Composition/mixage/masterisation @Tulipe-records
Guitares rythmiques et solo/basse Philippe @user-759566380
Texte et chant Guillaume @user-759566380
Guitares rythmiques/ batterie/ chant/ Stéphane

Introduction
A l'aube de sa mort , les esprits décrivent à Geronimo l'avenir des hommes.

Paroles

Des Lunes sans loups
De longues rivières de bitumes
Un monde d'égouts
Guidé par des fous en costumes
Où tout accélère
Des saisons qui n'ont plus le temps
Des oiseaux de fer
Qui volent plus vite que le vent

Pleure Geronimo , pleure
Sur l'avenir des hommes
Quand y'aura plus de fleurs
A poser sur leurs tombes
Et qu'arrivera l'heure
De la danse des Ombres

Des terres violées
Pour des richesses de misères
Paradis volés
En échange d'un bout de désert
Des dieux qu'on trahit
A coup de mensonge en leurs noms
Des femmes qu'on enfoui
Sous des coutumes de sombres cons

Pleure Geronimo , pleure
Sur l'avenir des hommes
Quand y'aura plus de fleurs
A poser sur leurs tombes
Et qu'arrivera l'heure
De la danse des Ombres

Des prisons sans murs
Pour des évadés du réel
Vidés de nature
Errant dans l'enfer du virtuel
Marins sans boussoles
Perdus sur les mers illusoires
De ces mégapoles
Où l'on se croise sans se voir

Allez pleure Geronimo
Bientôt la danse des ombres

Eteintes à jamais
Ces lumières sauvages d'autrefois
Ils ont tout brûlé
Dans des flammes de sans foi ni loi
Le grand incendie
Mais plus de retour sur leurs pas
Tu leurs avais dis
que l'argent ne se mange pas

Introduction
On the eve of his death, the spirits describe the future of mankind to Geronimo

Moons without wolves
Long rivers of bitumen
A world of sewers
Guided by madmen in suits
Where everything speeds up
Seasons without time
Iron birds
Flying faster than the wind

Weep Geronimo, weep
For the future of mankind
When there will be no more flowers
To lay on their graves
And the hour arrives
Of the dance of shadows

Of lands violated
For riches of misery
Stolen paradises
In exchange for a piece of desert
Gods betrayed
With lies in their names
Women buried
Under the customs of dark assholes

Weep Geronimo, weep
On the future of men
When there will be no more flowers
To lay on their graves
And the hour arrives
Of the dance of shadows

Prisons without walls
For escapees from reality
Emptied of nature
Wandering in virtual hell
Sailors without compasses
Lost on the illusory seas
Of these megalopolises
Where we cross paths without seeing each other

Go cry Geronimo
Soon the dance of shadows

Gone forever
Those wild lights of yore
They have burned all
In flames of lawlessness
The great fire
But no turning back
You told them
that money can't be eaten

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD / TULIPE RECORD 2022

Publié(e) par :
Tulipe Records
P-line :
℗ Tulipe &Jim

Les Larmes De Géronimo ( Tulipe & Jim ) TRANSLATED

Días y días

Hay días que no se lo que pasa.
Hay días que mi amor no te alcanza.
Hay  veces que que me ves como a un loco,
medio roto.

Hay días que persigo quimeras.
Y hay días que todo me supera.
Y a veces yo soy fiel a mis sueños,
soy mi dueño.

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Hay días que voy  lleno de ideas.
Y otros que me siento a la espera.
Hay veces  que dependo de otros,
y hay otros que me dicen muy poco.

Soy alguien que repite la escena.
Cantando en una tarde cualquiera.
Mirando una postal de nosotros,
frente a el mar.
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Hay días que extraño tu mirada. 
Hay días que no quiero hacer nada.
Y hay noches que imagino tu cara,
en mi almohada.

Hay días que te veo alejarte.
Hay días que no quiero encontrarte.
Y hay veces que no puedo esperar, 
para abrazarte.

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Hay días que voy  lleno de ideas.
Y otros que me siento a la espera.
Hay veces  que dependo de otros,
y hay otros que me dicen muy poco.

Soy alguien que repite la escena.
Cantando en una tarde cualquiera.
Mirando una postal de nosotros,
frente a el mar.

