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Back To Black

Discover 'Grindr Love', a sarcastic and ironic song that explores the complexities of modern relationships. With impactful lyrics and a critical tone, this song addresses themes of unrequited love, complicated relationships, and frustration with a partner who always seems to be looking for something better. Dive into the universe of Grindr Love, where every word resonates with brutal honesty and a touch of dark humor.

PHILIPPE JOUMARD
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GRINDR LOVE

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


Cigarettes at Midnight

"One More Night to Remember" is a slow-burning 1950s-inspired soul-blues ballad sung from the perspective of a woman who unexpectedly reunites with a former lover in a dimly lit, smoky jazz bar. As the evening unfolds, both are drawn back into the emotional gravity of their shared past. The song begins with the surprise encounter, capturing the unspoken tension and lingering feelings as they share drinks, glances, and eventually conversation.

Each verse deepens the emotional atmosphere, revealing the pain, regrets, and quiet longing that still live between them. They share intimate moments that blur the line between healing and relapsing into old desires. The chorus reflects a bittersweet acceptance that although their love may not have survived the years, its echoes still burn brightly for a single night.

The instrumental sections—featuring piano, upright bass, brushed drums, and smoky saxophone—enhance the song’s cinematic, melancholic mood, evoking the sensual loneliness of midnight hours. A poignant bridge shows the inevitability of parting, even as they pretend for one last time that their love could endure.

In the end, the narrator acknowledges that this fleeting night was both a comfort and a goodbye, wrapping their shared memories in a jazz-soaked dream that will linger long after the music fades. The song captures the vulnerability, nostalgia, and emotional rawness of seeing someone again who once meant everything—and still might.

Lyrics:
[intro – slow piano and muted trumpet, dim bar ambiance]

[verse 1]
I saw you walk in through that velvet haze,
Same old coat, same broken gaze.
A thousand nights since we let go,
But time don’t melt what the heart still knows.
I sipped my drink, tried not to stare,
But memories danced in that midnight air.

[instrumental 1 – soft piano riff with upright bass]

[verse 2]
You sat down slow, like a ghost from dreams,
With eyes still heavy from silent screams.
We talked in whispers, like lovers do,
Though the words were cracked and colored blue.
Your hand found mine, just like before,
And I didn't pull away no more.

[chorus]
One more night to remember,
One last chance to feel.
We kissed in the shadow of December,
Pretending the past could heal.
If only love could stay 'til morning light,
But some things burn just for the night.

[instrumental 2 – saxophone solo, slow and smoky]

[verse 3]
You lit my smoke, I lit your pain,
We wore our guilt like summer rain.
Each laugh was stitched with silent cries,
Each touch betrayed our alibis.
But oh, how sweet the bitter feels,
When lonely hearts spin broken wheels.

[verse 4]
The jukebox played our favorite tune,
A lullaby beneath the moon.
We danced so slow, like time stood still,
Each step a cure, each glance a thrill.
But in your smile I saw goodbye,
A truth too deep for one last cry.

[instrumental 3 – smoky jazz trio: brushed drums, double bass, soft piano glissando]

[chorus – softer]
One more night to remember,
A lie we chose to keep.
Wrapped in a song, a dying ember,
That sings us back to sleep.
I knew you’d go with the morning train,
But still, I’d do it all again.

[instrumental 4 – solo piano, trumpet highlights, soft brushed drums]

[bridge]
The moon watched cold from the window pane,
As we held each other through joy and shame.
We said goodbye with no regrets,
Just smoky lips and silhouettes.

[final chorus – slow and tender]
One more night to remember,
No promise, no goodbyes.
Just the sound of hearts in late September,
And the truth behind our lies.
I’ll see you in some future barlight glow—
Where old love lingers soft and low.

[outro – trumpet solo fading into soft piano chords, bar lights dim]


One More Night to Remember

Breeze Between

The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto is a tragic scena for mezzo-soprano, baritone, and orchestra. It begins in hushed tones, with the sea rising like a distant memory, before unfolding into a fierce vow against the tide.

The mezzo-soprano carries the widow’s grief and rage, while the baritone voice answers with depth and shadow, amplifying the drama through dialogue. The music moves through recitativo, arioso, and cabaletta forms, storm-driven by strings, harp, low winds, and percussion.

What begins as whispered mourning swells into fiery defiance, and closes on a fading coda — a vow suspended, unresolved, yet unbroken.

This is music of loss, rage, and resilience: the widow’s cry against the storm, now echoed in two voices.

[LYRICS]

’Tis said the sea forgets its dead…
But I recall each thread once bled
He kissed my cheek at break of day
then turned and sailed his soul away
I kept the hearth, I bore the strain…
now wind and wave shall taste my pain.

The dawn was pale; the gulls were keen;
his shadow thinned against the green
I warmed the fire; I held the door
the silence settled to the floor
No ring of rope, no clink of oar
the house remembered… nothing more.

Nothing more… nothing more…

O sea that takes and never weeps,
O tide that drags the deepest deeps—
You took what once was mine; take heed,
I brand your foam with grief and flame.
I salt your depths with tears and brine,
and curse the stars that watched him shine.

Tears and brine… iron vows…

They brought back neither rope nor bone
just tales of foam and voices blown
No grave to tend, no name to stone
thus howling gales shall heed my moan
I wear no black, I hang no shawl
I stoke my rage— I shall not fall
Each wave that breaks upon the shore
shall feel my grief… and hear me roar.

Hear her roar… hear her roar…

Blow, ye winds, blow— you took what’s mine!
I salt your depths with tears and brine!
Though fate may grant what storms allow
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

Blow, ye winds, blow— return what’s mine!
Let ragged stars record the sign!
No swell shall rise ere I reclaim—
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

So mark my voice— and mark my name…
I damn the tide; I brand the frame.
Until the deep yields what’s denied,
I stand, and hold, against the tide.
Blow, winds… blow… ye took what’s mine…
The sea is vast—
yet I… remain…

Remain…

A3-S1 The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto (Mezzo-Soprano & Baritone • Operatic • Tragic • Storm)

Monastery of Shadows – Monastere des Ombres

Aporia is a confrontation with the void—the kind of album that doesn’t just play, it unravels you. It starts with a controlled chaos, pulling apart the scaffolding of thought, then drags you deeper into the soft, distorted pulse of dissolution. You don’t listen to this record so much as experience it—your sense of time slips, your body forgets where it ends, and your mind keeps circling questions it can’t answer.

The sound is heavy but never violent. It’s cerebral, textured, haunting. Guitars melt into ambience, drums skip and fracture, and the voice—resonant and human—threads through it all like a tether you’re not sure you trust. It feels ancient and futuristic at once. Cold yet intimate. Like you’re remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.

By the end, you’re not the same. You’ve stood in the place where thought gives up, and you’ve felt the silence stare back.

Aporia doesn’t give you peace.
It gives you the beauty of falling apart—on purpose.

Dreaming The Bone

“The Ruse of Booze” is a raw, unflinching ballad about addiction’s grip and the battle to reclaim the self. Through gritty imagery and soul-baring lines, it paints the bottle as a sly salesman, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and a devil at the door — seducing and destroying in equal measure. With each verse, the narrator wrestles with guilt, memory, and fleeting moments of clarity, only to be dragged back into the cycle. Dark, bluesy, and haunting, this song is a confession, a lament, and a fight for redemption.

Booze Blues

The Mirror Waltz

Ciebie widziałem

Philippe Joumard (Auteur-compositeur indépendant basé à Cers)
Pays: France
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GRINDR LOVE

PHILIPPE JOUMARD

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