The healing featuring abdellah el khajlani

Love frozen under the snow. A soft, rhythmic contemplation on what remains when words can’t warm. 

Yuki no Shita (Sous la neige)

A gentle lo-fi song about the bittersweet evolution of friendship losing some, keeping others, and learning to accept the quiet truth of emotional distance. “Your Definition” speaks in whispers, memory echoes, and late-night thoughts in the kitchen. For those who feel alone, but not forgotten.

Lyrics :
"Ta définition"


🟤 Couplet 1
Des amis qui s’éloignent, un à un, tout doucement,
Leur nombre diminue, comme si c’était le vent.
Je sais pas si c’est moi, ou le temps, ou la vie,
Qui me pousse à rester seule, loin des bruits, des envies.

Peut-être que c’est mieux, d’avoir moins de problèmes,
Peut-être que mon bien, c’est d’être seule quand j’aime.
Je me demande souvent si ma direction
Suit encore celle des autres, ou fait l’opposition.

Et si c’est moi le bien ? Ou bien moi le mal ?
Peut-être que l’âge éloigne, peut-être que c’est normal…
Mais heureusement…

🟤 Couplet 2
Y’a un autre type d’amis, ceux qui restent fidèles,
Qui comprennent que l’amitié, c’est d’être là, même loin d’elle.
Même s’ils partent parfois, ils sont là dans le fond,
Oui là… là, là… comme une vieille chanson.

Et là, tu penses peut-être à un, ou deux, ou trois,
Ou trois mille, ou sept milliards… pourquoi pas ?
Tout dépend de toi… de ta vision du lien,
Ta définition du mot « ami »… et c’est bien.

Et pendant que t’y es…

🔵 Refrain
Reste ! Là, même là-bas. Pars si tu veux,
Mais là, tu sais pas… ou peut-être tu sais mieux.
Dans tous les cas, c’est ni toi ni moi, tu vois,
Qui dessine les chemins de vie, alors vis, et ta vie vivra.

Ou bien c’est moi… pas moi mais "le moi",
Celui qui cherche la paix, un peu comme toi.
Et j’crois qu’en toi aussi, ce "moi" parle tout bas,
Dans ton jardin, ou ta chambre, ou peut-être même ton sofa.

Ça dépend de ta définition du mot "vie",
Alors vis… continue, même si ça vacille.
Et puis parfois… tu reviens, sans raison, sans loi,
Est-ce que c’est toi ? Ou bien la vie qui veut mon bien à moi ?

🟤 Pont 
C’est peut-être toi… non, pas toi, toi.
C’est quoi pour toi… le mot "fidèle", dis-moi ?
Forever friends ? Ou juste un passage ?
Faut-il toujours poser ces questions, à chaque âge ?

Parfois… ouais, c’est moi qui casse sans le voir,
Je détruis sans faire mal, sans vouloir décevoir.
J’fais des biens instantanés, croyant qu’ils durent toujours,
Mais ils tombent en poussière… emportés par les jours.

Et pourtant, y’en a…
Ceux qui restent.

🔵 Refrain (final)
Reste ! Là, même là-bas. Pars si tu veux,
Mais là, tu sais pas… ou peut-être tu sais mieux.
Dans tous les cas, c’est ni toi ni moi, tu vois,
Qui dessine les chemins de vie, alors vis, et ta vie vivra.

Lyriciste : 3SR

Ta Définition

Anissa Boualem brings her own poetic fire to Daba, originally written and performed by Lotus Pastel. This stunning reinterpretation blends her raw vocal honesty with a stripped-back, soulful arrangement that stays true to the spirit of the original, yet turns it into something uniquely hers. A nostalgic walk through the blues of Chefchaouen, now tinted with a Parisian melancholy.

Daba (Lotus Pastel Cover)

4. If You Leave Me (2:57)
Minimal drums, dry Rhodes, a chorus that sounds like a last call. This song is a soft ultimatum, recorded under a velvet ceiling fan.

If You Leave Me

sugar

Glitch hits race against rapid-fire beats, neon flares cut through the mix, and pitched bamboo flute lines twist like light through the alleys. Every note is sampled, spliced, and played to perfection, creating a high-speed chase through Tokyo’s red-light maze a sound both dangerous and intoxicating.

