Sur un texte de Michel Benoit
musique, arrangement, instrumentation ,interprétation et enregistrement  par Alban Jacques Bouquette au Studio d'Azy

A Decize,    
Y’a des filles qui sourient,    
Quand on chante des chansons,     
Et les toits des maisons
Qui jouent d’l’accordéon,           
A Decize,

 Sur L’Aron,     
C’est la fête aux copains    
La guinguette est ouverte          
Et au son des flons flons
Les pêcheurs font la quête             
Aux Poissons,

Y’a tes yeux,  
Qui me disent je t’aime        
Et ne me quittent pas,            
Mais Decize c’est une ile,
Qu’on franchit pas à pas,        
Par les ponts,
 
Y’a La Loire,    
Qui s’écoule lentement        
Au rythme des chansons,     
Sous les yeux des amants
Qui se fiche des saisons,        
A Decize
 
Y’a le canal,          
Quand l’printemps refleurit             
Les écluses s’envolent,          
Pour Avril ou Fleury
En une farandole             
Sous les halles,
 
Au rocher,      
Y’a Saint-Just            
Qui nous parle,   
Et qui nous tend les bras
Qui nous montre Paris,     
Et nous dit ça ira       
ça Ira ,
 
C’est l’été,    
Sur un air de Monnot,            
Genevoix fait des claquettes,          
Et au fil de l’eau     
L’piano joue à tue-tête        
Au café  
  
Y’a tes yeux,       
Qui me disent vient voir,           
La Loire est un miroir,           
Qui nous parle le soir
Et nous conte son histoire,          
A Decize,
la la la …
Y’a des jours,        
Venus de St Leger,           
De Champvert ou d’Verneuil,         
On vient pour partager
Le bonheur sur le seuil            
De Decize.
Y’a tes yeux,       
Qui me disent vient voir,           
La Loire est un miroir,           
Qui nous parle le soir
Et nous conte son histoire,          
A Decize,

Y’a La Loire,     
Qui s’écoule lentement        
Au rythme des chansons,     
Sous les yeux des amants,
Qui se fiche des saisons,                             
A Decize

A Decize

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Intermission

Don’t Give a Fuck About Me Pt. 2

Composer : Karl Heimgartner Dat / August  / 05 / 2025 / © Copyright
Artist: Carlito Home 
Genre: LO-FI – Chill – Blues 
Single: 2025
Instrumental; Karl Heimgartner  
Title: A Cafe with Soft Music.
Track :  08

Production - Mix and Mastering by Karl Heimgartner 
My studio workstation Presonus Studio One 5 Professional

A Cafe with Soft Music

I'm not really sure what genre this track is... i feel like I'm currently doing musical theatre, but I don't remember ever signing up to do so!

Anyway, the words here come from my experience of meditating on Mars at dawn on his day, Tuesday: 

Too many tears,
Deluge and flood, 
The Earth is mired
In marsh and mud
That only fire of Mars can dry.

Too much hot air
From profiteers
Fans the camp fires 
Of strife and war,
That Mars arrives to provide. 

Our men are gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game

And only the oligarchs gain. 


There was a time, before the Age of Iron,  
When Mars was not just the god of war.
But that was in a different aeon,
A time when the wise were aware
That when winter had done its work,
Only the cobalt gnomes of Mars 
Could awaken seeds from their sleep
In the frozen soils of Earth’s dark,
And fire them up to arise, their spring
Flowers like flames reaching for the Sun. 


But if we ask, Mars will be our guide, 
If we appeal to him, invite him in.
To fit our inner armour of steel,
To forge our iron shield and sword
And fill us with the fire of will,
So that we can defend our life’s road
Standing sovereign, proud and tall
No longer the weak victims of those 
That perpetuate forever wars. 
Or else it will be more of the same.

Our men will be gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game.

Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.

Lyrics copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Mars

Submarine

I thought I’d build a submarine to travel deep under the sea
My computer drew some custom blueprints just – for - me
It will have a viewing port below and a periscopic view above
And a captain’s chair in calfskin leather that will fit me like - a – glove

My submarine is sleek and gold a fantastic sight to behold
Passersby who saw it couldn’t help - but – gawk
I put it on my old trailer and hitched it to my new volvo
And headed out for its maiden launch from the public City dock

I’m gonna see this world like I have never seen before
I’m gonna see this world like I have never seen before

I don’t have any deep sea knowledge as I head into the blue
But I have a clever chatbot that can tell me what – to – do
My friends seem somewhat skeptical; they’re clearly jealous I can tell
that none of them has thought of such a great idea too

When I return, if you’re lucky I will tell you all the things I saw
Cuz surely I’ll have stories that will fascinate and awe
Before I go let me tell you one thing you can know
You’ll never see what’s outside if you don’t open up the door

I’m gonna see this world like I have never seen before
I’m gonna be in this world like I have never been before


Submarine

Southern Exposure

Guitar Gods

This is based on my very first (instrumental) single and is about a free spirit who glides through life without a care.

Glide

She glides through life without a care
No expectations unaware 
Her path is clear but not defined
Damage is left scattered behind

She loves each moment of the day
Everything is done her way
She doesn’t hear and doesn’t see
Her path through life is wild and free

Glide glide

She’s an untroubled drifter 
Moving at her own speed
No chains to hold her
No rules to heed

She’s an untroubled drifter 
Letting fate decide
Wandering unburdened
Making her life an endless glide

Glide glide

No future aim no regrets and no past
Her friends and lovers just never last
She moves on not thinking no path is clear
No worries no sadness not an ounce of fear

And in the future who knows where
Her path will take her whose heart she’ll tear
Whose grief she’ll cause whose life she’ll change
What loves and hopes she’ll rearrange

The past doesn’t haunt her, no regrets in her wake,
No longing or pleading, no promises to break.
She makes her own rhythm, doesn’t follow the crowd,
Her progress through life is completely unbound

Glide glide

She’s an untroubled drifter 
Moving at her own speed
No chains to hold her
No rules to heed
She’s an untroubled drifter 
Letting fate decide
Wandering unburdened
Through a life that’s a glide

Glide
Glide

Glide glide

Lyrics by  Phil Hawker


Glide

Stick around a while and you might see me do my happy dance.
I’ll begin in just a little while.
Dancing like it’s going out of style.
It might not be pretty - in fact I’m sure it’s not.
I’ll admit I am no Fred Astaire.
I don’t have a care in the world -
But I have the sweetest girl you can find anywhere.

She’s the one that gets me dancing, so you can blame her
If you think that I am lacking grace.
All this dancing might seem out of place.
It might not be pretty - in fact I’m sure it’s not.
I’m quite sure Gene Kelly’s not concerned.
All I know my heart is beating fast,
Don’t know how much longer I can last - but one thing that I’ve learned
Is the Happy Dance.

I’m gonna do the Happy Dance - dancing all night long.
When you do the Happy Dance, trust me, there’s no right or wrong
Just hit the street, move your feet, get completely
In touch with the way that you feel - that’s the Happy Dance.

INSTRUMENTAL

I’m gonna do the Happy Dance - dancing all night long.
When you do the Happy Dance, trust me, there’s no right or wrong
Just hit the street, move your feet, get completely
In touch with the way that you feel - that’s the Happy Dance.

Happy Dance

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Happy Dance

Scott Orr

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