I always wanted to make my version of this song, but I had a lot of projects to do, and this one was postponed many times. But last month, I saw that Fivos Valachis (@fivosvalachis) posted an enjoyable piano version of this piece, and it gives me the last part of my inspiration.

There are two different parts in the song : the classical part, with the original lyrics from Gershwin :

Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich and your mother's good looking
So hush little baby, don't you cry
One of this mornings you will rise up singing
Yes you'll spread your wings and you'll take them to the sky
But 'till that morning, just a little bit can harm you with daddy and mommy standing by

Then I added myself a second part, with slightly different chords, telling a story from Veldaky, linked to the idea of Gershwin's lullay. This story takes place in the same Tablosehfal kingdom where the "Hay Roses on Your Song" story takes place (which is a story about shamanism). Imagine a giant lang covered by infinite tiles, with no nature, just giant stone cubes and cones. At the center of the kingdom, lays the giant palace where the kings live. But the city is uninhabited, the manners of people are ruled by very coercive processes, and they stop ensuring their offspring. After a big banquet with the king's family and friends, Kayagoenh found the corpse of his son laid in the waters of the top room of the palace, killed by craziness and an hurling sound. It reminds him the lullaby he sings to his son, when he was young.

Your sun is smiling above your velvet kingdom
You fall asleep and so do I
All those cute gargoyles with their shining eyes
They keep on dancing as they will never die
And the waters where I found you in this palace
They keep your sound and prevent anybody to lie
Summertime and the words I sing
Twirl in the room and now you're high

The "gargoyles" mentionned are statues who have the power to live and to love. They are secretely ruling the lives of the Tablosehfal people, which bring them to decline. This story grows in my mind after a strange dream I made when I was 5 years old, at the same night I discovered the joys of sleep paralysis.

George Gershwin's Summertime

Here, inspiration cames from film music and metal.

The song tells a new story from Veldaki. The story of a man that takes place on a country called Mildaki, where live the "War People", during the years ~9700. The main character is called Munero Kamisola, and when he was young, he began to feel sicker and sicker, then he lost seeing and hearing, and after, he enters a 10 second long coma.
But for him, this coma lasted for hundreds of billions of years. During this time, he had only his mind, and he learned how to really imagine entire worlds. He mets a dragon called "Kaino'Anitra" and he becames the god of his own universe, until he woke up.
Then he had to relearn everithing : walking, talking ; he was like a god inside the body of a baby. He met and falled in love with a girl called Sevena, and he proposed her to become herself a god, and to escape from the constraints of the world where they live.

"Lunya"

If your existence isn't just a shining lure.
I wish you'll hear this whistling expiration.
I still see that my mind is deeply obscure.
And the past years does wear the taste of expiation. 
I've been looking to the sky for days and days.
I've been confined in this black prison for centuries.
Among logical existence there's a discontinuity that betrays.
That we try to build cathedrals in all bleak countries.

There is no way to shine under their claws.
There is no weal that we can find instead of dismay.
Let's throw all their dignity that stifled our poor limbs.
There is an exit. So go and run away !
We'll rather, we have to.
We'd rather not live through godness living.
We'll have to, we shouldn't.
We'd rather not live through godness living. Time !

Let's transcend our lives and weave our destinies.
Let's change our minds and let the rules follow our hands.
Let the wind carry our spokes through the sky to theis cities.
And gracefully spread an overhead hope until the end.
Because the only real king is a hidden king.
Because the only real king is the king of nature.
And until nature rules the whole cosmogony.
We will lay down under pathes and look further.

