MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Abbey Road Studios, London: mastering

LYRICS
Hello, you
Hello, you

Are you there,
Can you hear me,
I know you're out there,
Somewhere

Had I known,
Had I known,
You’d be lost like a fleeting flame,
Had I known,
Had I known,
I’d be left calling your name

Hello, you
Hello, you
Hello, you
Hello, you

Are you there,
Can you hear me,
I know you're out there,
Somewhere

Had I known,
Had I known,
You’d be lost like a fleeting flame,
Had I known,
Had I known,
I’d be left calling your name

Hello, you
Hello, you
Hello, you
Hello, you

HELLO YOU

I feel like letting go
(Like letting go)
Go running through the shadows
Feel the breeze and feel empty
But I want to make life easy

Some days I just lose my glow
(I lose it slow)
Slow thoughts like a river's flow
Tears fall where the dark winds flee
But I try to hold on gently
  
Go, running through the shadows
Go, chasing after echoes
Let's build a brand new glow
Let's free the seeds we sow

When I feel like letting go
(Like letting go)
I remember seeds still grow
If I feel the breeze and feel empty
Then I breathe and hold on steady

The fire I hold and seal
(I keep it strong)
Strong enough to keep it inside
No storm can break, no night can steal
Nor make me cast it aside

Go, running through the shadows
Go, chasing after echoes
Let's build a brand new glow
Let's free the seeds we sow

I feel like letting go
(Go, running through the shadows)
I feel like letting go
(Let's build a brand new glow)
(Let's free the seeds we sow)
I feel like letting go
(Go, chasing after echoes)
(Let's free the seeds we sow)
The seeds we sow
(Let's free the seeds we sow)

Letting Go

Sure, I know we’re miles apart. Yes, I know, it broke your heart.
Were we wrong to even start, or was it worth the effort that it took?
We were young, we thought we knew just enough to get us through.
There were scares, we had a few, but we always played it by the book.
But we both know the love we had is dying.
I don’t care, I still believe in trying.

It was easy way back then, what we didn’t understand
Just how hard it is to plan for a future with unlimited subplots.
Still we thought we had it made, after all the price we paid
We assumed it’d never fade, sometimes warm, but most times burning hot
But we both know the love we had is dying.
I don’t care, I still believe in trying.

Falling in love doesn’t take much effort.
Just one look, sometimes that’s enough.
I saw you, I believed you saw me too.
Maybe not enough to fall in love.

Speculation ends right here, let me make it crystal clear.
Of all the things that I hold dear, the love I have for you is at the top.
Lovers come and lovers go, jump in deep or take it slow.
I believe we already know this is not a love that can be easily stopped.
But we both know the love we had is dying.
I don’t care, I still believe in trying.

I Still Believe (In Trying)

Song challenge - Week 5 - Hozier

Des mots à double sens pour cette chanson  délicate..
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/3OMAy0TRSnw1dIcpIHBQWa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIRppFNId68
Paroles:
Au temps des saisons romantiques,
J'étais toujours l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est sans issue,
La rhétorique est bien connue.
Dans le parfum des mirabelles,
Je consommais l'amour précoce,
Au matin me faisais la belle,
On me traitait de sale gosse.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.

Au temps des saisons atypiques,
Je ne suis plus l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est un non sens,
Comme une effluve de l'enfance.
Le paradoxe est à venir,
J'aime le temps des anicroches.
Ou se mêlaient les souvenirs,
Les soupirs et les double croches.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de nous.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète.


A refined song that evokes a certain romanticism, in which words and their meaninglessness are important.
Lyrics:
In the time of the romantic seasons,
I was always the ace of spades.
To love love is a way out,
The rhetoric is well known.
In the scent of mirabelle plums,
I consummated precocious love,
In the morning I was beautiful,
I was called a bad kid.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to fly without the slightest jubilation,
It's letting the world get rid of everything.

In the time of atypical seasons,
I'm no longer the ace of spades.
To love love is nonsense,
like a scent of childhood.
The paradox is yet to come,
I like the time of hiccups.
Where memories were mingled,
the sighs and the sixteenth notes.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It's to go away without
 the slightest jubilation is to let the world get rid of everything. It's letting time get rid of us. Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer.

Le bas filé

Lyrics by Kenton Hall
Music by Kenton Hall, Marion Fleetwood & Chris Ilett


How do you get someone out of your head
If they’ve been drunk or mad enough to share your bed
Is there a book I'm supposed to have read
That explains it all?

Should I stride down the street with a confident gait?
With my heart set to stone and my tongue to berate?
Puffed up with pride and relying on fate
To cushion my fall

Cause I know that I'm just as dumb as a brick
Cause I'm too old to be feeling this dizzy and sick
And I know I might have made a damned fool of myself
But darling you helped

How do you get someone out of your heart
When the ending’s commenced before anything starts
Is there a way we can skip to the part
Where this all makes sense?

Cause I know that I'm just as dumb as a brick
Cause I'm too old to be feeling this dizzy and sick
And I know I might have made a damned fool of myself
But darling you helped

Am I making this harder, than it needs to be?
I could play it much smarter
But that wouldn’t be me.

Oh and I know that I'm just as dumb as a brick
And I'm too old to be feeling this dizzy and sick
And I know I might have made a damned fool of myself
But darling you helped

Oh and I know that I'm just as dumb as a brick
Cause I'm too old to be feeling this dizzy and sick
And I know I might have made a damned fool of myself
But darling you helped
Darling you helped.
credits


from Idiopath, released January 31, 2023
Kenton Hall: Guitars, Bass, Piano, Vocals
Marion Fleetwood: Strings
Chris Ilett: Programming

https://kentonhallthenecessarymeasures.bandcamp.com/

Dumb As A Brick

Ah, lune.
You got me howling at the moon
You got me walking on eggshells.
You got me crying out so loud.
All my days.
Fly by. 
It's just an ointment for the fly.
It's just a moon beam in the eye.
Another reason to ask why.
Am I dreaming?

I just wish that I could be.
The man that I wanna be.
But, everything has beaten me through.
Pulled me down.
Off the Moon.
To the Earth.
I don't give a damn about.
All the things I went without.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
How about you?
Will you lift off to the Moon?

Ah, lune.
You got me singing out of tune. 
Bleeding out by the way side.
Searching somewhere for your light.
In this night.
I can't do right...

Ah, lune. 
I don't care for you, baby.
I wouldn't want you to save me. Yeah.
I wouldn't ask you to stay.
All my days are grey.

While I am too blind to see.
All the things I wanna be.
One hand swings, the other hangs free.
Pull me down.
From the Moon.
To the Earth.
I wish I was setting too.
Something that I'd like to do.
But everything is broken and blue.
How about you?
Would you lift me to the Moon?

Ah, lune.
I lay here staring at the Moon.
What the hell am I to do now?
Fold up space and just go?
Too much to tow.
So, I just lay.
And, I a-wasted all my days.
I've got nowt meaningful to say.
and I don't mean it anyway.
Oh, my days...

I just need to work it out.
What is there to dream about?
When all their hands are reaching to you.
Trying to pull me down.
From the Moon.
Back to the earth.
You dont seem to care, I could 
Be, working for the greater good.
No matter what you say, I should do.
How about you?
Would you lift me to the Moon?

Song challenge - Week 5 - Hozier

South Beach