Name: Anónimo by Sabine Alexander
Duration: 4 min 13 s
Description: Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Cuando la belleza encuentra esa armonía, que es tristeza que levanta el espíritu, deja que permanezca en la memoria un piano que alegra en la tristeza nuestros días.  Genial, genial, genial!

Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Palimpsest

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

Beyond Time And Space

Stas Mix - Game over. Surface

Falling Leaves

Translation above
Paroles (lyrics) : Myckaël Marcovic
Musique (music) : Denis Caouette https://soundcloud.com/user-491321443
Chant (vocals) : Marie-Christine Tremblay et Denis Caouette
Denis Caouette : musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
André Lessard : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation

Ce texte qui s'inscrit dans le mouvement Metoo (qui n'est pas mi-rien) est un hymne déclaré à l'indépendance des femmes. La musique de Denis Caouette, un peu rock, est allégée par des vents qui rappellent les belles années du groupe Chicago.

This song, which is part of the MeToo movement (which is no small thing), is a declaration of women's independence. Denis Caouette's slightly rock-inspired music is lightened by wind instruments reminiscent of the glory days of the band Chicago.

SI TU VEUX SAVOIR
A Dominique Briand

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Suis les saisons, suis la rivière
Qui chante et danse dans son lit
Se riant des vaines colères

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Essaie de suivre ce nuage
Qui a toujours la même envie
De caresser des paysages

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

 Refrain : On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Regarde encore dans ton miroir
Pour y retrouver l’utopie
Le cœur ardent de mon espoir

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Il te faudra de la patience
Car jamais mon cœur ne frémit
Pour ceux qui manquent d’élégance
  
Refrain : On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté… (ter)        
(SOLO)

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

Refrain final : Maintenant tu sais qui je suis
Comme un bateau mi-eau, mi-air
Plein de rêves inassouvis
Mais qu’aucun port ne pourra taire
Nannanananananana !

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW
To Dominique Briand

If you want to know who I am
Follow the seasons, follow the river
That sings and dances in its bed
Laughing at vain anger

If you want to know who I am
Try to follow that cloud
That always has the same desire
To caress the landscape

If you want to know who I am
Listen to the sea wind
Filling the sails of my life
For a day of playing hooky

Chorus: You can't imprison the wind
Coming from the west or the east
I've always been tied
To the wings of freedom

If you want to know who I am
Look again in your mirror
To find utopia
The burning heart of my hope

If you want to know who I am
You will need patience
For my heart never flutters
For those who lack elegance
  
Chorus: You cannot imprison the wind
Coming from the west or the east
I have always been tied
To the wings of freedom... (ter)        
(SOLO)

If you want to know who I am
Listen to the sea wind
Filling the sails of my life
For a day of playing hooky

Final chorus: Now you know who I am
Like a boat half in the water, half in the air
Full of unfulfilled dreams
But no port can silence them
Nannanananananana!

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Si tu veux savoir

Already lived story

“Summer” is a song that captures the golden glow of memories you never want to let go. It’s about those endless days and sleepless nights when the world felt lighter, friendships felt unbreakable, and love seemed to live in the air. This track is a reminder of the summers you’ve lived — the laughter, the freedom, the bittersweet moments that still play like a movie in your mind. Every note carries the warmth of the sun and the feeling of time standing still, inviting you to relive your own summer story.

Lyrics - 

I see sun rise through the mountains 
It hints me we should go out 

I can’t wait 
See the beach 
When sun hits
Do you know that feel 
Close your eyes 
Feel the vibe
Do not bother 
Be happy with a smile 

Am I dreaming, you know feeling ohh oh ohh 

I see sun rise through the mountains 
It hints me we should go out 
You and I have no regrets 
we live the life, feel so high

Am I dreaming, you know feeling ohh oh ohh 
Am I dreaming, you know feeling ohh oh ohh 

I see sun rise through the mountains 
It hints me we should go out 
You and I have no regrets 
we live the life, feel so high


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Summer

A reflective, mournful piece from Before I Forget by The Jeremias Langsämmer Ensemble, featuring lofi piano, cello, and subdued strings. This contemporary minimal classical track blends intimate piano melodies with gentle orchestral strings, perfect for focus, study, or contemplative listening. The restrained yet cinematic soundscape evokes quiet introspection while maintaining a modern, avant-garde sensibility.

For Fans Of:
Max Richter, Ólafur Arnalds, Nils Frahm, Balmorhea, A Winged Victory for the Sullen

The Jeremias Langsämmer Ensemble – What The World Can't See (I Don't Hide) | Lofi Piano & Strings

Just another day in the life of a humble dictator.
He's down on his luck because he's lost his adherents, then goes on a date, then goes to a party where his traitors absconded to and passes out.
(Maybe the new guy found out how fickle the monkeys were identically....)

Lyrics:

It's going to be a lovely day
I feel it coming to the fore
This Adderall tastes like people need
To get out of my way
In the grocery store

My mood is my decision
And my decisions are generally pretty dark
She was asking for a body count
While on a date with a dictator
And i said i'd write it down
Once i got the figures later

As the weather outside grew stormy
We were discussing the means with regards to the ends
And the general zeitgeist
Billionaire techno-wizard freaks are not your friends
Neither are the normies
But the normies aren't giving masterclasses on the Antichrist

And while she was in Gravesend
Getting a purge of her follicles
She didn't mean to mock
But Disturbing naturally formed alluviums 
Is Almost as diabolical
As someone kicking your xeriscaping rocks
All over the sidewalk

And she said
After taking a breath
Life's daily demands 
Are just now not the same
Remember the early two thousands
When beating demons to death
With your bare hands
Was still a fictional video game

She'd had enough talk of killing
After flicking a piece of ash
She was such a vicious kidder
And then i really had going
A throbbing of my brain
Plus that feeling when
You need cash so bad
You're willing to be the lowest bidder
In an adversary supply chain

Water isn't clear 
But it seems clear because it filtered
What it wasn't clear to 
Which you then didn't evolve to see
What wasn't clear about her
Was that she doesn't kilter
To what would appear to be
What i was involved in
Enough to unequivocally agree

I then went to someone else’s circus 
And all of my fucking monkeys were there
Playing a diabolical form
Of political musical chairs

I'd had far too much of our host's brew
And dozed off as he prattled his parvenu 
Far on into the night
And coming to
I found it hard to believe
The change in his face
With the advent of dawn
His espirit de corps, 
His joie de vivre, 
His coup de grace, 
His deja vu
Were all categorically gone

Not My Monkeys Not My Circus

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Anónimo

For the refreshment of the soul and the glory of God........My name is Alejandro González M. Born November 28   1970.  I am a  Self taught composer  from Xalapa, Veracruz, México,  and my   orquestra project   "Sabine Alexander".   
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