Superbe song et une parfaite réalisation musicale. Magnifiques voix. Très beau travail. Grand bravo.

Wow! This song is so beautiful 😍 🤩 👌

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

A little bird told me you had left this town
And no one knew where you had gone
So many rumors everywhere
They all talked about you, when you weren't there

But little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Sharp tongues on the little birds
They spoke very loudly, made sure they were heard
"What have you done?"
"Why did you leave?"
While you were hiding, the little birds screamed

Little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Fake little birds.....

Fake little birds....

Fake Little Birds

My daughter is now eleven but when she was 4 or 5 years old, I was trying to learn Spanish (but then life got in the way) and as we brushed our teeth every night, I would sing a silly song “Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios”.  I’m sure it’s a terrible translation but recently the song popped into my head and this weekend, and I thought it might be fun to attempt to turn it into a complete song.
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Instruments 
Guitar Strumming Track:  Taylor 114ce
Guitar (Playing Midi Keyboard) Native Instruments Electric Mint Celtic Castle Melody Guitar
Organ (Playing Midi keyboard): Logic Pro Classic Rock Organ
Native Instruments Electric Keys Diamond (Playing Midi Keyboard)
Drums EZ Drummer 3
Bass PG Music Midi track played with Native Instruments Rickenbaker Bass 
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Cover photo: Adobe express stock image.
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When I was a kid, I really wish I’d listened to my parent’s advice
They said brush your teeth carefully or someday you’ll pay the price
I was trying to learn a little bit of Spanish, so I thought I’ d write my daughter a little song
I’m not sure it’s grammatically correct and I bet the pronunciation is wrong
Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios
Open your mouth, wash your teeth, white, white very clean 
I know you’re just a little kid and it’s hard for you to comprehend
But if you don’t brush your teeth every day, there’s lots of Novocain around the bend
I really hope you take heed of the lessons that I’ve learned 
If you eat too much candy like Icharus flying to close to the sun, you’ll get burned
Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios
Open your mouth, wash your teeth, white, white very clean 
First you need a filling and then you need a crown
Every year your dental health keeps going down
You sit in that chair, and it’s drill baby drill
The candy tastes good but it’s a bitter pill
They say in the future we’ll regrow our pearly whites
But until that day comes, you’d better take my advice 
Abre la boca, lava tus dientes blancos blancos muy limpios

Abre La Boca (Brush Your Teeth)

The Joker

Cards are flying in the smoky air
Shadows dancing but nobody cares
The table's hot
The stakes are cold
The stories whispered are as good as gold
[Prechorus] Eyes like daggers
Hearts on fire
Who’s the liar
Who’s the buyer
[Chorus] Aces high
Let 'em fly
All or nothing
Do or die
Aces high
Feel the rush
The room goes silent
Then the crush

Aces high .mp3

Love In The Universe

Floating On The Air

Homecoming

Old Record

✧☽ Vessel of Infinity ☾✧

No Parachute

“Tick-Tock” paints a haunting portrait of a world unraveling — flooded cities, burning skies, and digital dreams gone cold. With sharp, cinematic images and a quiet sense of fatalism, the lyrics capture both chaos and eerie beauty. This is not a call to action, but a whispered observation: the end might already be here, and we’re dancing in its glow.

Ein poetischer Abgesang auf eine Welt am Abgrund.
„Tick-Tock“ beschreibt in eindringlichen Bildern den schleichenden Zusammenbruch unserer Zeit – steigende Fluten, brennende Horizonte, verlorene Götter und eine Menschheit, die in Bildschirmen versinkt. Die Lyrics kombinieren apokalyptische Visionen mit leiser Poesie und einer fast resignierten Klarheit. Kein Protest, kein Trost – nur das Gefühl: Vielleicht ist es schon zu spät. Und doch tanzen wir weiter.

Tick-Tock

Sirens singing in the dead of night
Smoke crawls in through the bathroom light
A baby’s cry in a flickering flat
TV glows with another collapse

Red sky bleeding over desert roads
Another line drawn, another one blows
Preacher screams, but the gods are gone
And the news just plays the same old song

Let the satellites fall like cherry stones
Let the wolves in, we’re home alone
Let the ocean knock at the 13th floor
No god cares about our war
Let it all come down, come down in style
We’ll build a new world in the rubble pile

Oceans rising like they’ve had enough
Storms don’t knock, they just kick the door rough
Kids grow old before they learn to drive
Everyone’s armed just to stay alive

Tick-tock, it’s not just time that’s slippin’
The Earth’s been talkin’ but nobody’s listenin’
We got gods made of gold, eyes full of screens
Trading real life for digital dreams
We light a match just to see in the dark
Then act surprised when it all falls apart

Tick-tock, the clocks all blink and stall  
Tick-tock, no one's left to call

Let the satellites fall like cherry stones  
Let the wolves in, we’re home alone  
Let the ocean knock at the 13th floor  
No god cares about our war  
Let the lights go out, let the silence hum  
Let the last song play on a broken drum  
Let it all come down, soft as a sigh  
We’ll build a new world where the old one died

In the glow of what we couldn’t save
We draw hearts on a collapsin’ grave


Tick-Tock

I've been chasing sound since the day I ran away from home. 
While most kids were in school, I was digging through crates in record stores - learning rhythm, rebellion, and the raw truth music could carry. By 13, I was sleeping in nightclubs. By 15, I was behind the decks, DJ-ing to survive and to feel something real.

In the 1980's, I became part of Belgium's early electronic wave - spinning vinyl before it was a scene.

But life, as it does, took me away from the spotlight. Still, the music never stopped playing in me.

Now, after all these years, I'm back. Producing my own tracks. No rules, no formulas - just decades of sound, scars, and soul poured into every beat.

For those who've ever felt like outsiders...
For those who live through sound...

This is for you.
The beat goes on. And so do I.

Old Record

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