Cool beat and vocals on this one. I like it

I deleted this one earlier this year for whatever reason. But It's here to stay now.

Well it's a dud, caught in the middle of I know you should
You said you would, not counting stitches at the end of it
And there you go, there you go
It's just for show, it's just for show
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And if I say tomorrow, I'm burning down a bridge
You see the flames of sorrow and breathe the ashes
Cause' it's a dud, ah held on when you knew you could
You lost your foot, ah and fell from where you stood
From where you stood
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Well, in a nutshell, you're everything I thought you were
And standing sun, toss it in and let it burn
And there you go, there you go
It's just for show, it's just for show
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And if I say tomorrow, I'm burning down a bridge
You see the flames of sorrow and breathe the ashes
Cause' it's a dud, ah held on when you knew you could
You lost your foot, ah and fell from where you stood
From where you stood

Counting Stitches

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Troubled

Jaded Mind

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
😊😊😂❤️
#deepbarkthoughts"

Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

You know what am I think 'bout  bad guys? Money, power, abuse! People, who set my teeth on edge! They think they're walking above the clouds, but they're just walking into hell...Look for the clip online, you'll see what I mean.

I'm on cloud nine

When every war is lost
And every hatred spent
Some folks will throw a ball
And some will boo
With nothing left to feel & do

Hep hep-hep!

Don't start assumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

When I was a child
I did believe, I did believe
In Socrates
And all the Greeks who said that
We could all be good

I sat and smiled
As teachers taught we were the greatest
Fought the hardest
Just to win back
A tiny fraction of what used to be ours

It's understood
The meek & mild must toughen up
When something greater is at stake
A martyr acts
when lemmings leave

No wreaths for cowards!
It took the dying of a world to make it clear
A Holy War rings 
The gold in someone's purse

We did some bad things
But soandso did so much worse...

When every tribe is lost
And all the money spent
Some folks will drown in song
And some will jeer
With no-one left to kill in fear

Hep hep-hep!

Got caught presumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh hek
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

I'm still that child
But many reasons and excuses later
I just try to keep afloat without
Kicking my neighbor down

And failing bad
Do I blame the strings that have us tangled
When the strings were made by
Drowners like myself?

What if it's something we can't help?

What Makes Us Human?

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

Translation above
Paroles (lyrics) : Myckaël Marcovic
Musique (music) : Denis Caouette https://soundcloud.com/user-491321443
Chant (vocals) : Marie-Christine Tremblay et Denis Caouette
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

Ce texte qui s'inscrit dans le mouvement Metoo (qui n'est pas mi-rien) est un hymne déclaré à l'indépendance des femmes. La musique de Denis Caouette, un peu rock, est allégée par des vents qui rappellent les belles années du groupe Chicago.

This song, which is part of the MeToo movement (which is no small thing), is a declaration of women's independence. Denis Caouette's slightly rock-inspired music is lightened by wind instruments reminiscent of the glory days of the band Chicago.

SI TU VEUX SAVOIR
A Dominique Briand

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

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

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

Refrain final : Maintenant tu sais qui je suis
Comme un bateau mi-eau, mi-air
Plein de rêves inassouvis
Mais qu’aucun port ne pourra taire
Nannanananananana !

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW
To Dominique Briand

If you want to know who I am
Follow the seasons, follow the river
That sings and dances in its bed
Laughing at vain anger

If you want to know who I am
Try to follow that cloud
That always has the same desire
To caress the landscape

If you want to know who I am
Listen to the sea wind
Filling the sails of my life
For a day of playing hooky

Chorus: You can't imprison the wind
Coming from the west or the east
I've always been tied
To the wings of freedom

If you want to know who I am
Look again in your mirror
To find utopia
The burning heart of my hope

If you want to know who I am
You will need patience
For my heart never flutters
For those who lack elegance
  
Chorus: You cannot imprison the wind
Coming from the west or the east
I have always been tied
To the wings of freedom... (ter)        
(SOLO)

If you want to know who I am
Listen to the sea wind
Filling the sails of my life
For a day of playing hooky

Final chorus: Now you know who I am
Like a boat half in the water, half in the air
Full of unfulfilled dreams
But no port can silence them
Nannanananananana!

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Si tu veux savoir

powerful beat and a catchy, bright synth hook.

The lyrics describe the narrator's experience of being drawn into a dangerous and forbidden emotional world, symbolized by the "vampire". As night takes hold, the narrator feels lost in a dream they can't escape and is haunted by a "dancing shadow" and a forgotten name. Despite recognizing the feeling is "dangerous and deep," the narrator is unable to resist the pull. The Chorus is a highly repetitive, energetic hook that emphasizes this obsessive, nocturnal relationship—a secret and a promise buried deep that keeps the narrator awake and consumed. The Bridge highlights the sense of being trapped by the "night's dark fog," acknowledging that the vow to escape is broken and there is no turning back from this powerful, dark love.

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