Sophie and I stripped it all down – raw chords, bare emotions. “Stay Under (Unplugged)” is now on YouTube.
🎧 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8yT1ZL4QWxk

After over 10,000 listens to the original version with Laura Maren (https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/burning-inside-feat-laura-maren) Burning Inside returns in a stripped-down and even more visceral guise.
This acoustic version lays the song bare, letting every crack, every unsaid word, every flame that burns inside emerge.

A raw and intimate grunge, where the voice becomes confession and the silence burns as much as the sound.
For those who loved the original: this is the same soul, but without skin.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie Ellison

Lyrics
[Verse]
The ash is falling like a blackened snow
The fire’s inside me
It won’t let go
My veins are rivers
They're running red
A pyre ignites the thoughts in my head

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Verse 2]
A scream is rising but it makes no sound
The smoke’s a shroud that pulls me down
Every ember whispers
It knows my name
The heat’s a lover and it plays the game

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

[Bridge]
The walls are melting
The shadows crawl
I see my face in the fire’s thrall
Every spark a secret
A truth untold
This inferno’s mine
It’s fierce and cold

[Chorus]
I’m burning inside
Can’t run
Can’t hide
The flames won’t die
I’m burning inside

Burning inside unplugged version

Streaming/Downloads: https://push.fm/fl/0oxdwh7f

In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

Le lapin en papier

Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Circumambulate

"19th. Degree Blues" (Jack Miller) [06.02.25]

19th. Degree Blues [06.02.25]

התבואי אהבה

Lyrics : Walker
Music, Vocals & Production : Sarah Paradise-Brown

This is a very personal song to Walker, written entirely by him. The lyrics are his, and his original vocal and music idea helped shape the overall feel. I reworked the melody slightly and produced the music, aiming to stay true to the emotion behind his beautiful words. It was a real privilege to be part of bringing this to life.

Be sure to check out Walker’s other work. He’s a fantastic person and a truly talented songwriter.  https://soundcloud.com/user-329901696

Saw a photograph of you 
smiling like you used to
you'll sail the waters 
and reach the other side 
still smiling .
got a feeling deep for you 
something no one else can feel
i'll wait for sunrise 
to shed a little light on things

all you need now 
is a hand to hold 
all you need now 
is a friend 
is a friend ..

Got a feeling you could be 
all i'll ever need to see
the sun on the waters 
chasing the screams 
that taint my dreams

got a feeling deep for you 
something no one else can feel
i'll wait for sunrise 
to shed a little light on things

all you need now 
is a hand to hold 
all you need now 
is a friend 
is a friend .. 

instrumental ..

i saw a photograph of you 
smiling like you used to
you'll sail the waters 
and reach the other side 
still smiling .
got a feeling deep for you 
something no one else can steal
i'll wait for sunrise 
to shed a little light on things

all i need right now  
is a hand to hold 
all i need now  
is a friend 
is a friend 
all i need now is a friend

Friend

Big cover art by stevecutts.com

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Sand flows down the dunes of time
Land that grows is immune to crime
Hand to those in tune with the design
As sand flows down the dunes of time

Fine
I'll climb
Time after time
Shine
And climb
Time after time

I've only pain left
On the plane I left
I'd hate to reign in death
And remain blessed

Be damned your woes, from noon 'til five 
Lend your bones to a wounded desire
Spend your goals to consume some more life
And rent imposed, soon the land will be mine

Sand flows down the dunes of time
Land that grows is immune to crime
Hand to those in tune with the design
As sand flows down the dunes of time

I've only pain left
On the plane I left
I'd hate to reign in death
And remain blessed

///////////JULY2025

21st Century Sisyphean Mantra

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/quiero-ir-a-alaskaversion-original-ver-texto

Quiero ir a Alaska

Era un día después de puente
y se oía gritar a Vicente:
venga chavales, menos hablar
que ya es lunes y hay que trabajar.

En una mesa Chupito a Juan
le comentaba la gran novedad:
hay que ir a Alaska a reglar un rodillo 
y quieren que vaya con el abuelito.
Ilusionado el joven Chupito 
cantaba así.

Estribillo

Quiero ir a Alaska con Abraham
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Herrera
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Aznar
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.

Quiero ir a Alaska con el Ramón
Quiero ir a Alaska con el Fortea
Quiero ir a Alaska con Pasamón 
Quiero ir a Alaska con el que sea.


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Chupito soñaba con ese viaje
y le pedía el permiso a su padre
que extrañado, antes de dar
el visto bueno, se fue a comprobar.

Ya en la empresa osó preguntar
¿es fantasía o realidad?
no había viaje ni había rodillo
sólo la broma de un listillo.
Desilusionado el pobre Chupito
clamaba así.

Estribillo 

I Want to Go to Alaska

It was the day after a long weekend
and Vicente could be heard shouting:
Come on, kids, stop talking
because it's Monday and we have to work.

At a table, Chupito was telling Juan
the big news:
we have to go to Alaska to fix a rolling pin
and they want me to go with Grandpa.
Excited, young Chupito
sang like this.

Chorus

I want to go to Alaska with Abraham
I want to go to Alaska with Herrera
I want to go to Alaska with Aznar
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

I want to go to Alaska with Ramón
I want to go to Alaska with Fortea
I want to go to Alaska with Pasamón
I want to go to Alaska with whoever.

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Chupito dreamed of that trip
and asked his father for permission
who, surprised, went to check before giving
the go-ahead.

Once at the company, he dared to ask
Is it fantasy or reality?
There was no trip, nor was there a rolling pin,
just a clever kid's joke.
Disillusioned, poor Chupito
cried out like this.

Chorus

Circumambulate

Mike Dedrick