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ENTIRE INBOX: Batch 382

Mountain Song

When We Come Back Down

Burn Bright is the Official Single for Abraham's debut EP Release "This Old Heart". 

Tune in to CBC All Points West on November 26th at 12:00pm for the premier of Single, Burn Bright.   

Burn Bright

Fortune doesn't favour your delay.
There are many coffins for each grave.
There's no welcome sign, beckons you home.
There aren't any markings on your stone.

I could use a lift out of this hole.
At least a decade living on their dole.
I am feeling trapped, caught in between.
I am feeling lost and submarine.

You are not welcome into the fold.
They're all laced with gold.
They don't feel the cold.
You boys are not welcome in the dream.
You're all submarine.
Submarine.

Condemnation has become obscene
Best find better things to do, get clean.
While everyone stays silent, by the way.
This is not the way to pass our days.

We are far too young to feel so old.
We the many, we are bought and sold.
We are living someone else's dreams.
We are so far down. 
We're submarine.

You are not welcome into the fold.
You can't provide the gold.
You're out in the cold.
You are not partaking in this dream.
You are submarine.
Submarine.


Submarine

Les saisons à l’envers 

Depuis 1998, Balmino a évolué dix ans comme chanteur, auteur et compositeur au
sein du groupe Khaban' (3 albums, 300 dates dont les Francos de La Rochelle, Spa,
Montreal) puis sous son nom Balmino avec une incursion en 2013 dans le gros rock
(BROC "Des Trucs Qui Poussent").
Depuis 2013, la majorité de son activité s'est déroulée au théâtre aux côtés du metteur en scène Emmanuel Meirieu avec lequel il a partagé 7 spectacles et, là encore, plus de 300 représentations (dont plusieurs fois les Bouffes du Nord, mais aussi le théâtre du Rond-Point, La Villette et de nombreuses scènes nationales).
Les Saisons à L’envers. Un disque écrit en deux ans et façonné pendant deux mois au studio La Ciergerie de Lyon en binôme avec Julien Jussey qui l'a réalisé et arrangé.
« Ecrit en grande partie pendant les confinements, « les saisons à l’envers » est
le septième album, le disque bilan de 50 ans de vie sur terre, parfois sous terre
et régulièrement dans les airs aussi, de la traversée compliquée des « années Macron », de sa vision du monde et de ce qu’il devient.

C’est une foule de petites lucioles allumées sur le temps vécu autant qu’une curiosité
dévorante de profiter du temps qui reste. C’est un tout petit accès à une forme de
sérénité non dépourvue pour autant des questionnements et des doutes qui l’ont
toujours portés.
Une forme différente de les appréhender, certainement.
Plus pragmatiquement, c’est un voyage à quatre mains dans neuf nouvelles
chansons, accueillies et cuisinées par son ami Julien Jussey qui a réalisé, arrangé ce
merveilleux disque 
En parallèle à ces activités, Balmino a également écrit pour d'autres interprètes
(Olivia Ruiz, Babylon Circus, Maïa Barouh, Evelyne Gallet...)


You Are The Sunlight

Kite

This song really feels like something special to me and the next step for Written Years. It’s a corrupt little 2 a.m. love song about finding yourself in this strange world. -Wade

Lyrics:

Turn the lights down now, I am all worked up
Try to shake it out, play the part
And there’s a kind, kind of quiet now
There’s a kind, kind of quiet now

‘Til we are cut in thirds on a restaurant stage
Where the ribbon girls spin and I
Am caving down, a kind of quiet now
There’s a kind, kind of

I am here, wide awake, help me into the car
I don’t want you to dance all alone in the dark
Even if it is all just a sick superficial feeling
(Superficial feeling, feeling)

I am lit, half asleep, throwing darts at the mirror
I am shaking right now like I shouldn’t be here
Even if it appears as a sick superficial feeling
(Superficial feeling, feeling)

I’ll wait a breath then take something to calm down
Bury my mistakes, spill it all
And there’s a kind, kind of quiet now
There’s a kind, kind of quiet now

So kiss me darling, I’ve been asleep too long
I can stand up right, clear my head
And it’s all a kind of quiet now
There’s a kind, kind of

I know it’s in our blood, this city will break our hearts, love
I know it’s in our blood, hit the lights and get it all out
I know it’s in our blood, this city will break our hearts, love
I know it’s in our blood

I am here, wide awake, help me into the car
I don’t want you to dance as you’re falling apart
Even if it is all just a sick superficial feeling
(Superficial feeling, feeling)

Shake it out, just shake it out,  just shake it out now

Credits:

Recorded at Echoplant Studios with Ryan Worsley
Co-Produced by Written Years
Assistant Engineer Matt DiPomponio
Mixed & Mastered by Jason "JVP" Van Poederooyen

Written by Wade Ouellet & Alex Richardson
Performed by Wade Ouellet, Kane Enders, Brian Dyck, and Alex Richardson
Additional backing vocals by Laura Genschorek

Album 2 (Edits)

Superficial Feeling

The Garden

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Can't tell one day from the other no
There's no setting a midsummer sun oh
And I can never recover no
Keep running, keep, keep running oh

No wait have you gotta go
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
You know I wanted to go slow
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so

Everywhere I go
We run out of sight, we run out of mind
Everyone I know
They run out of love, they run out of line

I heard that you got a place somewhere
About a million miles away but I'm hearing myself say
Was that your face that I saw today
You're taking your time and I'm just give giving it away
I keep giving it away

Everywhere I go
We run out of sight, we run out of mind
Everyone I know
They run out of love, they run out of line

(We run out of sight, we run out of mind)
(They run out of love, they run out of line)

Everywhere I go
We run out of sight, we run out of mind
Everyone I know
They run out of love, they run out of line
They run out of love, they run out of line
They run out of love, they run out of line

Music & Lyrics by Marti West 
Produced by Marti West

© all rights reserved

VIII

Everywhere I Go

She wants you to listen to her
Talk about her petty concerns
When it comes to those of your own
Her face is stuck in her phone

They want you to all clap along
To their trite, derivative songs
When it comes to watch other acts
They've all packed up and gone home

Maaate!
Mate!
Maaaaaate!?
Mert!!!

He will only listen to bands
That have Fantano rubbing his hands
All dressed up like an extra
in a Michel Gondry film

Vanity activist
Womanising feminist
Meat eating vegan
Robotic, office punk

Maate!!
MAAAATE!
Meat???
Maaaaaaaate!

You've gone and done it wrong

Maaate

Here Comes The Love

Gemini Rising

Knocking On Heaven´s Door

Heartache to the bone.

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