Evocation Of A Pleasant Discovery

" TOMORROW'S SONG "

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This is my latest downtempo pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

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William Shakespeare - "Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war (Sonnet 46)"

"Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,—
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes—
But the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To ’cide this title is impaneled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye’s moiety and the dear heart’s part:
As thus; mine eye’s due is thy outward part,
And my heart’s right thy inward love of heart."

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Lyrics:
(Wash nine Wash miles)
(Wash up on the riverbank)
(Hinges)

It washed up on the riverbank last night
A frail bodied, weean donny
Back scared on the shoulder blades
He couldn't speak a word of our tongue
So we took him in, gave him clothes
He hid whenever he saw the sun

The town called him a devil
A beast born in the words
They said he killed the first borns
With the famine a decade back
He used to have wings
And answered only to Samael

He seemed only nine years old
His face cracked like an abby arch
The fog cast a concrete spell
I new kind of transparent saint, he sat
With the face of a messianic, martyred star

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

But then he stood up, skin half dripping off
His frail body broke the rope
And dropped down from the bonfire
He crawled from the sun, the villagers fled
Half way through the woods
We found him with stubs on his back

He looked to the sky,
He aged a thousand years

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

His face contorted, he screamed out in pain
The nubs grew, the blood spewed
He raised in the air, the nubs grew feathers
His feet left the floor and he burst into ashes

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

ANTI MERIDIAN

DON'T GIVE UP

C'est un regard très personnel que je porte sur l'affaire Christian Ranucci, avec juste une guitare flangée.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fli0VOnvzeg
Paroles:
Son prénom me revient,
Il ressemble tant au mien.
Et sa vie, quelque part,
Me poursuit, c'est bizarre.
Ca s' passe de commentaires,
Ces années sans lumière,
Ces plaidoiries obscures,
Qui se heurtent à un mur. 
Ya bien des choses qu'on peut,
Expliquer sans un Dieu,
Ce jour là aux assises,
Ce n'était pas de mise.

76, une année, un prénom,
76, un procès, la passion.
76 une année, une vie retirée,
La jeunesse égorgée, par la lame acérée.
76 un matin, ou j'ai plus cru à rien, 
Surtout pas au destin, qu'un semblable détient.
76, une année, un prénom.

Et bien sur la douleur,
Du crime, dans son horreur.
Mais aussi, cette haine,
Que la presse déchaine.
Les années ont passé,
Sur ce brûlant dossier,
Sans que rien ne transpire,
Et c'est bien là le pire.
Christian dans l 'agonie,
A maintes fois maudit,
Sans que les choses bougent,
L' homme au pull over rouge.
L' homme au pull over rouge.

76, une année, un prénom,
76, un procès, la passion.
76 une année, une vie retirée,
76 un matin, ou j'ai plus cru à rien, à rien.
76, une année, un prénom.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

Once is not customary but I wanted to interpret this song and my very personal view on the Ranucci case with just a flanged guitar.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fli0VOnvzeg
Lyrics:
His name comes back to me,
He looks so much like mine
.And his life, somewhere,
Follows me, it's strange.
It goes without saying,
These years without light,
These obscure pleadings,
That hit a wall.
There are many things we can,
Explain without a God,
That day at the hearings,
It wasn't appropriate.

76, a year, a name,
 76, a trial, the passion.
 76 a year, a withdrawn life,
 The youth slaughtered, by the sharp blade.
 76 a morning, when I believed in nothing anymore,
 Especially not in fate, which a similar one holds.
 76, a year, a name.

And of course the pain,
Of the crime, in its horror.
But also, this hatred,
That the press unleashes.
The years have gone by,
On this burning file,
Without anything leaking,
And that's the worst of it.
Christian in agony,
Cursed many times,
Without anything changing,
The man in the red sweater.
The man in the red sweater.

76, a year, a name, 
76, a trial, passion.
 76 a year, a withdrawn life,
 76 a morning,
 when I believed in nothing, in nothing.
 76, a year, a name.

Christian PERUTI
author, composer, performer

76,une année, un prénom

💃 “I’ll Sit on Your Lap” — an explosive cocktail of seduction and music.
There’s no room for doubt — the game has begun, and you’re already in it.
This song takes you to a world where every move brings you closer to a sweet adventure.
If you’re ready to take the risk and let the music take over you, just hit play… and remember: I’ll sit on your lap. 🔥

Lyrics of the song
https://www.lyrics.com/sublyric/191241

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I'll sit on your lap

Split In Two

Naked

It’s been a while
It’s been a while since I’ve been dreaming
Locked in time 
I slip away 

It’s been a while 
It’s been a life since I’ve seen me
Those who were with me
Lost my trace

Feeling you around
Made me little piece
Breaking to stars
All my realities 

Coming out of night 
Burn of your kiss
Switched on the lights
All over galaxies 

Made of my love
Made of my blood
I stay naked 
Boy in my bones 
Girl in my heart
I stay naked

It’s been a while 
It’s been a while since I’ve been breathing
Through all the black and whites, 
Like a color blind
Began to see 

It takes a while 
It takes a life to become a human
And there is a child
Who never cries
Inside of me

Feeling you around
Made me little piece
Breaking to stars
All my realities 

Coming out of night 
Burn of your kiss
Switched on the lights
All over galaxies 

Made of my love
Made of my blood
I stay naked 
Boy in my bones 
Girl in my heart
I stay naked


… it takes a life …

Naked

Produced by Roze
Cover Art by Raven Moran & Jac
Mixed and Mastered by Patrick D. Carter

listen on spotify https://open.spotify.com/track/3uBtbFfoZ1jCtIbVUcTKDj

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