I caught you looking down your nose. When you had read my words.
With all the silly pictures where I put my head on birds.
Trouble is you think you mean something.
When you really don't mean nothing. 

Oh, I could write a song with words exactly the same as you.
But my words won't mean a thing to you.  You take me for a fool.
And you think you fucking mean something.
You really need to mean something. 

Your pretty face decayed with age and left you in the lurch.
you didn't have a character. you'd never been to church.
But you still pretend it means something.
Oh, it really fucking means something. 

Watch out, you'll give me a heart attack.
No doubt. now you have lost the knack.
Step out. hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Your guitar is on your shoulder and you Wear it like a hat.
Just a fashion statement that might help you pull and that.
You still pretend it means something.
Oh it really fucking means something. 

Just because I have a joke and arn't as serious as you.
That doesn't mean that my words don't count exactly like yours do.
But I don't pretend they mean something.
They really don't mean nothing. 

Yeah I use all the cliches, oh I might say in or out. 
Up-and-down, side to side, I might cry round about.
I just don't pretend to mean something.
It doesn't fucking mean something. 

Hard tack. The few things your living for 
Hatch back. Expecting nothing more.
Old hat. Hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Oh, I might write a song in which I'm talking to a wolf.
Because that is a word which I can easy rhyme with gulf.
Bet you wanna think that means something.
It really fucking means nothing. 

Yeah, it's as easy as finding words that rhyme with laundromat.
You could say that, bat, cat, sat, lath, rat, hat, gnat, fat, mat. 
Oh you think it fucking means something.
Yeah you think it fucking means something. 

Oh, You've been writing songs in which youre talking to the Queen.
You're creating images, you don't know what they mean.
But you think they fucking mean something.
Yeah you think they fucking mean something. 

New man, tied to a changing mat.
or pram, a dent in the place you sat.
no maam, hoping to find my way home.
now I'm all alone. 

It's not that my words don't have meaning to them like you think yours do.
It's just that I don't attach value to it like you fucking do.
Cos you think it fucking means something.
Or you think it fucking means something. 

Strike back. giving your heart away.
Give back, here's to another day,
Price tag. Hoping to find your way home.
Now your'e all alone. 

Oh I could sing I love you, oh now don't you get me wrong.
But the people that I love know it without a fucking song.
Cos it's actions that mean something. 
Your words don't mean nothing. 

Yeah there's not much point in saying things if you're not gonna follow through.
The people who shout loudest are the ones who never do.
But they still pretend it means something.
It really fucking means nothing.



Mean Something

A fictional character producing real music. And loves BIG BEAT


The Double Morphis, a music creator who, as a child, didn't fancy traditional piano lessons, preferring to make up his tunes. He later fell in love with crafting music on the computer, steering clear of playing instruments.
 His music combines big beat, experimental, and elements of 90's techno, acid, breakbeat, and the occasional rap fusion. He is struggling with feeling and daemons in his head and the tracks are result of the war or a way to run from life and the feelings.
With a commitment to anonymity, The Double Morphis keeps their full details hidden, letting the beats take the spotlight.

Some new songs available here: https://axiomsofmediocrity.bandcamp.com/album/eighteen-below

It’s me, everyone’s favorite walking corpse Cameryn Cadaver!

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My name is Jack Miller. I am a guitar player/composer/multi-instrumentalist since 1972. Took a break while raising a family for about 18 years. Been at it again since March 2017 and loving it. I play solo and in the group, Counting Coup.

Instrumental guitar-based duo, Jerred Seveyka and Bret Tobalske.

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Auteur-compositeur de chansons françaises qui n'attendent que de bons interprètes. 
Après des études au conservatoire et musicologie à la Sorbonne, j'ai enseigné l'éducation musicale à des élèves en école élémentaire de 1982 à 2021.

Dès 1989, alors que je découvrais la MAO, j'ai commencé à faire des centaines d'arrangements de chansons pour enfants ou adultes dans tous les styles pour les faire chanter. Cette solide expérience m'a amené dans un premier temps à composer des chansons pour mes élèves. Puis, je me suis lancé dans un répertoire pour adultes. 132 chansons à ce jour !

Mon répertoire va de la danse traditionnelle française (La bourrée du maumarié), à l’EDM (La tête dans les étoiles) en passant par la musique classique (Double concerto pour violon, violoncelle et orchestre à cordes) et la chanson française, le gros du panier, avec le plus souvent cette pointe d’humour qui fait tant défaut aujourd’hui dans beaucoup de chansons, (ce qui est étonnant quand on voit autant d’humoristes fleurir aux six points de l’Hexagone…)

Même si certains apprécient ma façon de chanter, mes chansons sont faites pour de vrais interprètes qui aiment monter sur scène.

Né en 1961 à Paris.
Membre SACEM

Author-composer and performer... by default of French songs. 
After studying at the Conservatoire and musicology at the Sorbonne, I taught music education to elementary school pupils from 1982 to 2021.

As early as 1989, when I was just discovering computer-assisted music, I started making hundreds of arrangements of songs for children and adults in all styles, to get them to sing along. This solid experience initially led me to compose songs for my students. Then I started working on a repertoire for adults. 132 songs to date!

My repertoire ranges from traditional French dance (La bourrée du maumarié), to EDM (La tête dans les étoiles), classical music (Double concerto for violin, cello and string orchestra) and French chanson, the mainstay of my repertoire, most often with that touch of humor so lacking in so many songs these days (which is astonishing when you see so many humorists flourishing at the six points of the Hexagon...).

Even if some people like the way I sing, my songs are made for real performers who like to get up on stage.

Born in 1961 in Paris.
SACEM member

Born in 1980 under the name KRT, the band began its journey in the raw energy of live shows — in Spain, including a memorable concert in Burgos, and in Brussels at the Teatro. Those early years, intense and furious, were wiped away overnight: all archives, tapes, posters, and memories stolen in a single car theft, as if someone had tried to erase history itself.

By the late ’80s and early ’90s, the group found shelter in the former RKM studio on Avenue Molière in Brussels, under the demanding ear of artistic producer Jean-Claude Maury. From those sessions emerged Fast Beat and The Ballad of the Mouse and the Bird, defining tracks that carved NUR’s sound into stone — dark, restless, untamed.

After a split and years of silence, the band resurfaced under the name NUR, carried this time by the new promise of the digital age. The music could no longer be erased; it was destined to survive.

But fate struck again: the passing of one of the founding members closed the collective chapter. Today, NUR rises once more, as a solo incarnation. More than a project: a resurrection. A flame still burning, more than forty years after its first spark.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





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