Midnight_Express

Shinjuku (Kabukichō)

With Rockability, aZzma rewrites the rules of freedom in rock form. The grunged version drips with sweat and distortion, carried by pounding bass and jagged guitars. Her vocals move between whispers and screams, shaping the track into a rebellious statement. It’s dirty, alive, and entirely hers.

Lyrics :

Intro 
- Hey Jimi, they still playin’ it safe out there?  
- Safe is dead, mama, safe is six feet under.

Couplet 1 
In the 50s they dressed so neat, 
Tied their shoes, kept their beat. 
Families framed like TV screens, 
Smilin’ faces, plastic dreams.
Then the 60s came, brushed in paint, 
Love was loud but still so quaint. 
Pretty art in Sunday clothes, 
But freedom whispered, “break those codes.”

Refrain  Rockability / set me free, 
Wild and dirty, that’s the key. 

Couplet 2 
70s hit with smoke and fire, 
Psychedelic fuel took us higher. 
Good acid, truth in every chord, 
We tore the cage, we cut the board.
Whiskey lips and freedom’s kiss, 
Stage was holy, pain was bliss. 
Screamed my soul till the lights went blind, 
Left the neat and clean behind.


Pont Plug the fuzz, light the night! 
Drink the blues, burn it right!  
Music’s mad, but music’s true, 
Rockability / it bleeds through you.

Refrain Rockability / set me free, 
Wild and dirty, that’s the key. 

Couplet 3 
I saw the 90s crawl in the street, 
Concrete beats, no shoes on their feet.
Raw and real, the underground rose, 
But the ghost of the 70s still knows.

Now the 2000s polished the flame, 
Slick machines, but never the same. 
The spirit’s a shadow, chasing the past, 
Cause the wildest fire was the 70s blast.

Refrain final Rockability / set me free, 
Wild and dirty, that’s the key. 
Rockability / don’t you see? 
The 70s live eternally. 


Outro  
“Freedom ain’t polite, honey.”  
“Turn it up till it bleeds.”  
“And ride the storm, forever.”

Rockability

Rockability (Live version) feat. Velvet Seventies

The closing passage of the album. An unplaceable instrument, playing a melody that sounds like Arabic yet belongs to no tradition. Not Malhun, not Gnawa, but something stranger the music of Sedna, echoing from another realm.

Sedna’s Music

🔮New album: ariad.bandcamp.com/album/soul-pulse
🩸Learn more: ariad-music.com/musique/soul-pulse/
This track is based especially on can percussions hover which I played keyboard. Mind Palace refers to a mnemonic technique. This is probably the last track I share here from the album SOUL PULSE which combines singing bowls, tongue drums, custom percussions and electronics. 

Soul Pulse

Mind Palace

Zero Two Seven is DA-PHONK’s encrypted odyssey. A cyber-myth where vocoded voices confess across collapsing timelines. Heavy bass collides with glitching arpeggios as cosmic echoes unravel between alien empires and forgotten codes. A track that turns raw phonk energy into a paradox of silence, neon, and fate.

Lyrics :

Verse 1

There… beneath my Beskar skin,
Lives a lucid future within.
Zero two seven carved in steel,
Across my chest, a code surreal.

A formula sung by Traveler Gods,
Passed to the Klingon angels, flawed.
Unearthed by demons dressed as men,
Mix of magic, xenotech again.

Chorus

Here comes that hyper-eternal time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I tried to hide?

Verse 2

I know I’m no Mandalorian kind,
Not Romulan blood, nor Vulcan mind.
But I have fought the Empire’s end,
And twice I watched the world descend.

No phone-box spinning through the void,
I never touched inhuman artifact.
It hung between Kronos and Naboo,
Bio-forged from Thanagar, Sakaar too.

Chorus

Here comes that meta-celestial time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I can’t deny?

Final Verse

At last I crossed the orbit of silence,
Where comets bleed equations of alliance.
No throne, no relic, no blade to claim,
Only the paradox that wears my name.

Stars collapse in binary rhyme,
Time rewinds yet skips through time.
The secret isn’t empire, war or crown,
I was the algorithm breaking down.

Zero Two Seven

Mars Tech Records

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