Broken

le recueil "Sources du Vent" de Pierre Reverdy est pour moi un des sommets de la poésie française contemporaine. On y trouve un équilibre insoupçonné entre le sensible et l'intelligible, le saisissable et l'insaisissable, le dicible et l'indicible, bref l'essence même de la poésie. Chaque rime est en soi une idée esthétique, comme dans "Lueurs des crépuscules", qui doit bien être le troisième ou quatrième poème pour lequel j'ai tenté une mise en musique.
PAROLES
LUEURS DES CREPUSCULES

Les vagues du matin à l’assaut des lucarnes
Le soleil écumant s’éclabousse au milieu
Le parterre est rempli de fleurs gonflées de larmes
Un bruit dans les allées inquiète le passant
 Tout s’arrête un moment
 Tout brille dans les branches
Et le spectacle change au moindre mouvement
Sur une vieille toile des lambeaux de mémoire 
Ont changé l’illusion mouvante de la nuit
Et rehaussant toujours l’or de ses accessoires
Le rêve suspendu trop haut déjà flétri
Au plafond s’attardait un doux son de guitare
Avec des mots précis et incompréhensibles
Le piège des yeux clairs et des cœurs trop sensibles
Où tous les signes bleus du jour sont restés pris
Heureusement guettant aux plis de la portière
Un air plus dur s’est mis à dissiper l’oubli
Le temps de s’en aller plus loin
 Mais toujours dans la même ville
Et sur le chemin qui descend
Les ombres de mauvaise mine
Des soirs où il fait mauvais temps
 Quand vers le fond du ciel la nuit froide décline
Quand les nuages bas volent sans discipline

 Pierre Reverdy
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LYRICS
GLIMMER OF TWILIGHT

The morning waves attack the skylights
The foaming sun splashes in the middle
The bed is filled with flowers swollen with tears
A noise in the alleys worries the passer-by
 Everything stops for a while
 Everything shines in the branches
And the show changes at the slightest movement
On an old canvas, shreds of memory 
Have changed the moving illusion of the night
And always enhancing the gold of his accessories
The dream suspended too high, already withered
On the ceiling lingered a soft guitar sound
With precise and incomprehensible words
The trap of clear eyes and overly sensitive hearts
Where all the blue signs of the day remained caught
Fortunately watching for the folds of the door
A harsher air began to dispel the oblivion
Time to go further
 But still in the same city
And on the path down
Shadows of ill-looking
Evenings when the weather is bad
 When towards the bottom of the sky the cold night declines
When low clouds fly without discipline

 Pierre Reverdy

lueurs des crépuscules

Ghost Girl

[Verse 1]
All my science – gone today,
truth in flames, it slipped away.
Was it love or just defiance?
Built on trust, not compliance.

[Chorus]
All my science goes to hell,
what we had – I couldn't tell.

[Verse 2]
We were sparks without alliance,
kissing fire, craving science.
She was chaos, soft and pious,
I was rules, she was bias.

[Chorus]
All my science goes to hell,
you were myth I couldn't spell.

[Bridge]
Pseudoscience in her smile,
led me blind a thousand miles.
All my charts – she broke them well,
every law began to swell.

[Chorus]
All my science goes to hell,
she's the truth I couldn't quell.
All my science goes to hell.

[Verse 3]
All my science –burned away,
was it ever built to stay?
Did we love, or just comply –
with some equation, you and I?

[Chorus]
All my science goes to hell,
she’s the law I couldn’t quell.
All my science goes to hell.

All my science goes to hell.

All My Science [Goes To Hell]

Before giving you my light here's some more....
Check out Barricage on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/Ak1v8dnzvUUAm6ng8
This artist should be celebrated. It doesn't matter if you hate metal. They are doing work for humanity and it's fucking amazing. I feel very passionate about this and thats why I have real tear writing this because I feel them and I know they feel it too... Keep it up lads and thanks for helping confirm my truth  🙌🏽 I'll be cry baby for real art haha


I'm passed worrying about offending the fake...
I'm off to rock the shit out of this one with thought! I'm able to apply that thought whatever way I like because I've practiced music for 38 years (almost EVERYDAY)... And since the fake bullshit started poisoning my world. I do it EVERYDAY without fail because this is too important a practice to watch people burn it...

For further information see pic... I used a thing called a pen


Some people might dismiss the pen nowadays but hear my reality for a pen...

You can close the screen 🥳 You can start to dream 🥳 You can tap your soul 🥳 and put it on a page 🥳No distraction by a fake world 🥳 True love gets made...🔆


You know man.... right wing politics has become one of the most fake projections in human history given information is available for people to find the truth... or close to it... In my opinion making fake art is playing into that same ignorant psychology and mindset. Make real shit now... Sieze the moment and save your fucking souls

Allow me to help...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjAn0oGS5Bk
Polly by Nirvana... This is the first song I learned on guitar. It took me about a week. Then I moved onto Stairway to Heaven and it took me a few months. You cannot type real fucking art end of story. Get that soul into it.

AI is here yeah.. AI will likely evolve to become way more intelligent then us... But it will NEVER have the most important ingredient. SOUL!

It's the soul that we connect to. It's the soul that makes it different. So if you enjoy souless music... Then fuck you and have a wonderful souless day! My soul wishes you would change but I don't wish you well because you are creating the problem that art has to deal with. So, become the solution and make fucking real music and then you'll get all the well TBD wishes there are...


You know man... The only thing I ever did with Chat GPT was when it first came out years ago I tested it and got it write a poem.. After nearly puking at the result I saved it on my desktop and there it will sit unused forever.... It doesn't deserve the light of day the plagarised splat that it was/is... Since that google insists on giving me knowledge results via AI... what can I say thats handy... But for making music. Get real will ya

V1. Actual Intelligence (A Jam - EXPRESSION BY THE BODY translating your ACTUAL feelings- properly)

P-Urushiol

Ethereal

World Of Sound

SONIC

Hidden World III

The Day After

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Sporadic-Shame-999874624

Prolonged Suffering For Ephemeral Bliss

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

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