The Observer

45 (I Think About This All The Time)

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More In Love

first single from the album

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Échos D’un Parapluie Absent

Échos D’un Parapluie Absent by Tom Connell is a captivating piece for piano and light orchestra, where impressionistic beauty meets folk-inspired charm. The flowing melodies and delicate harmonies evoke a wistful yet uplifting atmosphere, reminiscent of rain-soaked landscapes and the quiet poetry of nature.

The piano takes center stage, weaving intricate lines that ripple like raindrops, while the light orchestral accompaniment adds depth and warmth, enhancing the folk elements that lend the piece its distinctive character. This seamless blend of impressionism and folk creates a soundscape that is both timeless and evocative, inviting listeners to immerse themselves in its gentle storytelling.

Échos D’un Parapluie Absent is a harmonious interplay of simplicity and sophistication, celebrating the elegance of understated beauty and the power of music to evoke vivid emotions and imagery.

Échos D’un Parapluie Absent

"As Tears Drift By" is a smooth bossa nova jazz piece that features an innocent young voice, accompanied by classical guitar, soft drums, and an interlude performed by a clarinet. The song's lyrics, rich with vivid imagery and emotional depth, reflect on the passage of time and the bittersweet memories that linger. Its soothing melodies and light-hearted rhythm create a serene and introspective atmosphere, perfect for moments of reflection. The track's heartfelt verses and evocative chorus capture the delicate dance between joy and sorrow, making it a poignant and deeply moving listening experience.

[Verse]
The days flow gently, like whispered sighs,
I watch the world with half-closed eyes.
The moments flicker, they melt and bend,
As tears drift by, my heart I mend.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Shadows dancing in the soft twilight,
My thoughts wander in the ember light.
Dreams once vivid now fade to mist,
As tears drift by, by sorrow kissed.

[Chorus]
Oh, time it weaves a tapestry,
Of joy and pain, of you and me.
In every thread, a tender cry,
As tears drift by, beneath the sky.

[Bridge]
We held the sun in our embrace,
But seasons change, and so does grace.
Now memories in silence lie,
As tears drift by, like stars on high.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
The gentle rhythm of the waves at sea,
Mirrors the pulse of our sweet memory.
In every crest and every sigh,
As tears drift by, the echoes fly.

[Chorus]
Yet in my heart, a flicker stays,
Of warmer times and golden days.
Though now I let the past reside,
As tears drift by, I'm still alive.

[Outro]
The gentle rhythm of the waves at sea,
Mirrors the pulse of our sweet memory.
In every crest and every sigh,
As tears drift by, the echoes fly.

[Instrumental]

[End]

As Tears Drift By

Kennst du den Tiger, wie er tanzt in Berlin 
Den tanzenden Tiger, er will nicht traurig sein 

Tiger und La Belle

Sacha Guitry (1885-1957) fut un maître du théâtre, du cinéma et de l’esprit français. Fils du célèbre comédien Lucien Guitry, il grandit dans l’ombre des planches avant d’en devenir une figure incontournable. Auteur prolifique, il écrivit plus de cent vingt pièces et une trentaine de films, façonnant un style unique mêlant élégance, cynisme et ironie mordante. Son théâtre, souvent autobiographique, exaltait l’amour, le mariage et ses désillusions, les rapports hommes-femmes, mais aussi la réussite et l’hypocrisie sociale. Sa plume ciselée lui permit de créer des dialogues inoubliables, jonglant avec la légèreté et la profondeur.  

Guitry était un homme de paradoxes : adulé et critiqué, il fut à la fois un génie du verbe et un provocateur. Il raillait les conventions, fustigeait la bêtise et se plaisait à égratigner ses contemporains, notamment à travers ses aphorismes restés célèbres. *« Être fidèle ? Une preuve d’imagination. »* ; *« On dit que l’amour rend aveugle, c’est pourquoi le mariage ouvre les yeux. »* Son humour acide et son talent pour l’observation des travers humains le rendent intemporel.  

Son passage au cinéma marqua une révolution : refusant les codes figés, il dynamisa la mise en scène, jouant avec les dialogues et le rythme. Il filma la parole comme personne, donnant à ses films un style théâtral assumé, où il excellait en acteur et en metteur en scène. Pourtant, son image fut ternie à la Libération par des accusations de collaboration, dont il se défendit vigoureusement.  

Sacha Guitry incarne encore aujourd’hui l’esprit français dans ce qu’il a de plus vif et mordant. Son œuvre, entre légèreté et profondeur, continue de séduire par sa modernité et sa finesse. Car, comme il le disait lui-même : *« Tout le monde me connaît, mais personne ne me comprend. »*

MONSIEUR GUITRY

Take a ride down memory lane with "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" a ballad that weaves together heartfelt lyricism and classic Americana folk sounds. 

From the first note, this song draws you into scenes of winding highways, Sunday afternoon drives, and the small-town places where memories linger.
With every verse, the story unfolds: an old Chevy on Route 33, windows down, searching for peace and pieces of the past. Against a backdrop of gentle acoustic guitar, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, letting go, and finding yourself again where the road meets memory.

Fans of folk and Americana music who crave honest storytelling and emotional depth will feel at home here. If you love nostalgic road trips, narrative folk, and songs that invite reflection, "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" is the perfect addition to your playlist. Discover your own story between the yellow lines and the memories they hold.

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Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk

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Lryics | Heat Like That

You don’t play with heat like that
Unless you’re ready for the aftermath

Walked in late, lips like sin
Eyes said lose, smile said win
You touched my back like you had rights
I let it slide—for one damn night

You thought I’d melt, thought I’d fall
Didn’t know I’ve burned through worse than all

You don’t play with heat like that
Light the fuse, then step back
I’m not your risk, I’m not your muse
I’m the kind of fire you’ll always lose
You wanted wild, you wanted wrong
But you won’t survive me very long

You called me trouble like it’s new
Baby, trouble’s how I move through you
You tasted smoke and begged for more
Now you’re ashes on the floor

You thought I’d break, thought I’d belong
Didn’t know I’ve been fire all along

You don’t play with heat like that
Flirt with sparks, then pull back
I don’t simmer, I combust
I’ll turn your sweet talk into dust
You wanted heat, now here it is
A woman who burns—and never forgives

Next time you reach for something hot
Think of everything I’m not
I’m not soft, not made to stay
I light it up, then walk away

You don’t play with heat like that
Strike a match, then try to act
Like I was just another flame
When you still curse out my name
You wanted heat, now that it’s gone—
Go tell your friends you got it wrong

Yeah, you don’t play with heat like that

Heat Like That

Sunday Mornings

Today is a gift, that is why we call it present.

As Tears Drift By

Pei-Kang Hsu

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