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Poésie et musique.


Extraits:

la pluie bat contre mon visage
Laissant mon souffle dire c'est comme ça quand j'ai mal
Mes oreilles restent sourdes et coupent court à tout
Un râle dans ma gorge prêt à rugir m'étouffe

Je me sens laide et sale de la boue qu'on m'a laissée
Ce qu'il y a de charmant en l'homme s'est évaporé
Coup d'épée à mon âme j'engrange les plaies
Patience comme toujours je me relèverai

Je suis faite d'une étoffe tissée bien trop vite
La nuit je tente de défaire le tissu maudit
Que nul ne puisse plus s'insinuer ainsi
Et plus je resserre les mailles 
moins la pluie me saisit

Un Temps (Kevin Chaulier / La Gazelle)

Original song: @neowakan  - Silent Preach
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10-12-24

Silent Preach

& with the participation of Gommearababic for the choirs !
Chanson d'amour pour une fille
Ton coeur est tout lié et cassé
la nuit tombe
étoiles filantes
Chanson d'amour pour une fille
Si je savais pourquoi
Si je savais pourquoi
les étoiles sont seulement à 1,6km
mais juste une étincelle
juste s'enflammer quand la nuit est sombre
quand la lumière est
oh alors oh

un tunnel de lumière me suit sur cette route
est-ce que je me suis retournée
est-ce que je me suis retournée
pour que tu puisses me faire face
pendant que je pleure !
Wildsilences

Don't forget the clip visible on youtube made by our Friend Monsieur Madeleine Lien vidéo
https://youtu.be/CiVdFO8_GAE

Lovesong For A Girl By Zitou Itou & Wildsilences

Hey! Here is a master of my friend @specialececilia beautiful song Fly High!   Enjoy!!
Dx

Den Grant  Album

FLY HIGH ** CECILIA AND RICØ

A song that was particularly close to my heart to remix and especially to sing...So I tried to put my voice on this title that I love so much....And it is with immense joy that musical accomplice for almost 10 years....accompanied me on the piano.

Karine L.
KAELLE

DANCING ON MY OWN REMIX

Beyond The Walls

Chris Junos is an electronic musician from Alexandroupolis, Greece, whose work blends IDM, soundscapes, and Balkan/Mediterranean influences, recorded live in a DAWless studio, reflecting a niche but growing trend in authentic, hardware-based music production supported by a 2023 study in the Journal of New Music Research on live recording’s emotional impact.

The album title nods to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love, whose mythological ties to Cyprus and cultural fusion with Near Eastern deities (documented in 8th-century BC orientalization per Wikipedia’s Aphrodite entry) may inspire Junos’ cosmic-themed artwork and ethereal sound, challenging the Western-centric view of Greek mythology as isolated.

Aphrodite's Chill

Sparks (For two + guitars)

[ Albums ]
https://negativeheadphone.bandcamp.com

[ Youtube ]
https://www.youtube.com/c/negativeheadphone

[ Spotify ]
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6yptVqiGbvP3HpQNz2XTyQ

[ Facebook Page ]
https://www.facebook.com/negativeheadphone

[ Twitter ]
https://twitter.com/NegaPhone

Spotify

Vertigo

Polyphase

No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
Feelings aren’t facts
They’re weapons of mass distraction
Holding on won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Complaining won’t change the past
You can win the game by not playing
Don’t believe everything you think
No one knows what they’re doing
Don’t believe everything you think
Some things aren’t worth pursuing
Don’t believe everything you think
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light
If everything around you is darkness, you may be the light

Don't Believe Everything You Think

The path of least resistance

Nice Funky Stuff with Schmitt und Joerxworks
Nice EWI Synth From Joerxworx
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Lunatics 238 / Friday Funk / Schmitt_ joerxworx & Ratzzz

Lunatics 238 / Friday Funk / Schmitt - joerxworx & Ratzzz

COMPLETE LINER NOTES HERE---> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-clock-of-the-four-winds/

The clock of the four winds is a tall-case grandfather style clock originally assembled in 1710 by an Italian astronomer and mathematician named Ricco Foscari, a direct patrilineal descendant of famed explorer, vintner and occultist, Cosimo Foscari. The magical properties of the clock were such that when its hands were moved and positioned in certain configurations, it would trigger remote viewing events which would be projected onto the glass panel cover. The clock was also rumored to serve as a sort of “beacon” used for summoning an other-dimensional being named “Desdinova” who acted as a sort of intermediary between detached yet interconnected causal timelines.


LYRICS:
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The chariots lie broken exhausted from war
The wheels rolled off in the mud
In the morning all good things are good
The sun warms up the mud

Stillness is raptured in all its arising
The seeds grow up from the mud
In the morning the dawn weighs a feather
The insects hatch from the mud

The hunger for sunlight draws flies to the surface
The babies wake up in the mud
In the morning from green murky waters
To wiggle around in the mud

Bones growing hollow, the gills turn to lungs
Gasping for breath in the mud
The fins turn to legs the scales turn to vellum
As feathers shake loose from the mud

Fly high, all you flying high birds 
While the warm western winds are beneath you
Oh you soaring high birds
The sky coming down to greet you
We’re all dying to meet you

The bird, the great swooping bird
Beak open, gobbling gold
Oh you soaring high bird
The north winds are growing cold
Feathers flush with colors bold

Now pretend you are the sun
Feathers flush with colors bold…
Now pretend you are the sun

The southern winds, the washboard clouds
Diving daringly during the day
Teetering upon the tip of the tree
The seasons will have their way
Tail feathers turning to gray

Scatter little birds, oh you tiny little birds
The easterly light is encroaching
Seeds spilled upon the ground
 With the end of the autumn approaching
And the seasons must have their way…

Now pretend you are the sun
And the seasons must have their way…
Now pretend you are the sun 

And the seasons must have their way…

Rider’s final horse has ridden
Puzzle finished, last piece hidden
Oysters chatter on evening tide:
 “I’m Desdinova and I confide,
I am the one you warned me of
I am the leak and the long lost love
And I am the one who will never lie
Deathless, I may never die
By lizard lens and crystal rope
You know me by my telescope”
Scattering stars in hand she shouts:
“The play is what it’s all about
Behind the clock with arms stretched tall
The script is on the western wall
Behold the light that never warms
You’ve been warned, I am the storm”

So raise up your chalice and toast to the moon
And sing to the stars as they flicker and loom
O! Irony! O! Tragedy!
Aching knees don’t fail me now

We slayed the vile dragon who lived in the skies
We bathed in its blood and we pickled its eyes
O! Devilry! O! Revelry!
If my friends could see me now

O! Bravery! Camaraderie!

The last lotus eaters recline in the sun
The race to return  has been finally run
Finality! Causality!
Swept away on swaggering swans

The Clock Of The Four Winds

ala65

Music, the spice of life

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Dean

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

FLY HIGH ** CECILIA AND RICØ

ricø

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