Tic Tac, c'est un peu le Yin et le Yang, 
Texte et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520

Paroles :
Com, com, com,
Pâle, pâle !
Ton teint est pâle 
Tu le sais mais au fond
Peut-être que tu as mal
Sous ta carapace et sous tes écailles
J’ai bien peur que tu dérailles

De nature timide et aussi déraisonnable
Attaché à cette éphéméride 
Et à ton cartable
Toutes ces insomnies 
T’on rendu irritable
Au fond de tes ennuis, je sais que tu divagues

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éphémère musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier


Pile,pile
Tu tombes à pile
Fais-moi juste découvrir ta face
Mais soudain tu cherches un mobile
Tu disparais sans laisser de trace

Ton parfum subtil et enivrant
Que tu as posé sur mes lèvres
Délicatement errant et enivrant
Juste avant que le jour se lève

Clair, clair
Cette fois tout s’éclaire
Tu délivres ton coté caméléon
Comme une aventurière solitaire
C’est devenu ton obsession

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éternel musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier


Tire, tire
Tu les attires
Car tu le sais 
Tu ne manques pas d’air
Mais tu repars dans tes délires
La je crois que tu exagères

Terre, terre à terre
Tu libères ton instinct panthère
Comme un désert sans artifice
Pourtant, ici tout est imaginaire
Une sensation d’oasis

Refrain :
Tout tourne en rond 
Sous les lumières 
Tu cherches de l’ombre 
Et tu espères un monde magique
Tu tournes en rond
C’est ton affaire
Tu danses dans l’ombre 
Sans partenaire
Sur cet éphémère musique
Comme, conne tu déconnes je ne parlerai à personne de tes tics

Tu veux qu’on te dépanne, quand ton cœur est en panne, au bord du précipice, tu te jettes sur la piste, tu danses pour oublier

Tic tac

One theme , 4 different versions. With the huge help from my mate Wonder Georg !

The 4 Colors Pen w/ Georg Boehme

dedicated to my sister Cindy (more to com)

During Sophie's last piano lesson I asked her to improvise a track on this piece. ( the mid range strings)  Then she started to improvise more.  I picked a key and told her to keep playing.  She did. She played beautiful music and she realized that she no longer needed music to play.  The light bulb turned on and she smiled.  People who only memorize music will forget it if they don't keep playing it.  When you can improvise in any key, you never forget that. You will always be able to play any time you sit at a piano and have no fear that you won't remember what you knew. it's important to know how to read music and the theory that goes with it,  but if that is all you can do, find a teacher who can teach you improv.  I'm very proud of her.  She has talent. 

Learning Forgiveness - Collab with Sophie

Sounds odd but I think I more or less agree with these lyrics. The "purpose" of life or for that matter anything is subject to interpretation. However i do think we spend far too much time and energy searching for a reason or purpose when one probably does not exist. Life is a wonderful accident. This distraction of searching for "meaning" distracts us I think from the practical task at hand: caring for each other and the planet.

lyrics
I walked through the woods on a sunny day
nothing on my mind to get in the way
I looked to my left,I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright
when I stumbled uopn something hard to explain
6 big trees in a circle so perfect
there HAD to be a reason
There HaAd to be a purpose
who could have done such a wonderous thing
Deep in the woods away from everything

As I left the trees and walked along
my eyes now firmly fixed on the ground
I didn't look left, I didn't look right
my ears had gone deaf,my eyes had gone blind
my mind was too full
my thoughts too profound
a circle? why a circle?
so perfectly round
what was the purpose?
A reason MUST be found

I kept walking with those trees on my mind
to my surprise what did I find
a big empty field of broken swords and shields
piles of bones of horses and men
a glorious battle here must have been
I saw 2 banners, one red and one blue
facing each other as the cold winds blew
one bright and proud of this I was sure
but now dull and tattered,ripped and torn
each of them stained with the blod of the other
I wonder who won this epic struggle

I picked up a skull and looked into the eyes
and started at the empty space inside
why did you fight? why did you die?
where is your gold? where ids your glory?
Is there no one left to ell your story?
what was the cause? what was the purpose? it must have been great to cause such carnage
but the forest was silent I heard no answer
there was no reason why
I thought of the circle I thought of the skull
so I left the clearing  with a step that was light
I looked to my left I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright

we work too hard sometimes it seems 
to give a purpose to everything we see
and no longer have to ask mysellf why?
now I can look up at the sky

the circle and the skull ( are we kidding ourselves??)

Straight From The Heart

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Artwork by ciaorioris.


If You Want Me To

Inspired by “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, 1883.
Copyright 2025

They got on boats, and they sailed across the ocean hoping for a better life
They left behind poverty, famine, hardship and strife
She lifted her lamp behind the golden door
She welcomed them with open arms 
But we don’t need those people any more 
We’ll use robots to tend our farms
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
They say a rising tide lifts all boats but now it’s every nation for itself
As the billionaires and oligarchs accumulate more wealth
We’re all just living on this rock floating in the vastness of space
You’d think we’d find a way to co-exist as one human race
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
Someday if you’re standing there waiting at the pearly gates
With a bunch of other people waiting in line to get into heaven
And you’re filling out God’s paperwork so you can immigrate 
How will answer that question did you love or did you hate 
There are people who call themselves Christians who don’t practice what they preach
They see a man whose down on his luck, and they consider him a human leech
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.

Angry Mob Wearing Red Caps

What did you make with

Piano M 7964 3:00 04-08-2025

Blue Mounds

let it grow here 8.20.25

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought! 

Learning Forgiveness - Collab with Sophie

Sonni Quick