ANALOG by NOVA J

In my dreams I’m back in ‘93
In the office, computer-free
Fluorescent lights and rotary
Full of vintage machinery

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

Yes to corded simplicity
No to scrolling anxiety
TV static serenity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

In my dreams I’m trauma-free
Blur the bad that happened to me
Rose-colored glasses, simplicity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

ANALOG

Crying My Heart Out Over You

A new composition that came to me from a book I have been reding called "Man and His Symbols" by Carl Jung.

Lyrics:

Woke up with the sunrise
Chasing shadows on the wall
Time’s a thief in disguise
It laughs as we stumble and fall
We walk on these winding roads
With laughter and sorrow intertwined
Each step a fragile note
In the melody of the mind


Oh, life is a short dream my friends
Where beginning and end embrace 
We travel many roads, it seems
Sometimes ending in middle space
Once a child as we drift to that old age glow
Savor every moment and never let them go


Meeting faces like the clouds
Some linger, while others fade
We share joy, we share our doubts
In this beautiful masquerade
Long stretches of peace, oh, they come and go
Like summer storms that pass too fast,
But in their hearts, they’ll always glow
Memories of love that lasts


Oh, life is a short dream my friends
A carousel that spins so fast
Like petals caught in a stream
Moments cherished, but never to last
From a child’s wild wonder to the elder’s sigh
Will we hold each second before it says goodbye


So, take a breath and feel the breeze
Let gratitude fill your soul
Each fleeting heartbeat is key
Unlocking joys that make us whole
It's not about the years we’ve seen
But the love we’ve shared, the steps we’ve tried
Through this journey, let your heart be keen
In every heartbeat, feel the nod


Oh, life is a short dream my friends
A tapestry we weave so fine
So, laugh and love in the moonbeam
Before the stars in darkness shine
From the cradle of laughter to the whispers of night
Embrace every treasure, let it guide you to the light


Life is a short dream my friends
So, dance before dawn
Hold each moment like a seam
Before it all is gone
In the end, it’s all we had
Did you live, did you love, did you care
Life is a short dream, my friends
Life is a short dream, my friends
Life is a short dream, my friends
Life is a short dream, my friends

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea

Life is a Short Dream My Friends

Salut, voici Jezibaba en solo joué lors du concert au quart d'heure à Labarthe sur Lèze (31) le vendredi 30 juin 2025, j'espère que cette version vous plaira : 
https://youtu.be/xXj-fzG8M-s

Mathieu Torres est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Le morceau est téléchargeable gratuitement

Jezibaba - live  //   Video in description   //  Free download

Back to celebrating great Americans, this time we set out to honour three of them at once. 
Robert "Bobby" Sharp, who wrote this song, Ray Charles, who first recorded it in 1961, and finally Joe Cocker who's 1987 cover probably became the most well known rendition.

Guitar by my son Gideon.
We hope  you'll enjoy our take on this classic.

Unchain my heart (Bobby Sharp - Giddy and Rob Jam)

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

Mountains crumble skies turn grey
Rivers weep and fade away
Forests fall beneath our hands
A shattered world built on demands

Mother nature cries aloud
Her voice lost within the crowd
Ravaged lands and broken seas
Begging us down on her knees

Cry of the earth .mp3

For every child who’s been told they’re “too much” or “not enough”
This is the story of life in a world that won’t slow down.

A neurodivergent mind trying to survive the noise, the lights, the looks, the labels. Misunderstood by teachers. Isolated by classmates. Always one step behind, or three steps ahead, but never quite where the world expects.

Until one quiet moment, and in my case, the sound of a clarinet.
It didn’t fix everything, but it gave my chaos a rhythm, and my mind some space to breathe.
(It won’t be the answer for everyone, but it helped me begin to find my way.)

This track isn’t perfect, neither am I.
But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s enough. 💙🎵🕊️

This track is for the kids who feel everything.
💙 For the ones masking to fit in.
💙 For the ones melting down inside.
💙 For the ones still searching for a safe place to just be.

