Thomas Keteri, Vocals
Thomas Keteri, Guitar
Dylan Carlson, Guitars
Dylan Carlson, Bass
Dylan Carlson, Drums
Mixed, Thomas Keteri
Not Mastered By. Nobody
Lyrics, Thomas Keteri @ Whatever is in my head

Dink  "Time Isn't On Your Side"

Twilight Of The Soul

Trust  me or not

"Un parfum de passé" is a dramatic waltz in the spirit of the great French realist songs of the mid-20th century, carried by an intense and vibrant female voice in the style of Édith Piaf.
Over a fast 3/4 time, the accordion and strings weave a melancholic and captivating soundscape.
The song tells of an encounter as fleeting as it is unforgettable, an emotion rekindled by a scent, a glance, a sensation.
Only the heart speaks, carried away by the tumult of memories.
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« Un parfum de passé » est une valse dramatique dans l'esprit des grandes chansons réalistes françaises du milieu du XXe siècle, portée par une voix féminine intense et vibrante à la manière d'Édith Piaf.
Sur un rythme rapide à 3/4, l'accordéon et les cordes tissent un paysage sonore mélancolique et envoûtant.
La chanson raconte une rencontre aussi fugace qu'inoubliable, une émotion ravivée par une odeur, un regard, une sensation.
Seul le cœur parle, emporté par le tumulte des souvenirs.
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„Un parfum de passé“ ist ein dramatischer Walzer im Geiste der großen französischen realistischen Lieder der Mitte des 20. Jahrhunderts, getragen von einer intensiven und lebendigen Frauenstimme im Stil von Édith Piaf.
Im schnellen 3/4-Takt weben Akkordeon und Streicher eine melancholische und fesselnde Klanglandschaft.
Das Lied erzählt von einer ebenso flüchtigen wie unvergesslichen Begegnung, einer Emotion, die durch einen Duft, einen Blick, eine Sensation neu entfacht wird.
Nur das Herz spricht, getragen vom Tumult der Erinnerungen.

Un parfum de passé

GOLDEN DAYS (AIN’T GOIN’ NOWHERE)

Verse 1
Sun kissed my cheek like a lover come home
Coffee hit smooth, got that sweet undertone
Mama rang, said, “Girl, you sound brand-new”
Told her, “Joy moved in with a skyline view”
Last night the blues packed up, caught a train
Now my windows glow in that sugarcane flame

Chorus
Golden days, they rolled back in
Like vinyl spinning, let that groove begin
Golden days, no rent to pay
They danced right in and told the dark to stay away
Oh-oh-oh, they’re here to stay
Oh-oh-oh, and I’m feelin’ some kinda way

Verse 2
Got my swing dress on, red like sin
Sidewalk’s a runway, I’m struttin’ in
Corner boy whistled, said “You got fire”
Told him, “Baby, I’m my own empire”
Heart’s a jukebox, all Motown and kiss
Every wrong turn led me straight to this

Chorus
Golden days, they rolled back in
Like vinyl spinning, let that groove begin
Golden days, no rent to pay
They danced right in and told the dark to stay away
Oh-oh-oh, they’re here to stay
Oh-oh-oh, champagne in May

Bridge
They said, “You won’t shine,” but I’m blindin’ the room
Said, “You’ll break again”—but I changed the tune
Dropped my grief in that muddy stream
Now I wake in technicolor dreams
Mm-hmm, watch me gleam

Final Chorus / Outro
Golden days, don’t need no raincheck
Heels click like castanets on deck
Golden days, I’m rich in soul
Took back my rhythm, took back control
Oh-oh-oh, ain’t goin’ nowhere
Oh-oh-oh, throw your hands in the air
(Fade out with ad-libs: “Golden, golden, golden love...”)


GOLDEN DAYS (AIN’T GOIN’ NOWHERE)

Honey, My Mercy’s in Short Supply

Verse 1
You came knockin’ with that same old plea,
Tears on your tongue, but they don’t fool me.
I’m not the saint you think I’ll be tonight,
I’ll take your sin, but I won’t play nice.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my kiss for a lullaby,
Every touch I give comes with a price.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want redemption, baby, don’t look mine,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Verse 2
You call it love, but it feels like debt,
Every promise you made still drippin’ wet.
I don’t forgive, no, I just enjoy,
Breaking your heart like it’s my favorite toy.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my smile for sympathy,
Every tear you shed just belongs to me.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want salvation, baby, stand in line,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Bridge
I’ll give you one kiss, two drinks, three sins,
By the time you crawl, I’ll be gone again.
Don’t pray for kindness, don’t beg me sweet,
I’m the devil you love at your holy feet.

Final Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
Your prayers don’t matter, I don’t oblige,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Outro (smoky ad-lib)
Short supply… short supply…
Mercy, baby, mercy runs dry.

Honey My Mercy is in Short Supply

Lost in the Vineyard

Man catches woman kissing another man; he's not impressed. But now he's depressed so he writes a song to tell the world. You should listen to his sad story. :) 

Blues are Made for Bad News: Blues goes dream pop

Adagio in the City

Feel the Smooth

Moonlit Sway

Goodbye Is To Long A Word 
By DP music UK 

🎶 

Take me...
To where we end...
Forgive me...
I've lost a friend.

🎶 

Pray for me...
In times I'll need...
To save me...
I'll cut so.

🎶 

I bleed...
Deep inside for you... 
Can you see...
Anyway through.

🎶 

Goodbye is to long a word...
If we could try...
We would, fly like birds...

🎶 

Goodbye is to long a place...
To live and die...
Never to look upon your face...

Goodbye is to long a word.

🎶 

Show me...
There is still sometime...
A gift to see...
Is your still mine.

🎶 

Maybe...
I can live at least...
in knowing...
That deep inside.

🎶 

Were at peace...
Just for me and you...
Can you see...
Anyway through.

🎶 

Goodbye...
Is to long a word...
If we could try...
We would, fly like birds.

🎶 

Goodbye is to long a place...
To live and die...
Never to look upon your face...

Goodbye is to long a word.

🎶 

I bleed...
Deep inside for you... 
Can you see...
Anyway through.

🎶 

Goodbye... 
Is to long a word...
If we could try...
We would, fly like birds.

🎶 

Goodbye, is to long a place 
To live and die...
Never to look upon your face...

🎶 

Goodbye is to long...

A word.

Goodbye Is Too Long A Word

An independent producer and artist. Original is where it is at, one take, no mastering, no copy and paste. It is what it is, If you can't play, you need to practice, copy and paste and pro tools are for wimps and frauds.

Dink "Time Isn't On Your Side"

Purple House Studio