Amniotic (Deluxe Version)

Si j'avais eu vingt ans en quarante, qu'aurais fait,  qu'aurais je été?..
Zied  Zouari au violon et Juan Saubidet à la contrebasse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cI4bA808bU
Paroles:
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors, 
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être. 
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
Les Messerschmitt se sont posés.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?

C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes qui lèchent un bois retors.
C'est un hiver, comme les autres,
A peine un peu, plus froid peut être.
Sur les hauts plateaux enneigés,
C'est leur jeunesse qu'ils ont laissé.

Si j'avais connu ces années,
J'avais eu vingt ans en quarante.
Qu'aurais je fait, qu'aurais je été.
Une âme fière ou repentante?
Et on remonte encore les pistes,
Oui on remonte toujours les pistes.
C'est un hiver dans le Vercors,
Des flammes lentes, sur un bois mort.

Christian PERUTI  - A.C.I.

Zied Zouari on violin, and Juan Saubidet on double bass, in perfect harmony in 'Le Vercors.'
 I must admit that I am always moved every time I listen to it. 
It is taken from a seven-song EP scheduled for early next year.

Lyrics:
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames on dead wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Perhaps just a little colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
The Messerschmitts have landed.

If I had known those years,  
I had been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been?  
A proud soul or a repentant one?

It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Flames licking a stubborn wood.  
It's a winter, like any other,  
Just a little, maybe a bit colder.  
On the snowy high plateaus,  
It's their youth that they have left.

If I had known those years,  
I would have been twenty in forty.  
What would I have done, what would I have been.  
A proud soul or a repentant one?  
And we trace the paths again,  
Yes, we always trace the paths.  
It's a winter in the Vercors,  
Slow flames, on dead wood.

Christian PERUTI - A.C.I.

Le Vercors

To Have and To Hold is not a biography, a lecture, or a historical reconstruction. It is an imagined world — one you step into to feel your way around an idea rather than to learn it.

The album takes place loosely in early-20th-century Cambridge, at the moment when Western thought was beginning to strain under its own certainty. Science had proved astonishingly powerful at breaking reality into parts, explaining mechanisms, and producing results — yet at the same time it was encountering problems it could no longer fully contain. Probability was replacing certainty. Events mattered as much as objects. Meaning no longer sat still.

Out of this tension emerged process philosophy: the idea that reality is not made of finished things, but of ongoing happenings — that love, time, marriage, and even truth itself are not states you reach, but activities you keep participating in.

The album imagines this moment through a human lens. A mathematician trying to complete a system of logic. A thinker insisting that nothing important is ever truly finished. Proofs accumulating. Years passing. A marriage understood first as a statement, then slowly revealed as a practice. Love appearing not as romance in the foreground, but as something quietly unfolding elsewhere — happening whether it is attended to or not.

Rather than explaining these ideas directly, the songs allow you to inhabit them. You hear bells ring. You feel evenings close in. You sense the weight of unfinished work and the relief of letting something continue without control. The philosophy is not taught; it is lived.

This is a soft documentary in sound — an audio quantum leap into a world. Its purpose is not accuracy, quotation, or instruction, but immersion. By the time the album ends, you may not be able to define process philosophy in a sentence — but you may feel why it arose, what problem it was answering, and why it still matters.

To Have and To Hold is an exploration of commitment not as possession, but as attention.
Of marriage not as a conclusion, but as renewal.
Of understanding not as something you arrive at — but something that keeps happening.

If you listen closely, nothing here ever quite resolves.
But something continues.

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