You’re not broken. You’re brilliant.
And your rhythm matters. 🎵🕊️

****Lyrics****

They said, “Use your words,”
But mine don’t come when I need them
They said, “Pay attention,”
But I already was, just not the way they wanted
I don’t talk much in class
But my head never stops
I see things they don’t
And they call it “wrong”

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

The lights flicker hard
And the questions come too quick
They say “just be normal”
But don’t say what that is
I like quiet corners
They call that “hiding”
But I call it breathing
When the noise keeps rising

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

I wish they’d stop asking me why I’m like this
And just ask me what I need
They might find I’ve got answers
They’ve never even seen

Then one day they handed me a clarinet
Said, “Let’s see what happens”
And I did
I held it close
Like something that understood
One steady breath
And the chaos moved

It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But I found a way to hold it back
Through every note I find my pace
In every sound, I carve some space
No, it didn’t fix everything
But it helped my heart to sing
It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But now I know who I am

I am not naughty
I am not wrong
I just needed
My own kind of song
And if you’re someone who stands beside us
When the world feels too sharp to explain
Who waits through the silence
And stays through the strain
If you've helped us breathe
When the noise felt too wide
If you’ve shown us our value
Instead of making us hide
Then thank you
For seeing the spark
For hearing the thread
For loving us gently
When others just fled

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

Dear friends, I will write protest songs as long as the wars last - hope I live that long. I sit and think about what causes wars - is it hatred, megalomania, paranoia or simply greed? And it takes place in several places around the world!

Oooh No

Oh no, what are they doing now?  do they hate so much 
don’t they ever think - of the horried consequences
of bombing their neighbors land
They must listen to the words -  from the wise people 
in this world

All violence create the hate and so does oppression as well
the cruel the war - the more hatred will grow
they cannot force love on them
They must listen to the words -  from the wise people
in this world

It is worse in the current days. - the bombs fly around
they hit all common folks - and folks are suffering so much
the history will tell us that
the war monglers were brought to see fires in the
hell down there

Have they ever discussed how bombs affect the climate on earth
the explosions must create - lots of gas that are
so bad for the athmosphere 
They must listen to the words -  from the wise people
in this world

Lyrics in Swedish

Åh nej
Åh nej, vad gör de nu? Hatar de så mycket?
tänker de aldrig - på de fruktansvärda konsekvenserna
av att bomba sina grannars land?
De måste lyssna på orden - från de visa människorna
i den här världen

Allt våld skapar hat och så gör även förtryck
ju grymmare kriget är - desto mer hat kommer att växa
de kan inte tvinga på dem kärlek
De måste lyssna på orden - från de visa människorna
i den här världen

Det är värre i nutid. - bomberna flyger omkring
de träffar alla vanliga människor - och folk lider så mycket.
Historien kommer att berätta för oss att
krigsförbrytarna fördes för att brännas i
helvetet där nere

Har de någonsin diskuterat hur bomber påverkar klimatet på jorden
explosionerna måste skapa - massor av gas som är
så dåliga för atmosfären
De måste lyssna på orden - från de visa människorna
i den här världen

Oooh Noo - 2025-07-04 18.42

Special thanks to Cecilia for her a cappella ...of which I modified the tone in order to fit perfectly with my arrangement and atmosphere

EQUALITY FOR ALL.  🎧

On a quiet midnight platform, chance and memory collide as trains slip through the darkness—mirroring the silent passing of souls whose lives once intertwined. This version sings the woman’s story: a fleeting moment, her former lover passing by, both unable to say a word, only exchanging a longing glance before being swept away.

If you’ve heard the first version, his perspective, you’ll sense how these twin tracks weave together, echoing what was shared and what can never return. Together, they form a melancholic tapestry—each tale a shadow of distant affection and unspoken words, inviting you to linger with memories you might not have known you’d lost.

Let yourself drift into the platform’s bittersweet hush, longing for the warmth of something past. Listen, and discover the ache and beauty in what remains behind—unearthed with every train that departs into the night.