Godness Living

Il en est de notre place
Assis autour du feu
Incessament nous ressasse
A leur lueur, leur yeux
Nous, faire un voeu
Douze mots bleus
Profonds, silencieux
Pour la transe secrète
Des âmes complètes
Idylliques muettes
Cristallisent nos vides
Dessinent la danse des sphères
Façonnent notre chrysalide
Tourne le ciel, la terre
Qui agite l'air
Tord la pierre
Jaillit la lumière
Puis ronge le fer
Assemble, rompt
Enfante la mer
L'eau nourrit la plaine
Et crée la graine
Unit les feuilles et le vent
Aligne les branches du chêne
La forêt s'étend
Magnifique, émerveille
Sous la chaleur du Soleil
Accroche solidement
Colore le monde blanc
Esotérique enterrement
Les pas font trembler la flore
Animent la fleur des champs
Renouveau, l'oeuf éclore
Aiguisées, coule le sang
Comme une cigale
Dans notre théâtre
Le monde animal
Là hyène devient lion
Devient la patte
Enfin papillon
Nous fûment bien avant naître
Nous serons après la mort
Retarde la crûe tempête
Qui se renforcera encore
Dors, ferme les yeux
Inhale la nuit
Devient ce que
Ton esprit voit
Souffle la vie
Transforme-toi
Deux cent seize mots
Pour notre sacrifice
Perle rouge larmoyant
Jette les feuilles dans le vent
Pour notre renaîssance
Succèdant au noir silence
Emergera, verte essence
Printemps intemporel
Une pensée éternelle
Se poursuit dans le ciel

Deux Cent Seize Mots

À nos maisons tordues
Dans nos villes perdues
Nos rues où coulent nos larmes
Dans le torrent de leurs armes

Feu nos amours déchues
Qui ne saignent même plus
Où tout n'est que vacarme
Sous les cris des alarmes

À nos pays lointains
Où nos frères meurent de faim
Et souffrent en silence
Loin de la providence

Et à l'indifférence
De ceux qui mènent la danse
Cernés par leurs enceintes
Sous les étoiles éteintes

À ces hommes dans la guerre
Ceux qui sont criblés de fer
Et qui tuent malgré eux
Pour leur patrie, au nom de Dieu

Et ceux qui perdent leur toit
Et qui crachent dans le froid
Leur dernier souffle de vie
Sous le manteau de la nuit

Et la macabre symphonie
De ceux qui ont menti
Pour mieux nous aveugler
Sous leurs crocs ébréchés

Et feu l'intégrité
De notre société
Je l'ai vue agoniser
Comme un ange blessé

Mais ils ne nous croiront pas
Si nous leur raconterions ça
Nos enfants n'ont pas vu le passé
Ce que l'on sait, et ce que l'on a fait

Un nouveau jour se lève
Où ils prendront la relève
Mais il ne faut pas oublier
Ce que l'on sait, et ce que l'on a fait

Même les révolutions
Donnent le pouvoir aux cons
La seule vraie anarchie
Est un état d'esprit

Alors ouvrons les yeux
Sur un futur radieux
Esquissons ces histoires
Et réveillons nos arts

Me crois-tu maintenant ?
Quelques mots dans le vent
Soulèvent les coeurs
Et renversent les peurs

Nos idées éphémères
Comme des bouteilles à la mer
Transcendent le temps
Construisent les monuments

Un jour, j'espère, nous serons fiers
Nous, les Hommes, dans l'univers
D'avoir su voir, et créer la Beauté
Mais encore faut-il le mériter

Les yeux vers les étoiles
Devant le bal astral
Nous rêvons de demain
Comme d'un amour sans fin

Ce que l'On Sait & ce que l'On a Fait (part. 1)

Ond the old poems of Veldaki, we can found the Book of the Dead, which belong to the sacred books (the text of "The Old Shepherd Wind" cames also from one of these texts). The song tells the story of a blind girl lost in afterlife, when an angel come to help her.

Lyrics are in one of the languages I invented : "Nemidu", one of the first languages of Veldaki, and I put an essay of translation in english.

