Composition/mixage/masterisation @Tulipe-records
Guitares rythmiques et solo/basse Philippe @user-759566380
Texte et chant Guillaume @user-759566380
Guitares rythmiques/ batterie/ chant/ Stéphane

Introduction
A l'aube de sa mort , les esprits décrivent à Geronimo l'avenir des hommes.

Paroles

Des Lunes sans loups
De longues rivières de bitumes
Un monde d'égouts
Guidé par des fous en costumes
Où tout accélère
Des saisons qui n'ont plus le temps
Des oiseaux de fer
Qui volent plus vite que le vent

Pleure Geronimo , pleure
Sur l'avenir des hommes
Quand y'aura plus de fleurs
A poser sur leurs tombes
Et qu'arrivera l'heure
De la danse des Ombres

Des terres violées
Pour des richesses de misères
Paradis volés
En échange d'un bout de désert
Des dieux qu'on trahit
A coup de mensonge en leurs noms
Des femmes qu'on enfoui
Sous des coutumes de sombres cons

Pleure Geronimo , pleure
Sur l'avenir des hommes
Quand y'aura plus de fleurs
A poser sur leurs tombes
Et qu'arrivera l'heure
De la danse des Ombres

Des prisons sans murs
Pour des évadés du réel
Vidés de nature
Errant dans l'enfer du virtuel
Marins sans boussoles
Perdus sur les mers illusoires
De ces mégapoles
Où l'on se croise sans se voir

Allez pleure Geronimo
Bientôt la danse des ombres

Eteintes à jamais
Ces lumières sauvages d'autrefois
Ils ont tout brûlé
Dans des flammes de sans foi ni loi
Le grand incendie
Mais plus de retour sur leurs pas
Tu leurs avais dis
que l'argent ne se mange pas

Introduction
On the eve of his death, the spirits describe the future of mankind to Geronimo

Moons without wolves
Long rivers of bitumen
A world of sewers
Guided by madmen in suits
Where everything speeds up
Seasons without time
Iron birds
Flying faster than the wind

Weep Geronimo, weep
For the future of mankind
When there will be no more flowers
To lay on their graves
And the hour arrives
Of the dance of shadows

Of lands violated
For riches of misery
Stolen paradises
In exchange for a piece of desert
Gods betrayed
With lies in their names
Women buried
Under the customs of dark assholes

Weep Geronimo, weep
On the future of men
When there will be no more flowers
To lay on their graves
And the hour arrives
Of the dance of shadows

Prisons without walls
For escapees from reality
Emptied of nature
Wandering in virtual hell
Sailors without compasses
Lost on the illusory seas
Of these megalopolises
Where we cross paths without seeing each other

Go cry Geronimo
Soon the dance of shadows

Gone forever
Those wild lights of yore
They have burned all
In flames of lawlessness
The great fire
But no turning back
You told them
that money can't be eaten

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD / TULIPE RECORD 2022

Publié(e) par :
Tulipe Records
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Les Larmes De Géronimo ( Tulipe & Jim ) TRANSLATED

"Mist from the hill / Brings water for the mill; / Mist from the sea /Brings fine weather for me."[

Arloedhes An Lynn

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus (X2)

Left lane right lane
No choice, when it’s all the same
Same game, no picnic 
Systems broke, they won’t fix it
Life is work, what shift is this
Just take up your lane
And mind your own business
No outlet, just gridlock and lockstep 
An influx of Notifications to obligations, not met
Forced to live your pain, then accept your death
Will anyone listen, about the changing climate 
No one hears a silence threats 
Two steps back, why the hell is that
Never really had my footing, and that’s a fact
If it’s established that’s a good thing
But how do we get there from the very beginning

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus

Living for a payday, just ain’t good business
It don’t mean wealth or riches
Equal time or payment
That one percent is ruthless, 
Gatekeepers to key places
Holding all the leverage
Been this way for ages
Maintaining just how things are
So no one cannot change it
A never ending circle of henchmen, different faces
political power to start wars
If things ——don’t go their way
That a constant state of play
Armed with well aimed projectile
That can, ruin your whole day
Make no waves, make no mistake,
We’re all in a state of play

Chorus
Got a few concepts 
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus

Got A Few Concepts

Musical Attractions is a set of musical experimental tracks with my Galactic Princess Damga.
First track - Pheromone Storm
Lyrics : "O my adored hierophant, tear apart my streaming and vibrating thoughts with your scarlet claws.
Like a flamboyant planet you caught me in your gravity field. Mesmerized by your strange attractors, I conjectured the topological implications of the Ricci curvature of your butt.
I abandon like a silky and perfumed moult my clothes and my modesty. It is naked that I appear before You.
Your downy and caressing wings envelop my desires, when I bend under the tender domination that you exalt.
I renounce my sovereign and calculated postures, before your victorious smile. It is on my knees that I appear before You.
I undulate, naked and provocative, only haloed with sweat and light, and come to place my marble lips on your basalt feet.
Ô Witch warrior ! The iridescent spells on the steel of Your sword penetrate my consciousness like a quantum prayer. 
The light of your invocations and the steel of your blade guide my pagan mouth towards the mystical aura of Your burning breasts.
You drown in my undulations and crucify me to your desire. You inhale the colours of my moans and I drink the golden scent of your toes.
Like a sultry vampire, you suck up my emotions and let me levitate in the mesmerizing fragrance of your skin.
The dark ropes of your lust crucify  me to your bed and liquefy my abandon. Helpless and craving, I dive deeper in the kaleidoscopic cosmos of our pheromone storm."

Musical Attractions I - Pheromone Storm

My new tracks can be listened to on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music. https://open.spotify.com/album/3XtMmYHa6mdi8vumkYhjBR

J. S. Bach - Prelude in C Major

What is komorebi? It is a Japanese word.
It does not exist as an English word, so it would be expressed as sunlight filtering through the trees.
Do you have time to take a leisurely stroll and enjoy the scenery?

Komorebi

Never mind the cheese - this is the bollocks. The Recursives give The Undertone's classic some welly - captured live at The Hand pub in Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant
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Bri - backing vocals and tambourine
Neil - backing vocals and drums
Tez - guitar

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