Winter landscapes

The Valentine
Melted in the snow
On the way home
I should know

Fresh yet faded 
Washed with mud
Hand writing 
Smeared like blood

Witnessing a fool’s confession
Blinded by love’s obsession
On the pavement there it lay
Too late to look away

Dismal day in February 
Heart caged like a canary
Suffocating in a mine
Tears well in my eyes

I knelt
And tucked it in my coat
The end of love
The death of hope

The world around me
Slowed to a stop
My heart ticking
Like a clock

Oh St. Valentine
Are you just one of the guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

If I could travel back in time
I’d go back, wouldn’t I?
Or fast forward with no replay
In-depth analysis, it’s so passé

But love’s madness marches on
Do they see me on the lawn?
A lighted box where love is framed
I watch them thru the window pane
Oh St. Valentine
Are you just one of the guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

Light a candle 
Say a prayer
He’s in love
And I’m nowhere 

Life’s a mystery
The cause unknown
Open up your heart 
Your cover’s blown

But my darkness 
Seeks revenge
A fast date 
With his best friend

Red sky, the lover’s couch
Haunting drama when he finds out
Venus smiled on his friend last night
When he sees us, he’ll see the light

Oh St. Valentine
You’re just one of those guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

Oh St. Valentine
You’re just one of those guys
True love, just throw it away
February’s darkest day

February

So happy to share the first collab with the talended  Motion X 
A song about staying true to resist in our tough world

Music, mastering: https://soundcloud.com/tripping_motion
Lyrics and vocal: kaerian

Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash



Tu m'entends? Non, tu m'entends pas...
j'ai beau crier, tu n'entends pas ma voix...

you cannot hear me, you cannot hear my voice
my call remains answered
(you cannot hear my voice)

je ne sais plus où planter le glaive, pour faire couler ma sève
j'ai peur d'avoir perdu mes rêves....

I'm calling any loving soul
to resist in this prisoned world
to break the heavy invisible bound
to break the locks of our hearts

any side of you they may see
any face of you they may see
whatever
to resist is to be true
to yourself

If my call was heard
I wish you could hear
a little wisdom
in this falsified world
to resist is to be true

to break, to break the invisible bounds
to break, to break the locks of our heart

Entends mon appel

Resistance

Resistance - kaerian & Motion X

I learned this morning of the death of Ennio Morricone. I wanted to broadcast again this tribute to the master which had been inspired by mister Linir song: https://soundcloud.com/liniror/the-good-old-westerns-guitar-morricones-stylecomposed-by-linir-or The original from Linir was so good… Ennio —I know— should like it !!!! https://soundcloud.com/liniror
Sorry Linir, can’t be able to listen these days anything. 
Merci pour cette musique, Linir…
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Pour les insomniaques et fans du Maestro : https://www.francemusique.fr/emissions/retour-de-plage/ennio-morricone-hommage-au-grand-compositeur

The Good Old Ennio [Linir Revisited]

Electric Eel

Consularis

Boson Spin - Vouceratio

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«Nevsky Wind». Op.115-d.

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

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Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Dear Tom

Apologies to my French speaking SC friends, that's how we say your word here, and of course my little pun wouldn't work. But feel free to mispronounce any English word you like. I won't mind :)

Once the list was long
Mapping out my business
Now I sit here in my pants
Feeling more than listless

I used to have direction
My own personal sat nav
Now I sit here by the radiator
Having days like cats have

Ennui, Ennui, On we drift through our days

I used to be a doer
Doing it until it was done
Now there's nothing more than nothing
So nothing is the total sum

Once I knew waht the day was
I miss that Friday feeling
Now I wake up at midday
For more staring at the ceiling

Might watch a bit of TV
Yeah I'll put it on my list
Or look in all the dirty corners
Try and find what I've missed

Might look at the old collection
Do some alphabetising
Just got to get out of this bed
Is it time yet for rising?

Ennui

n o x p o x

An artist must be open to the muse. The greater the artist, the more he is open to “cosmic currents.” He has to behave as he does. If he has “the courage to be an artist,” he is committed to behave as the mood possesses him. . . .

The price an artist pays for doing what he wants is that he has to do it.

Pair with Patti Smith’s account of Burroughs’s advice to the young and his cameo in the love letters of Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky.

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