A01) Tzn Szeygshaszeyszmgshaydza - I'm the girl with no eyes
A02) Dzm Vbvü Szoo Zaykshay Zo Kshan Kpfø Kshü Vhveekshoo Gshee - waiting in the darkness
A03) Ksh Vszey Gshey Vøzan Shøgshaj - and my tears which incarnate my loneliness

A04) Shøkshøj Bfa Kshaytzankshoo - they flow
A05) Fvøkshøv Gshan K'Szeykshavøjn Vsmgshaydza - on my curse which stole my eyes.
A06) Shøkshøj Shøkshøj
A07) Gshew Kpvø Kshü Vhveekshoo Gshee - My tears
A08) Vø Shøkshøj Bfa Vsheykshoodzay Fvøkshøv Gshn - dressed in black go drink

A09) Kshü Szeyey dzeejagshagshoo - my too dry land where I coil
A10) Vve Gshe Kshü Szetzangshoo - like thirsty, sad and enamored ivy.
A11) Gshe Vszmkshoo
A12) Shøkshøj Shøkshøj
A13) Shm Vøtze Joo Shøgshaj

B01) Kpfø Züdza Bfa Vøkshay Fvøkshøv Gshn Vjo Vj Shøkshøj - Wake your head and look at the nature.

A14) Khkshan Szeszmveypvan Gshe Szeszmveypvan - They don't understand,
A15) Shøgshaj Gshe Kpvø SzeBvø BvaSzeyJayGshanTzanShjee - they bring my caravan
A16) Gshn Szeykshøtza Shøkshøj Shøkshøj - into suicide.

A17) Kzüksheykshayszey gshn Kshü - You say to me
A18) K'Vbvebvü Gshn Vgshadzn Shøkshøj - that the outer world is gorgeous
A19) Gshee Vze - like
A20) Vzeebvøsze Shøkshøj - the assembly of our timeless memories
A21) Shjm SzeyKshay Szeygshay Joo - if I get up and shine.

A22) Khkshan Kshü Szeykshodzekshn - I've got only a pale sun
A23) Gshee Vfvajoshjo Kshaygshay - striving to bring light
A24) Shøkshøj
A25) Szeyshjeybve Gshe Szeyszm - on my universe,
A26) Shøgshaj Gshe Zükshay Szeykshay Shøshjeyj - so I'll follow you.

A27) Szeyksheytza Szeyszoofvøksheygshay - Since I'm dead, it's the first time I see light.

Girl With No Eyes

Special thanks to :

- Ann-Laure Pollastri
- Séverine Cazaux
- Guillaume Lechevallier
- Loïc Ferrandiz

(voices)

Сe que l'On Sait & ce que l'On a Fait (part. 2)

Here is an old tale from the beginning of Veldaki.

During the years ~200, the shadow clan was persecuted, and in all the cities, they were living in the most dirty places. The planet itself where people live, Vertuankya, called the "Old Blinded World", as it can't see, without eyes, adressed himself to one of its inhabitants, and said to him : "if you do me this favor, I will help your people, the shadow clan. Your mission is to tell my declaration of love to my biggest moon".

This moon is called "the Eye", because of the big crater looking like an eye, scar of a big impact in the history. This moon is also the only body which have the capacity to see, as it have on it's center a giant telescope.

During this time of love, Vertuankya shared the life with all the others planets of its solar system, and the shadow clan become the Star People.



You don't have to bear the shame of your caste
The shadow clan will shine and beam away
All you have to do is catch what I cast
And you'll be brought by what I say 
The words of an olde blinded world
All I want from you is to carry these
My humble celestial message of love
For I can't tell her myself about this
To make a friendly presence of
Her gorgeous eye, Olde Scarterred Moon
Which is looking forward on me

Inside my womb you walk
And through my bones you stalk
And I can feel your steps deep in my veins
With the help of the beings of the dirt
You will find my heart
And I'll give you wings to break your chains
You'll fly to the Olde Scarterred Moon
And go and rise away through me

Her moonlighted look can awake my plains
And bring my tired breath to the stars like streams
And I feel her words can transport my brains
On these majestuous scenes
The twirl of all the dancing worlds
All my trees will offer her the whole sights
Of a neverending land of scents
And my people will enbellish her nights
With all their gifts and their presents
A feast for the Olde Scarterred Moon
Which is staying far over me

Step by step you climb
The flying mountains high
And now I'm just a big rock for your eyes
After your long journey
The Moon's bright soil you'll see
And she will lead you to her inner lights
My message to Olde Scarterred Moon
You will tell her this for me

With our alliance a new dawn will start
And pour out all its beams in our crooked lands
The forests will spill their green and ther art
In all the deserts, all the sands
In all the bland and woeful worlds
Your people will get the key of the skies
Inside a wagon made of golden leaves
Transported by one thousand golden swans
All them coming from where she live
And blessed by the Olde Scarterred Moon
The ringing tune of the Olde Scarterred Moon

The Olde Scarterred Moon

Mixing a veldakian story and a Earth story, with a diversity of instruments of all around the world and latin language around the "Sator Square Mystery".

