Name: S1-EPS 07 -THE STRENGTH OF THE LENS - DIOPTER - ROOMROCK 3 SONGS PODCAST by BE|AH
Duration: 17 min 40 s
Description: S1-EPS 7-THE STRENGTH OF THE LENS - SOUTH CAROLINA USA DIOPTER ALT-ROCK

Laissez-vous emporter par la douce tempête de Mahee, notre nouvelle composition au piano et aux violons.

Comme le disait si bien l'artiste et philosophe John Ruskin:

'Ceux qui font la route pensent à ceux qui l'emprunteront, ceux qui font la musique pensent à ceux qui l'écouteront.'

Nous avons donc essayé de capturer l'essence des tempêtes marines dans notre musique, tout en y ajoutant une touche de douceur grâce aux instruments classiques, pour vous offrir une expérience musicale mémorable.

Nous espérons que cette vidéo vous plaira et que vous prendrez plaisir à écouter notre musique. Si vous avez apprécié notre travail, n'hésitez pas à liker la vidéo, à vous abonner à notre chaîne et à laisser un commentaire. Vous pouvez également nous contacter pour toute collaboration ou autre raison à l'adresse suivante: Contact : mythmakerprod@gmail.com

Merci de votre soutien et de votre intérêt pour notre musique !

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Mahee

No way out

The windows were rattled by excuses in transit
No one was ever named
Coffee was poured, then cooled by inert stares
Responsibility was evaded
Our history was footnoted in parentheses
Subjects were dropped like lost keys
Hearts were tangled in disclaimers
Ownership was never claimed

Objects were acted upon 
While actors hid behind thin clauses
Clarity was deferred
Uncertainty was preferred

Mistakes were made
Feelings were hurt
Blame was implied but not assigned
Actions were questioned
Voices were silenced
Responsibility was never delivered

Our arguments were catalogued in passive tone
No culprit to convict
The garden was neglected-watering was missed
Hands were nowhere to be found
Promises were tucked into envelopes stamped "Pending"
Deliveries untracked
Every door was left ajar
Closures were postponed by unnamed causes

Boundaries were blurred
Culpability dispersed
No subject stood firm

Mistakes were made
Feelings were hurt
Blame was implied but not assigned
Actions were questioned
Voices were silenced
Responsibility was never delivered

See how the verbs collapse when the doers disappear
How the sentences stagger without a subject to steer
This story was written in passive ink
And so its meaning was left indistinct

Mistakes were made
Feelings were hurt
Blame was implied but not assigned
Actions were questioned
Voices were silenced
Responsibility was never delivered

Passive Voice Was Used

S1-EPS 7-THE STRENGTH OF THE LENS - SOUTH CAROLINA USA DIOPTER ALT-ROCK

S1-EPS 07 -THE STRENGTH OF THE LENS -  DIOPTER - ROOMROCK 3 SONGS PODCAST

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone/Glass

Ce titre, composé en collaboration avec Myckaël Marcovic (paroles)https://soundcloud.com/myckael-marcovic/tracks, se veut un hymne à la liberté. Le refrain, à lui seul et magnifiquement écrit,  nous permet de comprendre l’essence du propos de ce titre et de ce que veut  dire le mot liberté. La musique, un peu rock, est allégée par des vents qui rappellent les belles années du groupe Chicago.
REFRAIN :
On n’emprisonne pas le vent…    venant de l’ouest ou du levant.
J’ai toujours été arrimée… aux ailes de la liberté.


This title, composed in collaboration with Myckaël Marcovic (lyrics), is intended as an hymn to freedom. The chorus, in itself and beautifully written, allows us to understand the essence of the purpose of this title and what the word freedom means. The music, a bit rock, is lightened by winds that remind of the beautiful years of the group Chicago.
CHORUS:
We can't imprison the wind... coming from the west or the 'levant' (french word for east, sunrise).
I have always been anchored... to the wings of freedom.






Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Myckaël Marcovic : Paroles
Denis Caouette : musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
André Lessard : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation

SI TU VEUX SAVOIR
A Dominique Briand
Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 juin 2020


Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Suis les saisons, suis la rivière
Qui chante et danse dans son lit
Se riant des vaines colères.

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Essaie de suivre ce nuage
Qui a toujours la même envie
De caresser des paysages.

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis…    écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie…         pour une école buissonnière.

                                               
On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Regarde encore dans ton miroir
Pour y retrouver l’utopie
Le cœur ardent de mon espoir

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Il te faudra de la patience
Car jamais mon cœur ne frémit
Pour ceux qui manquent d’élégance 

On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté…         

…aux ailes de la liberté…                     aux ailes de la liberté…


Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté…
 
Maintenant tu sais qui je suis
Comme un bateau mi-eau, mi-air
Pleins de rêves inassouvis
Mais qu’aucun port ne pourra taire

Nannanananananana !

On n’emprisonne pas le vent…              on n’emprisonne pas le vent…

PHONOGRAPHE

Si tu veux savoir

Bit of a disclaimer... I can't speak or understand Spanish, I just Google translated my lyrics until it sounded alright. So apologies if it's all total nonsense. Just basically for a bit of a laugh and to mix it up a bit because I was playing a nylon string guitar.


LYRICS 

Caminando en sombras del amanecer,
el viento susurra lo que fue ayer,
mis pasos vacíos no tienen control,
la luz se esconde tras el farol,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Las estrellas caen en su prisión,
brillan un segundo, luego son dolor,
la noche se traga cada emoción,
grita el silencio sin redención,
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Promesas rotas flotan en el mar,
sin rumbo fijo, sin un hogar,
el alma tiembla sin dirección,
perdida en su propia confusión
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
el cielo negro nunca verá el sol.

Translation (Google)

Walking in the shadows of dawn,
the wind whispers what was yesterday,
my empty steps have no control,
the light hides behind the lantern,
the black sky will never see the sun.

The stars fall into their prison,
they shine for a second, then they are pain,
the night swallows every emotion,
the silence screams without redemption,
the black sky will never see the sun.

Broken promises float in the sea,
without a fixed course, without a home,
the soul trembles without direction,
lost in its own confusion
the black sky will never see the sun.

Son, I cannot explain what I have done.
I can never tell you where I've gone.
All that I will leave is this guitar.
The black sky will never see the sun.

El cielo negro

The Number

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Aries (prod.neverl0se)

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The lyrics move between fleeting golden mornings, rose-filled gardens, and shared struggles in “the same sinking boat,” offering a bittersweet reflection on beauty, hardship, and resilience. Despite the rain, ruin, and distance, the song carries a persistent optimism — a reminder that the best is yet to come.

For fans of Billy Bragg, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Bright Eyes, Damien Rice, Iron & Wine.

Genre Keywords:
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S1-EPS 07 -THE STRENGTH OF THE LENS - DIOPTER - ROOMROCK 3 SONGS PODCAST

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