Our heartbeat carries ancient messages from the Collective Unconscious. This poem reveals how our most basic biological rhythms connect us to universal human experience and cosmic patterns.


Heartbeat Morse Code

[ intro instrumental ]
life is like a holliday, 
if you feel it all this way, 
someone ask you what's the time, 
answer fly somewhere far from your mind,

don't care about hours an days
[ bridge]
months and years pass by, 
[ bridge] [ drop ]
and you just stay

life is like a movie where you took a hero's part, saving the world?  it means nothing
your role is here and you keep that part

[ instrumental intermezzo ]

no fears, no tears, no worries
your heart is beating 
your eyes are open
full breath oxygen flows
and you  feel you'r alive again
[ bridge]
you are strong 
[ bridge ]
and ready now.

life is like a holliday, if you feel it all this way, someone ask you what's the time, 
answer fly somwhere far from your mind,
[ bridge]
don't care about hours an days
[bridge]
months and years pass by, 
and you just stay

[ outro ]

No fears -no worries, do not care about months and days.

Man leaves woman after avowing forever love. He's a cad. She's sad. Her friends warned her. Listen to your friends. 

Full Moon Shining

Reality

Chaque note est un pas dans ce rêve suspendu, chaque mot une confession murmurée à la nuit..
C’est une échappée douce vers un ailleurs intime, où le cœur s’emballe et se perd, où l’amour se fait lumière..

Oh Kaline 🎶

Man is head over heels in love, i.e. "Just One Love" and he's singing her praises. He's not really at the Eiffel Tower, but it's in the lyrics. You'll have to listen to learn more.

Just One Love

Life and its inevitable twists and turns is, quite literally, a mystery for most of us. We try our best to manage the mystery to our advantage and with varying degrees of success. This song explores some of the challenges and ends with sage advice: Live Your Mystery Well. Worth thinking about...just sayin'

Live Your Mystery Well

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's sequence of 36 sonnets "Fungi from Yuggoth", which was published complete in Beyond the Wall of Sleep (Sauk City, Wisconsin: Arkham House, 1943, 395–407). Most of the sonnets were written between 27 December 1929 – 4 January 1930; thereafter individual sonnets appeared in Weird Tales and other genre magazines.

Lyrics:

I found the book in shadowed dust, where no sane hand should pry,
Its pages breathed with burning words and stars that never die.
I fled through alleys drenched in fog, the tome pressed to my chest,
The skies grew warped, the stones alive, as terror stole my rest.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

An altar rose through dreaming fog, with shapes too strange to name,
The daemon called from out the void, and I, in madness, came.
Through gulfs where ancient forces stir, he led my soul in flight,
And showed the death behind the stars, the end beyond all light.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

He walked through fire and whispering voids where ancient empires fell,
A thousand voices cried through him, like echoes out of hell.
He showed the stars beyond the stars, then tore the veil apart,
And left the world in silent ash, with madness in its heart. 

Underneath the Void

Man tells the world why he loves his woman and this emotion is especially intense in the still of the night. Hmm, that may explain the song's title. This is a slow, dreamy dream pop tune with crooning vocals and great crying guitar riffs. Give it a listen if that appeals to you. Thanks. 

In the Still of the Night

Entre Sable et Sel, Chroniques d'Oléron" est le premier album de Lene Couneau, une artiste virtuelle née de l'imagination de Guillaume, passionné aux racines oléronaises.
Cet album est une déclaration d'amour à l'île d'Oléron, surnommée "La Lumineuse" pour sa lumière si particulière. À travers diverses chansons, Lene Couneau explore les multiples facettes de ce joyau de l'Atlantique : la mélancolie poétique de ses plages en hiver, la douceur de vivre de ses villages, l'énergie festive de ses soirées d'été, et la beauté sauvage de sa nature préservée.
Naviguant entre une folk-pop acoustique intime et une pop estivale légère et sophistiquée, l'album est une invitation au voyage, à la contemplation et au rêve. Les mélodies, portées par des guitares délicates, des pianos chaleureux et des touches de saxophone aérien, créent une atmosphère unique, à la fois nostalgique et lumineuse.
"La Lumineuse" est plus qu'un simple album ; c'est une expérience immersive, une balade sonore au cœur d'une île qui ne cesse de fasciner et d'inspirer.
Crédits :
Musique et paroles par Guillaume, avec l'assistance de l'IA.
Voix et interprétation par Lene Couneau, artiste virtuelle.

Marais et secrets

Era una tarde lluviosa de febrero,
todavía recuerdo su mesa,
estaba en la casa de ella,
cuando me invitó a ver el futuro.

Con la mente en paz y en blanco,
cerré los ojos y agarre sus manos,
y me vi en la cima de una montaña,
no supe si era de tarde o de mañana.

Observaba con una perfecta calma,
estaba distinto, no era porque me veia mas viejo,
sino que era alguien que todo lo observaba,
éramos muchos los que observábamos.

Era una gran ola, tan imponente
una gran ola, tan monstruosa,
se comía la ciudad a toda prisa,
mientras nos golpeaba una fuerte brisa.

No entendía porqué la veía,
mi ciudad esta a 1500 kilómetros
del mar, no entendía, 
mi ciudad no es ciudad de puertos.

De pronto y no sé cómo
podía ver como el agua iba destruyendo,
vi a las personas correr, escapando del agua,
no podían escapar, era tarde.

Y fue entonces cuando podía sentir
su desesperación, su dolor,
y de nuevo, el dolor de otros
son los que me traen de vuelta. 

En mi ciudad somos varios,
los que vemos lo mismo,
lo que sueñan como algo fijo,
esa gran ola comiendo la ciudad

Tucumán está a 1500 km,
mil quinientos de distancia al mar,
no sé qué lo ocaciona,
solo que ésta vision me ha perseguido.

Desde la cima de la montaña vi llegar la gran ola

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

Full Moon Shining

Dream Pop Productions