Letra y música :
Pichy Sotomayor

2023 Original Song

Dias y Dias

Días y Días

This song is a little thank you to the MRI technician, who was not happy with me, she wanted me to keep still but the electronic sounds were so fabulous and I found it very difficult not to move.

https://youtu.be/4nG-2tyw2Ao

Resonance is majestic
It sure knows how to thrill
Moombahton, juke n'breakbeat
Occasionally deep chill
Girl behind the console
Said I must act more responsible
I need you to keep still

Lay still upon that flatbed
Diagnostics take their time
The protons in the molecules
Need time to realign
The protons in the molecules
They follow scientific rules
Every single time

Moombahton, juke n'breakbeat
A little bit of house
Shot from the anaesthetist
The lights, they just went out
Shot from the anaesthetist
To help with the analysis
Of the Administer of Grime

Lay still upon that flatbed
That is what she said
Lay still upon that flatbed
When I moved, well she saw red
Lay still upon that flatbed
She said that every time
The Administer of Grime

The Administer Of Grime

I've been saying all along about the possibilities of bass strings, and in this song, I enjoy the interaction between the bass effects and the bass strings of the guitar. So I don't put as much emphasis on the guitar solo itself as I usually do. Somewhere far away. That's how I feel when I see the stagnation in the world these days. Finally, thanks for reading here. And I'm glad you're listening to my music.

Somewhere Far Away

© Compromise

Pretty Papers

I wanted to write a little love song about people just as they meet sometimes it works out great

It Could be Magic

Bellevue

MIX/MASTER: Mariosyjp

LYRIC
Faced with the knowledge 
No one knows that much 
Put your brain in sleep mode
Except your plans for lunch 
You need your nutrition 
As you contemplate 
Can you go home early 
When you came in late

Oh go on and try
Trying’s always worth a try 
Throw caution to the wind
But should it boomerang
Forget what I just sang  
Catch it on the fly, it’s worth a try

Cry to the heavens 
Curse the world to hell
But keep it to a whisper 
There’s no need to yell 
Everyone is busy
Most are on their phone
If you’re waiting on an answer
Better check your own

Still, go on and try
Trying’s always worth a try 
Gather your resources
Pack clean underwear
As if someone will care
Shout out “do or die!” 
It’s worth a try

Take your best shot
Give it all you got
And if you spot
A chance, then pounce
Serve up your last ounce
Of nerve then announce…Well I tried

So a boulder is waiting
Head down, bend your knees
From here it’s all uphill
And Sisyphus agrees
When you get to the top
Take a look around
While your back is turned
The boulder rolls back down

Sure, go on and try
Trying’s always worth a try 
This might be the puzzle
Where all the pieces fit
It’s no time to quit
Raise your hopes up high
Watch that frail bird fly
’Til an eagle drops from the sky
Oh my
Sigh
It was worth a try

Worth A Try

the second track from falcon's concept album (E.P.) Slower Things. A tale of time travel in an Alternate universe.

Rough Seas

Chapter Seven of a concept album about a rock band performing their first celebrated gig whilst the world comes to an end.

Ch 07 - Only in my Wildest Dreams - Just as hope is lost, a figure of beauty appears.  A true love is born.

ONLY IN MY WILDEST DREAMS
At a time when I'd given up and trashed any hope
I saw an angel shining vibrant through the dust and the smoke
Its no joke

CHORUS1
I'm jumping - my heart started pumping - this truly is something
Only in my wildest dream
She's running towards me - My legs have gone wobbly
Only in my wildest dream
The smile when the eyes meet - A beauty so complete
Only in my wildest dream

She ignores all my faults, disregards how I look
Since the world went and ended I've been down on my luck
What a schmuck

CHORUS2
I'll endeavour to keep her forever - till death or whatever
Only in my wildest dream
I can sense I'm  new man - to be her true champion
Only in my wildest dream
Let's dance through pollution - we're new evolution
Only in my wildest dream

CHORUS 1 & 2

Only In My Wildest Dreams

Prolific musician, author, photographer and oddity.  With influences ranging from the lofi pop of Guided by Voices, the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, the glam of Bowie and the nakedness of Iggy Pop - this is Marc Freak.  Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe.  An experiment in DIY and lofi.  The odd bum note here, the even odder bum note there.  But with art do we care?