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Les belles filles

Côté passager

Côté passager (feat. Souldia)

Submergé

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Une bouteille à la mer

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Black Hole Halo

It seemed as if the evening had taken wings and fled in an instant.

If you can see the shape of things to come,’ he says, ‘and then put yourself into what you see, you will find yourself there.

The birds knew the truth and they sang it.

She was just a girl on the little lake back,
barefoot in bramble, skipping though a clover track.
Mam close in tow, by thin, by thick,
two shapes above, black, slim and slick.
Could tell nor see, not really, just flight,
Small shadows cast bright in the morning light.
They perched like secrets on a crooked pine,
watchin’ her grow, in breath and time.

Eyes full of clouds, hands full of chalk,
homes on feet, made to walk. 
heard the world hum in under,
On the way to something, in sorrow and wonder.

Years go slow but the questions run,
what’s the shape of the soul? What blinds the sun?
She packed up her sketchbooks, train to train,
chasing joy, as slick as rain.
Huginn pulls to thought,
Munin plays the strings of heart,
two wings flappin' always apart.
Always, ever, where do you go
They soar just ahead of me,
Quick and slow.

Brittle bramble, broken brush,
Not of mind nor though as such.
Sketching silver in the sand,
Hearts and hopes hand in hand.
She looks for where the crowd do land
With every line, she caught their eyes,
they flew just ahead through foreign skies.

The girl and the crows, a heart to turn,
on wind and wonder, ash and fern.
Their path not straight, pulls in threads,
one from dreams, from what’s unsaid.
She walks, she draws, she breaks, she mends,
The path winds on, where does it end.

There’s a fire she lit by a salt-laced sea,
alone with her breath and the muttering breeze.
Said, “Why must you split me, I’m tired of both.
Of choosing between them, of bearing the growth.”
They circled low like a lullaby tide,
then landed, soft, where the shoreline cried.
Not gods, not ghosts, not voices divine,
just black in feathers, not to be define.

They sit, the sees, a wild worn breeze.
An ache in bone and heavy knees.
Wing take flight yet once more, but not to straybfar nor soar.
Upon her shoulders do they land, nothing spoken, no demands.
We are you, you are us.
The dew glimmers on the moss.

maybe that’s it, not choosing a wing,
holding both as parts of the same thing.
Heart held silence and roaring thought,
she’s made a home in the lines she’s wrought.
A house not built but drawn by hand,
with salt in the wood and stars in the sand.
Two birds perched by an open door,
on shoulders where doubt can't live no more.

Not always peace, but at her pace,
Now all roads lead to the same place.
The crows don't whisper, now they sing,
Of the road ahead and what it brings.

When you see her pass with charcoal and tea,
know she’s sketching a life where she’s meant to be.
Not running now, just walking still,
letting tides carve that hill.

“Would you like to be a field, maybe a lake?”
“Surprise me, for heaven’s sake!”
“With every stroke, I give you life,
From tranquil scenes to those of strife.”

She’s not the girl who feared the split,
she’s the woman who lives with all of it.
Two crows, one heart, one endless sky,
no need to ask where or why.

One for the thought, one for the flame,
both wear feathers, both bear your name.
When you walk with the storm, you become the calm.

Laughing child, a setting sun,
Whispered secrets, love begun.
All these moments, forever cast,
In the present, though born of the past.

The girl and the crow

Aroha's Story: Letters to the Sea
Aroha, a Māori woman living on the rugged coast of New Zealand, endured years of violence and abuse. The sea became her only confidant,a silent witness to her pain and her slow rebirth. Over time, she wrote seven letters to the waves, each marking a step in her journey. But she was never truly alone. In her darkest moments, she imagined companions: İliad, Eleni, Maria, and Li Wei,women who existed only in the whispers of the wind and the salt of the sea, yet whose stories became her armor.
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T'es un gonflé

A joyous rework of the swing cover of THRIFT SHOP by the new york band "Post Modern Jukebox".

Exists in two versions. "Lovingly awesome radio edit" & "Welcome to the club remix"
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Scott Bradlee & Post Modern Jukebox "Thrift Shop" - (Bart&Baker Remix Radio)

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