Une vie Dans La Crème Fouettée (2023 Original Version)

My first true solo track as Garret Montoya, I wanted SPOOKIE to reflect my connecting with my Chicano ethno-cultural identity, while laying down a relentless trap flow 💀

SPOOKIE

Written for my brother. A true story of addiction, love, and the ache that never fades. 

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission

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Lyric:

[Verse 1]
He gave me eyes that never sleep
To see you wrapped in someone's arms
While silence digs its echoes deep
And nothing protects me from your charms

[Chorus]
If fate had drawn a kinder line
You would share my bed at night
If the stars aligned, your hand in mine
You would raise our children in the light

[Verse 2]
He allowed me to bloom under the frost
To watch you drink from someone's flame
A garden grown and then quickly lost
While you forgot I had a name

[Chorus]
If fate had drawn a kinder line
You would share my bed at night
If the stars aligned, your hand in mine
You would raise our children in the light

[Chorus]
If fate had drawn a kinder line
You would share my bed at night
If the stars aligned, your hand in mine
You would raise our children in the light

[Outro]
But now the wind only speaks your name
A whisper of loss I can't tame

What If

Bhakti is a Sanskrit word meaning "devotion," "love," or "attachment”. It’s about a loving, emotional relationship with a personal god, and can also involve devotion to a formless ultimate reality or an enlightened being. 

I wrote these lyrics last year when I released them as a spoken word poem in a track called Divine Commedia dell-Arte.

You sent me the colours of a summer’s dawn 
On the morning of Solstice, last year. 
Wedding band gold and Bridie’s slipper pink,
Just one small, shy honeysuckle flower…
But it was enough to make your feelings clear. 

The bloom then faded, and it followed the Sun 
On its passage down to the Underworld, 
I looked every day, but no more have come. 
Yet your passion for me will last and last, 
For long after this life’s romance is done. 

You make love to me in every dimension, 
In every realm, but not, it seems, this one. 
I know you’re there, hiding in your creation 
Your love song, your maya simulation 
That masks you from the sight of my heart.
The juggler, the trickster, the mercurial mixer
Of this Venetian carnival’s Commedia Dell’arte. 

Sometimes you leave me tiny dew-drop diamonds 
To show you care, to show you’re really there 
In my night garden at dusk; then at midnight 
You come in my dreams to spirit me away
And up the stairway to paradise, 
To paradise … and your Divine Play. 

© Copyright, music and lyrics by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut,
November 2025, all rights reserved

Bhakti

We may begin with an image which has always been the favorite Hua-yen method of exemplifying the manner in which things exist.   Far away in the heavenly abode of the great god Indra, there is a wonderful net which has been hung by some cunning artificer in such a manner that it stretches out infinitely in all directions.   In accordance with the extravagant tastes of deities, the artificer has hung a single glittering jewel in each "eye" of the net, and since the net itself is infinite in dimension, the jewels are infinite in number.  There hang the jewels, glittering like stars of the first magnitude, a wonderful sight to behold.   If we now arbitrarily select one of these jewels for inspection and look closely at it, we will discover that in its polished surface there are reflected all the other jewels in the net, infinite in number.   Not only that, but each of the jewels reflected in this one jewel is also reflecting all the other jewels, so that there is an infinite reflecting process occurring.  The Hua-yen school has been fond of this image, mentioned many times in its literature, because it symbolizes a cosmos in which there is an infinitely repeated interrelationship among all the members of the cosmos. This relationship is said to be one of simultaneous mutual identity and mutual inter-causality.
This review of the book "Hua-yen Buddism" by Francis H. Cook, PA State University Press, 1977 in the magazine The CoEvolution Quarterly, No. 22 Summer 1979 inspired this tune.

Net of Jewels

Lyrics:

The lights on the tree
They flicker and fade
Shadows stretch long
Where memories are made
An empty room
A hollow sound
No laughter
No footsteps
Just silence around

Why am I forgotten
On this cold Christmas Eve
Left with my questions
My heart on my sleeve
Where did they go
Where could they be
Why am I forgotten
Is it them or is it me

The sofa sinks low
It remembers my weight
Tears trace the wrinkles that time etched in my face
The clock ticks slow
Mocking my grief
Each second a whisper
A stolen belief

I hung the stockings
I lit the flame
But no one answered when I called their name

Why am I forgotten
On this cold Christmas Eve
Left with my questions
My heart on my sleeve
Where did they go
Where could they be
Why am I forgotten
Is it them or is it me

The carolers sing somewhere out in the night
Their voices are warm but they’re far from my sight
I reach for the past
But it’s slipping away
Like snow in my hand
It won’t ever stay

Why am I forgotten
On this cold Christmas Eve
Left with my questions
My heart on my sleeve
Where did they go
Where could they be
Why am I forgotten
Is it them or is it me
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Track: Forgotten on Christmas Eve
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Forgotten on Christmas Eve

Bunyangabu Connect: - to sit deep in the bush and see the world so clearly, with your finger on the pulse - needing connection to be able to communicate so - that you can talk longingly about all the possibilities the future points towards, slowly as on a new and dangerous course.

