Chris Cost  Auteur*, compositeur, interprète
Edition 26/01/2023 @Tous droits réservés
Version : Pop186 - Si Loin De Toi - 04 110bpm Arr1
110bpm / C Maj.
*Adaptation du Texte « Si loin de nous @08/04/2020 » co écrit avec Cé Mz
+ Nouvel arrangement

"Si loin de toi"

Le parfum de l’instant me rappelle ton odeur
Tourbillonne mon esprit au plus profond de mon cœur

Rien de ce que je n’pourrais t’écrire ne pourra effacer ton sourire
Rien de ce que je n’ pourrais lire ne pourra briser notre avenir

Oh oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, ton absence me pèse ! Alors  
Oh oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, notre amour danse-t-il encore ?

A chaque fois, qu’ j’pense à toi, il y a toutes ces images
De ces instants si fugace, ouh ouh ouh
J’reste encore trop souvent, imaginant ton visage
Juste à côté, à ta place

Oh oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, ton absence me pèse ! Alors  
Oh oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, mon amour danse-t-il encore ?

Oh oh oh ...  Oh oh oh, Uhm
Oh oh oh oh, Uhm…

C’est inscrit dans mes yeux
Je sens les larmes qui coulent sur ce papier feutré 
Tant de choses à te dire
Noyées dans mon âme mais où es-tu mon amour ?

Oh Oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, ton absence me pèse ! Alors  
Oh Oh oh  ! Si loin de toi, notre amour danse-t-il encore ?
Oh  Oh oh ! Si loin de toi, ton absence me pèse, alors 
Oh  oh oh ! Si loin de toi, notre amour danse-t-il  encore ?
 
Tout ce que j’aurai pu t’écrire aurait-il effacé ce manque de toi
Tout ce que j’aurai pu te dire aurait-il ravivé nos souvenirs

Oh oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, ton absence me pèse encore ?
Oh oh Oh ! Si loin de toi, notre amour danse-t-il encore ?
Hum hum….

Si Loin De Toi

another great collaboration with Bill (Remnant60) 
i sent him a Turkish Saz track and he made it what it is . 
always a pleasure to collab with this guy :-)
Turkish Saz R.Walker
Bass , effects , guitars , 
atmosphere and percussions by #Remnant60 .

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In Sanhaja, Sy Xavi takes listeners on a breathtaking two-minute journey through a fusion of cultures. This electrifying track blends the mysticism of the Orient, the depth of the Middle East, the rhythms of North Africa, and the ethereal sounds of Northern Europe. The result is a genre-defying masterpiece that feels both ancient and futuristic, a celebration of global music that transcends borders.

Sanhaja

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Rider in the Storm

A sonic journey filled with mystery, introspection, and pulsating energy.

Ma Andi Had (Part 1)

My camera was rolling 
Recording the trade 
Of powder for pesos 
The Mexicans made 

It was strapped to my side 
And securely concealed 
From ten sets of eyeballs 
In a cocoa bean field 

See, I suckered them into 
Accepting my front 
As a two bit reporter 
On a fact finding hunt 

When they asked what was strapped to my side, I said “Nada” 
For fear of receiving the whole enchilada 

My hands and my feet 
Had been fastened together 
I was sweating profusely 
Because of the weather 

I got none of the food 
Or the water I needed 
My colon had packed up 
Its shit and retreated 

They were holding me hostage 
Until they were sure 
That my motives for having 
A camera were pure 

Which they weren’t meaning I would be Carne Asada 
I unwittingly purchased the whole enchilada 

He mumbles in Spanish 
He points and he chuckles 
He lunges and contacts 
My face with his knuckles 

And I attempted to bargain 
With a muchacho’s grammar 
“Free me and no one 
Will rot in the slammer” 

But he ignored my proposal 
Like I’d made it in fun 
And he banged my cabeza 
With the butt of his gun 

A Grand Canyon snooze or a sundown sonata 
Yours when you purchase the whole enchilada   

I dreamt I was skiing 
On a blanket of snow 
I was nervous and armed to the teeth 

A dead human being 
Popped up from below 
And said “there’s room for one more underneath”.

The Whole Enchilada

His last dungeon


And he arrived at a new place for adventure.
Past experience doesn't work here.
His friends have grown old, and some have passed away.
He himself was fed up with fighting.

He forgets what he was trying to do.
The sense of time also becomes vague.

What is about to begin is his last dungeon.
What he will find there are new rules and ordeals.


All of his weapons have become old and some of them are no longer usable.
He may have already forgotten how to read a map or how to fight.

He can't move like he used to anymore.
It's hard to understand the new rules.

What is about to begin is his last dungeon.
What he will find there are new rules and ordeals.


There is neither victory nor defeat here.
It will just continue until it's over.

His last dungeon

When you have to run away from what ever it is that you're running away from....

Ma Andi Had (Part 1)

pSYKOK