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Everyone has people they have loved who are no longer here.  We think of them and we miss them.  Have you ever dreamed about them? Had talks with them and could feel the warm from them? I have.  Most of them were with my father, who died when I was 35. Half my life ago.  When he hugged me, I could feel the warmth. When he walked away I felt such sadness. But that was not the only time we met in a dream.

Only In Our Dreams

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LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

Petrolio" is a dense, layered sonic journey, driven by a raw, gritty bass. A dreamlike exploration through murky landscapes and buried tensions

lauro rossi 22

My SoundCloud friend from the UK Martin Dean recently took me up on a suggestion that we create something beautiful together. Something spoke deeply to me while listening to his Cloud, and after about a month of consideration he settled on this improvisational piano piece of mine, and worked to orchestrate it along the 'less is more' principle.                              And OMG... something wondrous was born as you can readily hear.  Bless your Ears and your Soul, Martin!  and Thank You for engaging.

You can hear more of Martin's work @martindean

May you enJOY!  And btw... I'd recommend putting this one on Repeat.

© Gary Courtland-Miles 2016
 ℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2016
© Martin Dean & Gary Courtland-Miles 2025 
 ℗ Gary Courtland-Miles & Martin Dean 2025

Photo of our Sun on 04/07/2025 : by NASA Solar Dynamics Observatory

Quantum Vibrations *  w. Celli by Martin Dean

Quick start

Vocals https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents

Production https://soundcloud.com/rizlix


Here's a collab with the soundcloud legend https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents


You can hear his original work here;

https://soundcloud.com/couch-king-presents/i-like-to-sample-old-drums




Couch King Presents x RiZLiX - This One Goes

Spring is here
Life come out the ground
Get a sense of a lot going on
Plants and animals know it

Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Nobody gonna beg
Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Get my body young again

Breathe in deep
Brown become green
Wake up from winter slumber
Lots of action, get in

Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Nobody gonna beg
Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Get my body young again

When the season get ahead of me
When my common sense abandon me
When I feel like it’s gonna be too much
Sweat it out, burn it out, let it all go

Warmth in my body
Lesson from the earth
On the move, feeling groovy
Lesson from the earth

Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Nobody gonna beg
Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Get my body young again

When the season get ahead of me
When my common sense abandon me
When I feel like it’s gonna be too much
Sweat it out, burn it out, let it all go


Sun's Up, Fun's Up

Gravitaxis

The colors of Autumn are plain beautiful

Washburn R305 parlor guitar and 1928 Gibson A2 Mandolin. 

Jaunt through colors of Autumn

"I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us." - Anne Lamott

A Saturday morning composition inspired by the theme of grace.  Recorded on my very old Yamaha CVP and may need a few adjustments. 😊 Wishing everyone listening a wonderful day!

Days of Grace

05 C418 - Living Mice

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! 

Only In Our Dreams

Sonni Quick