fly screen door

Dear Henry
It’s all still beautiful and cruel
Peppered with bursts of brilliance
And every kind of fool

Oh Henry
The telegraph is down
The hero’s of your memory
Are, now nowhere to be found

"DEAR HENRY"+ Lyrics

"TRAIN SONG" TOMMY WAITS   (COVER)

This song means a lot to both of us and it's a great pleasure to be able to release it. The lyrics and amazingly soulful vocal performance from Rekha is a stunning reflection of pain and acceptance. I thank her so much for allowing me to write music to accompany her deep humanity. @rekha-iyern-fe

Halo | REKHA & Belial Pelegrim

Mask Of the Beast

Discard The Silence & Control

Free

ft. Nathalie B20  "Free"

Vincent van Gogh passed away July 29th, 1890,
“Vincent’s Letter” was released July 29th, 2020

I figured there’s no better time than 130 years later…

When I was very young, I had dreams about his paintings. 
 His paintings inspired a deep love in me for art at an early age, and I wanted to be a painter like him

 Music won me over, but I remember being about 10 or so - when I first started playing music a lot - and I promised this self-portrait painting of Van Gogh that I’d write a song (or several) for him that a lot of people would hear.  Yea I made a verbal promise to a painting.  
It wasn’t the first or last time...  I was a weird kid.

The funny thing is?  This isn't even Van Gogh, as I much later found out.  It's "Dr. Gatchet", who was a physician who was treating Van Gogh.  Vincent painted him, and they actually look a lot alike!  But I made the promise to this painting, so here it is
   I hope you enjoy it
_____________________________

Vincent’s Letter
____________________
home, it’s a little loud
a love breaks me down every day
a little more, she comes & slips away
my love hurts me now
a little more every day
love simply breaks me down, 
a little more every day
I’m hearing you crying inside,
 why don’t you look outside and find yourself?
I’m trying every day, a little more in every way

my heart, my hands are sleepy
my foot is stomping on the paint
a little love, colors break my heart
a little more every day, 
a little love, comes in breaks my heart
a little more every day
a little love, cousin, breaks my heart
a little more every day

my home, will you break me down?
a little more every day
our love, cousin, breaks me too
a little more every day…
a little home, my!…
crazies out of the sky!
it’s a yellow one!
I’m wondering why?
I got my heart beating still
mixed together with the colors that spill
I got my heart cousin
a little more every day
heavens harps, cousin, come to break me down
a little more every day

Vincent's Letter

I FOUND A KNEE

Dedicated to, in this order, my wife, @chuckaaron and John Prine. ;)

Baby’s got draw full of knifes in the kitchen
And told me she won’t take more
If I am to live
I guess I’m going to change

No more hanging at the bar to two thirty
Flirting with the loose girls there
My wayward ways
Are more then she
Will bear

It’s not like I am cruel 
She knows my love is true
Well, mostly true
Half of the time
And when I’m away
My heart don’t stray
Although other parts may
From time to time

She told me there’s no chance that she would ever leave me
Always by my side
Should I run 
There is no place to hide

She promised me that she would always bring me flowers
Each and every day
She can bring them home 
Or plant them on 
My grave

And I thank you dear
You’ve made it perfectly clear
That my end is near
If I don’t change
And it’s sweet of you
That you did not already do
What you would like do
From time to time

It’s not like I am cruel 
She knows my love is true
Well, mostly true
Half of the time
And when I’m away
My heart don’t stray
Although other parts may
From time to time

Baby’s got draw full of knifes in the kitchen
And told me she won’t take more
If I am to live
I guess I’m going to change

No more hanging at the bar to two thirty
Flirting with the loose girls there
My wayward ways
Are more then she
Will bear

And I thank you dear
You’ve made it perfectly clear
That my end is near
If I don’t change
And it’s sweet of you
That you did not already do
What you would like do
From time to time

From Time To Time

(in frenglish ;-))
Hi to you who pass through this cloud!
What I try to do here:
Receive music, slip words in it, lay emotions through my voice. Create something else by the mix of genres and musical worlds.
It's just exciting and exhilarating, even if I have no singing technique and no good material. 
Thank you to composers / musicians: without what they relate in my ear, I would have nothing to say!
(and of course, if the adventure is wildly, let me know!)

You can also find me here: 
https://soundcloud.com/collab-vasco-luciole                                               
https://soundcloud.com/user-212901076
And there :  https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/music
with              https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/poezic-bazart
and               https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/aux-amis
Salut à toi qui passe par mon nuage!
Ce que j'essaie de faire ici:
Recevoir des musiques,  y glisser des mots, y poser des émotions à travers ma voix. Créer quelque chose d'autre par le mélange des genres et univers musicaux. C'est juste passionnant et jubilatoire, même si je n'ai pas de technique de chant ni de bon matériel. Merci aux compositeurs/musiciens : sans ce qu'ils me racontent à l'oreille, je n'aurais rien à vous dire !
(et naturellement, si l'aventure vous tente, faites-moi signe !)

Vous pouvez aussi me trouver ici: https://soundcloud.com/collab-vasco-luciole
                                                           https://soundcloud.com/user-212901076
Et là:                   https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/music
avec                           https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/poezic-bazart
et                            https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/aux-amis