Motivation

Lonely

Montez à bord de notre pédalo!
Jump on our pedalboat!

Lyrics (translation test) Climatic ballad!

It’s not normal
It’s way too hot
Tropical days for everyone
Glaciers melting too soon
The southern lands already drowned
We’re cutting down trees / we’re digging underwater
Only To stuff one animal
In our not-so-global fishbowl
Soon, no stream will flow anymore
 On my banjo
I couldn’t care less 
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
On my banjo
I’m trying hard
I do like the birds, like the cicadas
Despite tropical cyclones
They invite you to dance on cruise ships
In the newspaper, on the radio
They praise the frugal, they sell you the warehouse
Turn on the AC, switch on the fan
Or play Russian roulette at the casino
We all want to die as eco-friendly men
But not too fast, as Georges sang at Bobino
On my pedal boat
I’m the one pedaling 
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat
I’m trying hard
No more birds, no more cicadas
A banal depressing ballad
Great fatigue from these scenarios
Wanting to bury my head in the sand
Dancing a ballet of daft ostriches 
On my banjo I’m hurting myself
No more birds, no more cicadas
On my pedal boat, I’m the one pedaling
When there’s no more water, we’ll all be in the hold

Balade climatique - Bossa

This one’s for the real ones. 🇺🇸🔥

Straight from the heart of an American patriot —
a track about grindin’ in the dark, standing tall in the storm,
and rising despite the opposition, the haters, the snakes in disguise.

While they scheme in shadows, he’s building legacy in daylight.
Every bar’s a salute to the ones he loves,
every verse a middle finger to the ones who doubted.

Hard work. No shortcuts. All heart.
This ain’t just music — it’s a mission.

Hit play and ride with someone who never folded.

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Befuddlement

A gutsy piece of pure rock from the heart. Enjoy.

We dig through the dark, reaching echoes above. Oblivion prophets; deniers of thought. Oh-oh
They call us in masses, while hunger devours. Tainted waters. Tears that belong to the lost. Oh-oh

A perfect connection. A human resolution. Flesh bound in motion, craving emotion

Politics gather, commanding the crowd. Shadows behind the screens speak out loud
Come on. Oh-oh
Cities on fire, the wind stirs the flames - burning our art, erasing our names
So come on. Oh-oh

You’re right on time A slow melody of control. Transmissions deceiving. The enemy unknown
Like vampires, they drain us, feeding on pain and they silence the voices then shift all the blame
Oh-oh-oh

A perfect connection. A human resolution. Flesh bound in motion, craving emotion

Cities in fire, the wind stirs the flames - burning our art, erasing our names. So come on. Oh-ooh
Mother of Nature, we call to you now. Return to us bringing us clarity now
Descending of flowers. Roses in blooming. Carrying power. They veil every wound
And forever more
A human resolution. Flesh bound in motion, but we still can fight

Sacred Land

Asia - I Lost My Sex

Modes About Me - Unrest

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Unrest

Modes About Me - Catacombs
Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Catacombs

// Original vocals Kateryna Andruko
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
--
Paper moths in the window pane,
Chasing the hush of a neon rain.
Your breath writes poems on my skin,
Lines undone where dreams begin.

No name for the colour between
The dusk and what we’ve never seen
A whisper left on a turning page,
A tremble just beyond the cage.

In the half-light, we dissolve,
Sketches traced in slow resolve.
Shadows bend where you and I
Forget the shape of reasons why.
No need for dawn, no room for right
We bloom like film in silver night.

Your fingers speak in minor chords,
Touch like questions never formed.
We hang between the now and not,
Hung canvases the world forgot.

The lamp hums low like a held breath,
Each sigh a step away from death.
We are unnamed, unsaved, uncaged
A fever in the margin's page.

In the half-light, we dissolve,
Sketches traced in slow resolve.
Shadows bend where you and I
Forget the shape of reasons why.
No need for dawn, no room for right
We bloom like film in silver night.

Stay until the light forgets,
We are the echo silhouettes.
Not love, not lust, but something truer
A half-light hymn in shades obscure.
--
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In The Half Light (Feat. Kateryna Andruko)

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Colours Of Perception

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