Big thanks to Denis Mockler, Maria Engkwist and Raphaëlle Grave for lending me their voices.

Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas

Communicating With You

Here's a new song, with big thanks to https://soundcloud.com/luciole-langevine and https://soundcloud.com/maraoldfield for their participation !

The theme of the song is art, and here are the lyrics :

Asi llego. No me puedo recordar
cuando yo era tu y
no me puedo imaginar cuando yo sea tu
Pero siempre veo tu grande estatura caminando en el cielo
dando la luz a los sabios
y a otros que la vida les mata

Rodeados de viejos libros
en los atícos perdidos
esperamos mi abuela conmigo ñero.
Juntos a traves de la noche
superaramos a todos los
secretos mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Cuando ando al largo de mi codigo
que creo con las letras de mis pasos,
y los simbolos de mis gestos.
es para responder a los poemas de mis actos
expresado de frutas
de escaleras y ventanas abiertas.

Con cientos de cuentos
delante de la chimenea
viajamos mi abuela conmigo ñero
El otro que me hizo padecer
al otro lado de la riviera
le olvido mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Por la noche, es la dulce luz que
cuerpo a cuerpo con las voces
la musica y los sueños,
revela a mi tus movimientos suaves
y enciende estrellas en mis ojos.
Sequiré bailando.

Rodeados de viejos libros
en los atícos perdidos
esperamos mi abuela conmigo ñero.
Juntos a traves de la noche
superaramos a todos los
secretos mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Cuando pienso a las unidades de mi colección
inmóviles como monolitos
se haran caracteres y
sus historias se enumeran con respeto
a sus condiciones
como uno perfecto equilibrio eterno.

Con cientos de cuentos
delante de la chimenea
viajamos mi abuela conmigo ñero
El otro que me hizo padecer
al otro lado de la riviera
le olvido mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Por una mañana, un árbol delicioso
me dice que el bosque se va
y que ello volará lejos
Pero tambien añadio que nunca olvidará mis pasos
mi respiración
y mi presencia entre sus truncos.

Rodeados de viejos libros
en los atícos perdidos
esperamos mi abuela conmigo ñero.
Juntos a traves de la noche
superaramos a todos los
secretos mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Y tambien, con cientos de cuentos
delante de la chimenea
viajamos mi abuela conmigo ñero
El otro que me hizo padecer
al otro lado de la riviera
le olvido mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Y ahora, rodeados de viejos libros
en los atícos perdidos
esperamos mi abuela conmigo ñero.
Juntos a traves de la noche
superaramos a todos los
secretos mi abuela conmigo ñero

Y tambien, con cientos de cuentos
delante de la chimenea
viajamos mi abuela conmigo ñero
El otro que me hizo padecer
al otro lado de la riviera
le olvido mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Y ahora, rodeados de viejos libros
en los atícos perdidos
esperamos mi abuela conmigo ñero.
Juntos a traves de la noche
superaramos a todos los
secretos mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Y siempre alegría y tristeza
caminan maño a maño
los miramos mi abuela conmigo ñero
La vida es una historia
que creamos pensando
como un arte mi abuela conmigo ñero.

Abuela Conmigo (with Luciole Langevine & Mara Oldfield)

Epic thanks to :

Keshika ♥♥
Isabelle Cerezo
Émilie Cavid
Claire César

For their awesome vocals in my so-difficult to pronounce language !

