A little tribute I made to a great director and above all a dear friend: Henri-Jean Debon. In case you don't know about his work his images will speak more than my words, so please check this link: www.lcdvideosystem.com/

This tune is dedicated to his partner and his lovely daughter

Serge 
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I would like to thank the coalition of the willing who participated in these recordings
In alphabetical order...

Wissam Charaf: Vocals, backing vocals
Marc Codsi: Guitar effects 
Carl Ferneini: Piano, ping pong, backing vocals
Charbel Haber: E-bow, drones
Adrian Hartrick: Electric guitar, shooting stars
Karl Matar: Electric guitar
Malthe Berlin McBeck: Saxophone
Salim Naffah: Bass, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, explosions
Fadi Tabbal: Electric guitar, effects
Serge Yared: Vocals, electric guitar, ping pong

2 H.J.
(Serge Yared)

Have you written all the letters,
To the little one who can't read yet?
Have you picked the roses,
That will lay on your grave?

Chorus:
I know it feels the same
While the pain just adds up
(repeat)

Have you fixed all the pictures,
That your eyes are too tired to see?
Will you charge a thousand stars,
To direct Joey, Johnny or Jeffrey Lee?

Chorus

You're our man with a movie camera,
Light a bulb and let Hollywood win!
"Hey, how are you?!"
And then, "Hey, ho let's go"

Chorus

Recorded and mixed by Carl Ferneini at 2a7ad Recording Studio
Final Tabbalization performed at Tunefork Recording Studio
Arranged by Serge Yared with the help of Carl Ferneini & Fadi Tabbal

2 H.J.

The 'Damned Don't Cry' is first song ever recorded by the Incompetents ("More Songs From the Victorious City" 2008). 

A new version has been recorded by myself, Charlie Rayne & Carl Ferneini at Carl's home studio '2a7ad Records' in 2014. 

The Damned Don't Cry (Reworked)

Holy Toothbrush

Their condolences are here to remind me
That someone has gone
After a ten mins phone call
Your toothbrush was in the dustbin

Two seasons of bliss
For one season in Hell
I'm at the youth of my heartbreak
Yes, i'm at the youth of my heartbreak

Chorus: 
Funny how i thought you'd slip my mind
Now ' am trying to overcome you... Before you come back home


The pain is greater than
The resources made available to fight it
Rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac
Now my love is growing thin

There's all this sweat on me
But none of it is yours
I'm at the youth of my heartbreak
Yes i'm at the youth of my heartbreak

Chorus

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Written and produced by Serge Yared
Arranged by Serge Yared with Carl Ferneiné
Recorded and mixed at 2a7ad Recording Studios by Carl Ferneiné
Mastered by Lopez
Artwork by Eric Ritter

Participants by alphabetical order: 
Nai Ashkar: cello
Marc Codsi: bells, timpani
Carl Ferneiné: drums, synthesizers, flutes, effects, backing vocals, piano  
Charbel Haber: guitars, effects, drones, plague buzzing, 
Sélim Mourad: backing vocals
Salim Naffah: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, drums, bass, backing vocals
Karim Rifai: vocals from outer-space 
Julia Sabra: vocals
Rayann Yared: piano
Serge Yared: vocals, guitars, xylophone 
Yasmine Yared: violin

Special thanks to my coaches Mira Akiki & Alain Osta 
Extra gratitude to Carl Ferneiné
Holy Friends: Barbara Drieskens, Mohamad Marji, Sélim Mourad, Fadi Tabbal & Alfred Tarazi


(to be continued..)

Holy Toothbrush

Written by Serge Yared
Arranged by Serge Yared & Carl Ferneine
Recorded and produced by Carl Ferneine at CFM
Carl Ferneine: Keyboards, flutes, beats, backing vocals, patience
Charbel Haber: Haberssification 
Serge Yared: Guitar, vocals, additional keyboards

"A man is at war against his own people
He's confusing end with means
His eyesight is poor, but he dreams in high res,
Take a look! His scars are falling...

CHORUS
From the crown of my head
To the dungeons of my feet
I feel so unsafe
My skin is screaming
It's thin as a peeled grape
The bar of hideosity is high
Can't see no lights
Through my broken bones

From the Arab Spring, to the Islamic Winter
From Gaga to MAGA, we're all being had
His direct words fit his opaque intentions
Today 'to be first' means 'you're alone'

CHORUS"

Serge Yared

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