X - The Black Gate

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IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Pas connu à ce jour
Si je dois tout vous dire.
Des aventures j’ai eu
Comme tous et comme chacun,
Quelques unes vécues,
Mais sans de lendemain.

Les images qu’on se donne,
Les rêves qu’on se fait,
Quand on ne trouve personne
Se terminent en regrets.
On fait « sans » comme on dit
A pleurer dans un coin,
On parle avec l’ennui
Car c’est lui qui nous tient.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
N’est pas venu mon tour,
Etre aimé par désir.
Ce destin pas croisé
Est-ce que je l’ai voulu ?
Ou m’a-t-il échappé
Sans l’avoir aperçu !

Alors je pense à tout,
Je pleure dans mon silence.
Je vous regarde vous,
Un peu moi quand j’y pense.
Toutes ses mains qui se tiennent,
Ces baisers échangés,
Bien seul avec mes peines,
Je retourne à rêver.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Je meurs de jour en jour
Pas besoin de le dire.
Je m’accroche à l’espoir
Pour qu’on vienne me chercher,
Continuer à y croire
Pourra- t’il me sauver ?

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Mes « donner » sans retour
M’aiderons à mourir.
Car ces histoires d’amour
Qui ne m’ont pas trouvées,
Finiront bien un jour
Par me faire m’en aller.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

I MISS THE WORDS

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Not known to date
If I have to tell you everything.
Adventures I had
Like everyone, like everyone
Some lived,
But without tomorrow.

The images we give ourselves,
The dreams we have,
When we can not find anyone
End in regret.
We do "without" as we say
To cry in a corner,
We talk with boredom
Because it is he who holds us.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Did not come my turn,
To be loved by desire.
This destiny not crossed
Did I want it?
Or did he escape me
Without having seen it!

So I think of everything,
I cry in my silence.
I look at you,
A little me when I think about it.
All his hands standing,
These kissing exchanged,
Well alone with my sorrows,
I go back to dreaming.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
I die from day to day
No need to say it.
I cling to hope
To be picked up,
Continue to believe
Can he save me?

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
My "give" without return
Will help me to die.
Because these love stories
Who did not find me,
Will finish well one day
To make me go.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS (Le manque d'amour)

Music: Jan Schonander
@thegats
Lyrics: Jan Schonander & Amanda Sanderson
Lead Vocal: Amanda Sanderson 
Guitars, Bass: N.O.B.S @nobsmeyer
2nd Vocal, Piano, Synths, Drums: Jan Schonander @thegats

Thanks a lot Jan and Amanda for your passion and your dedication to create this excellent song!

IF ONLY

If only you could see through my eyes
If only I could find just one more way
If only we could go back in time
If the two of us didn’t feel so lonely

If only could be sublime

And I will never forget
I remember your tender embrace
I miss gazing into your eyes
I miss hearing your laughter
Seeing your smile
Feeling your love

And yet
There’s so much more
Why I walked out that door
I can’t ever forget
Lying on my back 
On a cold floor

If only you’d never got mad
If only you hadn’t made me sad
I sing every night and day
I sing if only
If only

If we could get back to just having fun
If everything could be undone
If we could live on regret
If the two of us, had never met
If no-one had to run

If only you’d never got mad
If only you hadn’t made me sad
I sing every night and day
I sing if only
If only

I pray from Monday to Sunday
I pray for both of our souls
I sing every night and day
I sing if only
If only

If Only | Amanda Sanderson, NOBS, TheGat(s) by TheGat(s) is licensed under a Creative Commons License.

If Only

If Only - with Amanda Sanderson & The Gat(s)

Like a lot of us these days, I have some extra hours on my hands. While looking to amuse myself at this most unamusing time, I made this. I hope it cheers you, too, and provides a few minutes pleasure. That is all it is for.

This music is also my version of whistling past the graveyard. One of many versions.

Please stay healthy. And let us be strong, and pick each other up when one of us is down.

Lockdown Cocktail

Trout Fishing in America
	By David Husted
	16 MAY 2020
	
	V1a
	 I can't hit that  top………can't take it any longer
	 0.1% ……….not taking new members
	They say you got to give your life to me
	They say they'll help you dig your grave
	Still shucking that corn for da man who don't mourn you
	
	V1b
	What you gonna do when the world won't play?
	What you gonna do when we break those chains?
	What you gonna do when we're face to face
	See our blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….and some of that Amazing Grace
	
	Pre-ch
	Down for the count now, I really had to meet ya
	rolling on the ground without your power, without your millions
	Leaking out the pockets of the towered coward leaders
	Bribes, lies, recognize you ain't got nowhere to rise
	
	V1c
	I refused
	I will not be used
	Wont give my life away
	Gonna make my own plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Wanna spend my life with you
	Cause I Love You
	
	{instrumental}
	
	I lay down but I ain't gonna sleep
	Cause I ain't gonna close my eyes
	I am the lion; I dream
	
	V2 {call and response}
	
	I refused
	{I Can't Hit that  top………can't take it any longer}
	I will Not Be Used
	{0.1 % ……….not taking new members}
	Wont Give My Life Away
	{They say you got to give your life to me}
	{They say they'll help you dig your grave}
	Gonna make my own Plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	{Bribes, lies, recognize you aint got nowhere to rise}
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Gonna spend my life with you
	What you gonna do when we're face to face, You'll See
	Our  blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….Amazing Grace
	
	Bridge
	Cracks; burning inside  of my baby grand
	Slap the keys like nutter-butter slippin-in the frying pan
	Cranking out the metaphors better than a Brautigan
	I hope he still out there "Trout Fishing in America"
	
	Outro
	
more detail on the song production process below for those who care to dig deeper:

I happened to surf across an article about Richard Brautigan. I found the story mildly interesting. The article's author was writing about a recent biography that had come out about Brautigan.  The  picture he painted of the man did not seem flattering.  In fact, he made him sound like a real misogynistic, drunken asshole which I am sure he very well may have been.  However, what caught my eye in his write-up was a reference to Brautigan's book called "Trout Fishing in America".  