Lyrics :

PoTistwinstenstwan SpoTiskwinToy

So Key KeyTistestenske ReyTisehtiRkey Rey So SoSpeskonstwansta ShoTikashwin ShdoTishaStoy Sho So Speskonstwan ShoTikashwinsta ShdoTishaStoy Shdo Tishda Stoy Rkey Sho Tipwinti Shdo Tishda Stoy

So Sey PoTishwinskehshdask on SpoTishdashwinskenT oy Shey TiSkwanse Stey Sho Sey PoTishwinskehshdask on SpoTisasatiToy Shey TiSkonshdaskon Stey Tishda Stoy

So Sey PoTiskonshdaskon SpoSkensetoy Shey SoTirestarke ShoTistwinstenstwan ShdoTishdatiStoy Stey Sho SoTistensen ShoTistwinstenstwan ShdoTikatiStoy Shdo TiShda Stoy

So So Po SoTistensen ShoTisen ShdoTishdatiStoy Spo Tisise Toy Sho Po SoTikashwin ShoTistensen ShdoTishdatiStoy Spo TiShase Toy Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho SoTistensen ShoTishwin ShdoTita Stoy Shdo Tishda Stoy

So Sey Po Sey Tiseh Shey PoTikashwin SpoTisasatiToy Stey Spo Tisken Toy Shey SoSpeskonstwan Shospekashwinstwan ShdoTishdaStoy Stey Sho Sey PoTistensen SposkenseToy Shey So SoTikashwin ShoTishwin ShdoTita Stoy Sho PoTistwinstenstwan SpoTiskeToy Shdo Tisha Stoy Stey Sho Ko PoTistwinstenstwan SpoTishdasonskenToy Sko SoTison ShoTishwin ShdoTitaStoy Rko Shdo Tishda Stoy

So Sey Po Tisken Spo Sey PoSpeskonstwan SpoSkensetiToy Shey SoSpesten ShoTistwin ShdoTisha Stoy Stey Toy Shey Tikashwin Stey Sho Sey PoTistwinstenstwan SpoRendwinskonToy Shey Sey PoSpekashwinstwan SpoTiserontenToy Shey Tistensen Stey Stey Sho Sey PoTikashwin SpoTiskonkaskenToy Shey So SoTistwinstenstwan ShoTisha ShdoTishaStoy Sho TiStenskwan Shdo TiSha Stoy Stey Sho Ko So PoTistwanrarensten SpoTisesonToy Sho TiStwinstenstwan Shdo Tishdati Stoy Sko TiDati Rko Shdo TiSha Stoy

So So PoTipwinshwin SpoTiskonkashwinToy Sho TiSha Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho So Po PoTistaskwanshwin SpoTikashwinToy Spo TiSekati Toy Sho TiKa Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho Sey PoSpeskonstwan SpoSkenseToy Shey So PoTishwin SpoTisetiToy Sho TiShda Shdo TiSha Stoy Stey Sho Ko So So PoTistwindonskwan SpoTipwinkaToy Sho TiShda Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho SpeStwin Shdo TiShati Stoy Sko PoTistensen SpoTidatiToy Rko Shdo TiSha Stoy

So So So PoTiskaskwinshdasko n SpoTiseshdaToy Sho TiKa Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho PoTistwinstenstwan SpoTistwanToy Shdo TiShdati Stoy Sho So PoTisonskon SpoTishdashwinskenT oy Sho TiRka Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho Sey PoTistensen SpoTistaskeToy Shey Ko So PoTisten SpoTipwinkaToy Sho TiRka Shdo TiSha Stoy Sko PoSpesten SpoTisekatiToy Rko Stey Shdo TiSha Stoy

Sey So So PoTiskaskwinshdasko n SpoTishdasenskonToy Sho TiSasa Shdo TiSha Stoy Sho Ko SoTistaske ShoTisapa ShdoTishaStoy Sko Tirkerko Shdo TiSha Stoy Shdey Po TiStwinstenstwan Spo PoTistenshdasken SpoTistatiToy Toy Stey

Sey PoTikashwin SpoTisetiskenToy Shey So Ko PoTipwinti SpoTisentiToy Sko Po TiSpwinsen SpoTisentiToy Rko Sho TiKarka Shdo TiSha Stoy Stey

Sey Ko PoSpeskonstwan SpoTidonsponToy Sko PoSpeskonstwan SpoTidonsenToy Rko Shey TiDonspontehpon Stey

PoTistwinstenstwan SpoTiskwinToy

Il est une vie, terrible, horrible
Où chaque seconde, plus moribonde
Ressasse l'instant, présent, absent
Du sombre monde.
Notre valet, sage et dévoué
Proposa son aide, humble remède
Pour chasser l'ennui, peindre la nuit
La porte cède.