Bunyangabu Connect

A voice speaks from the middle of grief not the loud kind, but the quiet kind that you maybe can hear in empty rooms and unasked questions. 
The song follows someone walking through the spaces a loved one left behind, imagining how life might have felt if they had stayed. 
Every hallway, 
every chair, 
every silent corner,
is a reminder of what once was.

Two friends still wait in the shadows of memory, hoping for a return that will never come. 
The song keeps circling the same impossible question: “What if you never left?”
Would their lives look different? 
Would the light still be there? 
Would laughter still survive?

As the story unfolds, reality breaks through the dream. 
Time has moved on yet the longing remains. 
The bridge cracks the illusion, showing acceptance mixed with ache.

It’s a song about absence, the weight of remembering, and the fragile hope that the one who left might still hear their name in the night.

A quiet plea for recognition.

A portrait of the ones who stayed.

Enjoy...
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Lyrics:

What If You Never Left

[Verse 1] 
What if the dawn still knew your voice
And your footsteps never faded into silence
What if the chairs, the rooms, the lonely nights 
Could breathe your presence
could erase your absence
In a world where you stayed, would light have remained
Would laughter fill the air instead of the ache
I know I’d be happier, you know I would

[Pre Chorus]
Two friends you left behind still stare in the dark
When your name is whispered, their hearts skip a beat
They don’t live forever, you know
And they still look for you

[Chorus]
What if you never left
Would the autumn leaves still tremble in your wake
Would our reflections find the strength to stand
I just want you to see us
The ones you left behind in the hollow space you made
If you never left, we might have stayed

[Verse 2] 
I walk the halls 
we used to share
And every corner holds a trace of your laughter
The clock ticks soft but the world is loud
With memories of you 
that taste like disaster
I catch a glimpse a smile in someone else’s eyes
And wonder if you ever think of us
Or only of the flight you chose, the night you whispered goodbye

[Pre Chorus]
We are not immortal, you know
Our hearts beat in borrowed time
And when I say your name, they still search. They still hope you’ll come 

[Chorus] 
What if you never left
Would the stars align with the promise of tomorrow
Would the storms pass gently, the sky stay clear
I just want you to see us
The ones whose light faded when you walked away
If you never left
maybe we’d still be here

[Bridge] 
This what if moment holds me in its grip
A mirror of what might have been
But the reflection cracks and the pieces fall
And I see it’s no longer worth dwelling in the past
Yet I still whisper into the night
You left
We stayed
And we remember

[Chorus] 
What if you never left 
Would we still dance beneath the moon’s pale glow
Would our hearts forgive the fear that kept them small
I just want you to see us
Frail, still breathing, still bearing your name
If you never left, would we still be whole
would we still be whole

[Outro] 
Look for us in the silence
In the empty air between your words
We don’t live forever
But we remember you
What if you never left

What If You Never Left

Une guitare, un piano, sur des harmonies classiques, et un texte confidentiel et grand public à la fois, c'est tout cela "Un peu de toi"..
Paroles:
Elle disait un jour c'est sur, tu seras ailleurs quelqu'un d'autre,
j'suis pas certaine, de pouvoir te suivre.
Cette histoire qu'on a voulu, qui mit longtemps à être notre,
J'suis plus très sure de vouloir la vivre.
Mais quand tu laisseras les rues de notre ville,
J'aurai je sais quand même, le coeur comme en exil.

Un peu de toi, pour moins de route,
Pour moins de vide, pour moins de doutes.
Un peu de toi, dans le silence,
Des jours immenses, d'indifférence.
Un peu de toi.

Elle disait un jour c'est sur, naîtront les mots qui porteront,
Beaucoup trop loin, pour que tu ne reviennes.
Il existe pourtant un train, une route qui te ramèneront,
D'être encore à t'attendre, j'suis plus certaine.
Et quand tu trouveras les rues de notre ville,
J'aurai je sais quand même le coeur comme en exil.

Un peu de toi, pour moins de route,
Pour moins de vide, pour moins de doutes.
Un peu de toi, dans le silence,
Des jours immenses, d'indifférence.
Un peu de toi.

Elle disait un jour c'est sur, tu seras ailleurs quelqu'un d'autre.

Christian PERUTI  - A.C.I.

A guitar, a piano, over classical harmonies, and lyrics that are both intimate and accessible to the public, that's all of 'A Little of You'..

Lyrics:

She said one day for sure, you'll be somewhere else, with someone else,  
I'm not sure I can follow you.  
This story we wanted, which took a long time to become ours,  
I'm no longer very sure I want to live it.  
But when you leave the streets of our city,  
I will still, I know, have my heart as if in exile.


A little of you, for less distance,  
For less emptiness, for fewer doubts.  
A little of you, in the silence,  
Immense days of indifference.  
A little of you.

She said one day, that's for sure, the words will be born that will carry,  
Far too far, so that you won't come back.  
Yet there is a train, a road that will bring you back,  
Of still waiting for you, I'm no longer certain.  
And when you find the streets of our city,  
I will, I know, still have my heart as if in exile.

A little of you, for less distance,  
For less emptiness, for fewer doubts.  
A little of you, in the silence,  
Immense days of indifference.  
A little of you.

She said one day for sure, you'll be somewhere else, with someone else, .

Christian PERUTI 



Un peu de toi

Associated words borrowed from a Worpswede artist inspire the lyrics. The music and arrangement set them to sounds. 

Still

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