Dans la cacophonie, il y a un sens éclectique de la liberté d’expression... Sans l’inattendu, vous avez de l’ennui. Avec cette chanson, la voix est chic et suave, et la mélodie a un air de magie intrépide avec un rythme accrocheur et séduisant.  Prévisible peut parfois être banal, mais c’est intrigant. Donne mon amour à la France ! Encore une fois, des voix magnifiques!  😍🔁😎

Bien cool et entrainant ce titre , toujours bon ici .

love the dark vibes. cool track keep em coming

Hundreds of Me

visuals on youtube: https://youtu.be/qje4hi516Kg

no more lies, no more pain
no more longing in my brain
no more reasons, no more fears
no more sorrows, no more tears

nomoretears

kaufen

LYRICS

Don't let them tell you
You have to change
Just because you feel
A little strange 

Strange

Don't let them tell you
You have to change
Just because you feel
A little strange 

Just because you feel
A little strange
Just because you feel
A little strange

Strange
Strange
Strange
Strange


A Little Strange

Epic Orchestral Music.

🎧 STREAMING LINKS:
Spotify ➝ https://open.spotify.com/track/1hmv1xrsxj34rCeb7SbbpX?si=17495490a3fb4367
Apple Music ➝ https://music.apple.com/lr/album/ephemeral-bloom/1700877901?i=1700877902
Youtube ➝ https://youtu.be/ZG83nHchPB8
Tidal ➝  https://tidal.com/browse/track/308916231

❤️ FOLLOW ME:
Facebook➝ www.facebook.com/peterwidebay
Instagram ➝ instagram.com/peterwidebay
Youtube ➝ www.youtube.com/channel/UC98Edy1uU_joVDkGY-SB1EA

Ephemeral Bloom

LYRICS

No material universe exists but a continuum of shifting frequencies colliding at infinite speeds. 

It is a domain of eternal coordinates, where most of its substance is dissonant noise and the remainder evolving harmonies of organized complexity and structure. 

Unlike chaos, it is an orchestra of non-random frequencies that intersect to create the myriads of cosmic notes and rhythms we perceive as matter and its laws. 

Laws that are materializations of clustered or linear coordinates that enable the emergence of particles and waves. 

Moreover, it is from the destructive and constructive entanglements of these entities that our physical universes are born and reborn, endlessly performed by the conductors of time. 

From these entanglements, existence is protected from the void where death is the absence of all frequencies, a perpetual silence where creative symphonies cannot be composed nor performed.

Void

Nocturno

Musique et chant / Music and vocal : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Rien de trop ?
Sans rien de trop 
Intro ?
Sans intro
Solo ?
Sans solo
Trémolos ?
Sans trémolos 
Refrains ?
Sans refrains
Fffrrreins ?
Sans freins 
Retenue ?
Sans retenue
Espoir ténu ?
Sans espoir ténu

Fêlures ?
Sans fêlures 
Brûlures ?
Sans brûlures 
Impasse ?
Sans impasse 
Carapace ?
Sans carapace 
Casse ?
Sans casse
Crasse ?
Sans crasse
Casserole ?
Sans casserole 
Parole ?
Sans parole

Morosité ?
Sans morosité 
Animosité ?
Sans animosité 
Cacophonie ?
Sans cacophonie 
Harmonie ?
En harmonie 
En phase ?
Toujours en phase
Fin de phrase ?
Et sans fin de phrase 
Rien de banal ?
Sans rien de banal
Sans quoi au final ?
Sans point final
Final
Sans point final
Point final

Sans point final

Sans point final [Ootol & Lukowig]

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

Musique / Music : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Quel ?
qu'un compte pour moi
Les heures, les heurts
Quel ?
ques-uns, honte en surmoi,
Laissent heurts et heures
En suspens...

Si on sait, c'est récurent
C'est fait la cure en
Rentre dedans, danse
Sans fée, en urgen-
-ce rien ne se fait,
ne se défait

Quelqu'un contre moi
S'en fait... Ça fait des heures
De pleurs, de heurts
À l'intérieur, oh et en moi
Des pleurs ou des fleurs ?
Qui ne s'effleure ?

N'oublie pas de lire entre les lignes
Malignes
Ne nous plie pas sous ces signes rectilignes
Aligne
Ton trésor cacheté, non entaché
Ne nous fuie pas dans des délires indignes

Quel un compte pour moi ?
Juste toi...

Quels que soient
Les jours sans soie
Les joues sans toi
Les coups dans le foie
Les soupes sans foi...

La question demeure
La question demeure
Quel
Quel
Quelle
Quelle
Et ma raison se meurt

Sans point final [Ootol & Lukowig]

Lukowig

Recent comments

SOUNDS OF THE WORD

NEAL

Dj Juanky Dj, Kiya, Imperio Inca, Kosmobass y Mas

KillaSoundBoy

Related tracks