Immobilisme et mouvement
Dans un terrible acharnement
S'affrontent avec fracas
Se dérobent devant moi.
Ils mélangent leurs humeurs
Et échangent leurs couleurs
Comme Chromosome et Datura
L'un trône dans de beaux draps
Attend ses proies perfidement
Et les piège en brillant.
Et puis l'autre valet
Toujours voulant aider
Se fraye un chemin
Parmi de cruelles mains
Écrit une symphonie
L'orchestre de la vie.

Qui a gagné, gloire et trophée
Un riche lendemain, sombre dessein
Et qui a perdu, déçu, vaincu
Un jeu en vain.
Devrais-je rester un prisonnier
Détacher mes bras, vil apparat
Nouer des ficelles, couper mes ailes
Pourquoi ?

Des loups-garous, des araignées
Et créatures endiablées
Leurs yeux qui brillent dans le noir
Chuchotent les ombres et les cauchemards.
Démystifie l'impondérable
Jusqu'à compter les grains de sable
Amène à lui l'étrange idée
D'avoir pu se tromper
Se rappelle de la chance
D'être entré dans la danse.
Et puis, l'autre valet
Qu'on avait oublié
Des souvenirs apporte
Cachés derrière la porte
Un monde de plaisirs
Le pire est à venir.

Qui aurait cru, souvenir déchu
Cette vision de rêve, ultime trêve
Afin d'oublier, se réveiller
Le vent se lève.
Il est une vie, terrible, possible
Remplie d'imprévu, inattendu
Où trône l'étrange, même le monde change
N'en parlons plus…

Chromosome Et Datura

This song tells the end of the biggest world of Veldaki, which is called Vertunya.
On the last civilisations of Vertunya, laws were very coercive, and, for lower classes, talking to people from an upper class was considered as a crime. This song tells the last hours of a man, who was condemned because he talked to the girl he loves. As a punishment, he was turned into a poisonous flower, called the "Damayale Flower", so he was forced to kill people who touch him. But one night, the entire world was submerged by a huge wall of water, and the girl appears in a spirit form to liberate the man and lead him to the sky.

In the lyrics, neither the man or the girl is the narrator, but both the two characters are telling the story, not necessarily from begin to end.

(−−−<O>−−−)

Light, yes light you're my wishes
You light my hills, no sun up there
Omnipresent and powerful
Like heat and cold, I stay stuck there
Choke me fucking imparity
Grab and break my old jagged neck
Violence, like abstinence, flood over we
Take me bleeding and fly away
Well I could get upon my mind, Damayale skies
And I can make up my own dream, Damayale hands
And as you'll be my journey ship, Damayale night
As you sank here, Damayale heart

Light, you light, get your own wings
You fly so high, it was you again
We should wait on the rain all day and night
Like desprate man on desprate land
Spare me fucking imparity
We died too hard and so pretty
These days, those days, are end of the world
We flew far away where dark skies go
Well I could get upon my mind, Damayale skies
And I can make up my own dream, Damayale hands
And as you'll be my journey ship, Damayale night
As you sank here, Damayale heart

Damayale Stories

Dear Earth Souls, let me be your humble servant for a bit of your time. My wishes are to make your cochlea dance, make your brain rest and make your spirit shine.

Music is images, a synaesthetic fresco and an usiversal language where the thoughts of the universe lies. Rythms are architectures, notes are colours and sharing it is living.

Instruments, all them talk in the language of the heart, from the mouth harp to the octobass, and the organic sound of an orchestra is alive.

Numbers, all them are hidden on the successive layers woven through the complexity of this code, which reveal themselves and allow divine communication.

I'm not from Earth, but I'm enjoying its peaceful landscapes, and I came to share visions from another world.

O+1+2+3+4+5+6+7+...=-1/12

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