I recall chuckling at the way the article's author stated Brautigan used the phrase "trout fishing" or "trout stream" in ways that made the reader double-take. Some of the book's cultural popularity was misleadingly due to that title's use in the more conventional sense. However, Brautigan would personify the phrase "trout fishing" onto people or places or things throughout the book. This was un-conventional for the time and trippy to me. It created a sort of ear-worm of magic on me during my own song development process. It was a needed hit of hippie, beat generation, creative juice just in the nick of time. The trout stream which had been simmering for close to a year was dusted off, revised and finally completed.  

This song may be about my ongoing discontent with the state of our world. It may be about my deep conviction that we can and will do better. It may be about my general state of happiness despite the world we live in. It may be about trout fishing in America.  

Thank You for sharing a moment with me. I appreciate your friendship as I continue to cobble my musical creations together one trout fish at a time. 

Here's to you with much gratitude. 

V/r

Dave

the nook

Trout Fishing in America

Mimosa (available at terrywigmore.com with all other WAG tunes)
Wigmore Allen Gibbons 
Ontario has opened up to stage 3. Just about everything is open, now, albeit with masks and safely social distanced.  So, in celebration of beating the Covid curve, at least it seems that we have, we offer this summer tune to celebrate. A return to summer, in the new normal :)

This was a different tune for us. We were striving for a pop sound in the Adult Contemporary area, and this seemed to fit the bill. Keith grabbed some fine lyrics and sang them like one of his canaries. This has a warm, summery sound, to my ears, sweet harmonies, and a lightness of step that makes me simply feel good and tap my toes. I'd say it makes me fee like getting up and dancing, but that is not what I call what I do...sway maybe...and that was good enough for me :)

MIMOSA : Lyrics:
And there she stood, all alone, by the window 
A trick of the light, of the day, just the shadow 
Don’t try apologise for staring at whatever lies within 
Hey Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet? 
Dark as earth, heavy air, damp as morning dew 
A villa of cream, strawberries growing on the cliffside 
It’s hot as Hell, It’s something else as well, it’s all part of her 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so… Aaaah…Aaaah… 
Let the sunlight shine x4 (Inst) 
Oh my sweet Mimosa…
Oh my sweet Mimosa… 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet x2 

Flash of light, a swirl of green, then she drops her leaves 
She turns around, within a beat, and throws her head back 
She’s on the radio, She’s dancing only flamenco tonight…all night
 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 
She takes a drink, and rolls her eyes, in a fun way 
She takes a bath, and shakes the rain off, give it back, give it back, it’s my turn 
She feels the sun, because it makes her burn. 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet
Dark as earth, heavy air, damp as morning dew 
A villa of cream, strawberries growing on the cliffside 
It’s hot as Hell, if only looks could tell… if only looks could tell…looks…tell 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 

Wigmore : Music and production, backing vocals 
Allen : Bass, guitars, lead vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics

Terry's Picks

Mimosa

This is a song i did with the fantastic Steph Sweet. Im a fan of her music and im very blessed to have her voice on this piece of art. Enjoy. 

Listen to her music here:
https://soundcloud.com/steph-sweet

CliffOnAcid & Steph Sweet - One Second (Embodiment EP 2020)

A longtime Many Years Ago , When Mark & Myself Discovered Who We Were.
Vocals & Drums By Mark Heenan,
Guitars & Bass By Martin Reed,
Produced By Martin Reed.
Originally Recorded In 2001.

When We Both Drank Colours Shapes & Lines

You Was Born To Die

Porcupine

Hanging out in occasional bars
And I'm not looking too far I believe
Pass the jar oh I'll think I'll go far
Drink it up in an hour or three
Maybe I'm thirsty or just searching light relief
Hahaha!  Its a fun seminar
Of the new drunken class with no teeth

CHORUS
People have no time
People are fading into the past
People have no time for me

Must be time to be hitting the floor
Don't remember at all, where's my coat?
Mind the sick from that withered old chick
Who taught me a cool trick of some note
Maybe I'm thirsty or just searching light relief
I want more, I have been here before
I've got nothing at all underneath

CHORUS

Hanging out in occasional bars
And I'm not looking too far I believe
Pass the jar oh I'll think I'll go far
Drink it up in an hour or three
Maybe I'm thirsty or just searching light relief
Hahaha!  Its a fun seminar
Of the new drunken class with no teeth

CHORUS

Occasional Bars

Rock, Rock, Rock and no Alternative …
Rock is not dead, you can validate the evidences here.
People who want to get mellow might be wrong on this site, but are more than welcome to take up some energy here 😀
I am playing guitar and Bass. Keyboards and Drums are programmed.
Mix and Mastering was done in the „N.o.b.S. Moonshine Studios“ in Mainz Germany.
Nearly everything had been recorded during the night, sometimes at daylight on weekends.