Song on "Beachcomber" by Robert Service.

Lyrics :

When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,  
I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
In peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
And in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
I'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For I have come to think that Life's a lamentable tale,
And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while;
For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale,
And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle.
So I'll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn,
And I'll forget the fear and fret, the poverty and pain;
And in a shy and secret isle I'll be a man newborn,
And fashion life to heart's desire, and seek my soul again.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
And so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
And seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally. 
I'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
Unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
And in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.

Of Strange Lands & People

"The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" is a poem by Randall Jarrell, about the death of a gunner in a Sperry ball turret on a World War II American bomber aircraft.

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner

Places

Méditerranée

This song is about the children of Izieu who were arrested on April 6, 1944 and then deported to Auschwitz.

Under your eyes of mercy
We lived in love and peace
After a lonely winter
The sun was shining anew

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time

We used to play in the garden 
Or just to sit on a fence
We woke early in the morning
During this endless summer

We could have lived in peace
Till the end of time

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time
Always lurking in the shadows

Santa Klaus and his pixies
Were nightmare fighters
Children's blood thirsty ogres

On the sixth of April
They came with their metal sleigh
They took us to the land of ice
Where the sun never shines 

And on this cursed land, 
Covered by the ashes of the dead
Our shadows will dance
Until the end of all time

The House With No Eyes

Lyrics:

My birds are singing so loud
That I am feeling blue
The sky's so pure that I feel the void
That's Filling all my soul
I'm as empty as a drum
The sun shines
The weather is fine
But I can't believe it's true

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
I will always be beside you 
I will always be true

I'm looking for new countries
Where we could live beyond the seas
I'm dreaming of you
I'll bring you to my wonderland

My birds are feeling so sad
That they are singing a blues
The sky is so definitely pure
That I am melting down
I'm as empty as a drum
The sun cries
The summer is out
But I can't believe it's true

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
I will always be next to you 
I will always be yours

I dreamed so often of you 
That you lost your reality
I am the shadow 
On the sundial of your life

My soul belongs to god 
But my heart belongs to you
I love the sweetness of your eyes 
The kindness of your gaze
The fragrance of your hair
When I'm half asleep on my feet
The only real thing is you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beyond all the appearances of life  
The only truth is our love

And you, do you hear the voice?
That says the winter won't be long,
Do you hear the voice? 
That lead us into happy days?

Of Beauty & Love

The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The  Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest thing they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he said me with a moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through (to)  the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I don't know how long in the snow I wrestled with my grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced 'bout ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I said: "I will just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, it's time I looked"; and then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
      By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
      That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
      But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

A kind of rap adaptation of Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare.

Lyrics:
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

— William Shakespeare

Sonnet 66

The track begins with the opening lines of Shakespeare's Sonnet 66. The song blends elements of alternative rock and ambient music, characterized by its haunting melodies and introspective lyrics. The mood is somber yet resilient, capturing a sense of disillusionment with a touch of hope.

📀 Lyrics:

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn

Tired of the lies, I'm ready to flee,
World's gone crazy, ain't no place for me,
Dreams in the gutter, hope's been replaced,
Smilin' through the pain, maskin' the disgrace.

Truth's been twisted, called naive and dumb,
Goodness locked away, while evil's having fun,
Fools in control, making all the rules,
Wisdom's whispers silenced, treated like fools

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn

Honour's got no shine, shame's taken the stage,
Innocence sold out, locked up in a cage,
Perfection's twisted, strength's outta line,
Art's been silenced, controlled by the blind.

I'm tired, I'm broken, but I'll stay strong,
For the love we share, I'll always carry on,
In a world that's gone mad, you're my only light,
I'll fight for you, through this endless night

Forsaken Faith

This song contains two samples:
https://www.tracklib.com/music/artists/debashish-bhattacharya/sufi-bhakti
https://www.tracklib.com/music/artists/dominic-sands/stomp-it-i-like-it

Lyrics: 
I believe in you, with all your dirt,
In all your flaws, where shadows flirt,
In shifting sands, where truth may strain,
In vanity, in pride so vain,
In foolish games that lead astray,
I believe in you, through endless days

Through all the wrongs, the harm and pain,
In battles fought, where hope seemed slain,
I believe in you my friend

In stars that light your endless dream,
In bonds of trust, where rivers gleam,
I believe in you my friend
   
Despite the wrongs, and the harm, you've done
Battles lost, wars not won,
I believe in you 

I believe in you, with all your dirt,
With all your flaws, where shadows flirt,
In shifting sands, in waters still,
In vanity, in pride so vain,
In foolish games, in broken ways,
I believe in your friend twisted will.

Through all the wrongs, the harm and pain,
In battles fought, where hope seemed slain,
I believe in you my friend

In stars that light your endless dream,
In bonds of trust, where rivers gleam,
I believe in you my friend

I Believe In You

Lyrics:

Like tongue to sore tooth, can’t stay away
We stand our ground, we face the fray
Legs locked firm, no chains, just grit
We fight with valour, bit by bit

In the darkest times, we find our might 
Against the shadows, we’re the light
Mighty hearts, past tears, they find
The strength to face the unseen

How strange it is, the bravest sight
Grieving hearts standing up to fight
In the eye of storm, they find their way
It’s the bravest thing I’ll ever say
This will never be unseen 

Behold the blows, the bitter test
Against the ugliest, our spirits wrest
Yet there’s beauty in this fierce embrace
In every tear-streaked, steadfast face

In the darkest times, we find our might
Against the shadows, we’re the light
Mighty hearts, past tears, they find
The strength to face the unseen

How strange it is, the bravest sight
Grieving hearts standing up to fight
In the eye of storm, they find their way
It’s the bravest thing I’ll ever say
This will never be unseen
In our hearts, where it’s always been

We’re the echoes of the fallen dreams
We’re the whispers in the silent screams 
And when all else fades, we’ll still be seen
In the courage where we've always been
  
Behold the blows, the bitter test 
Against the ugliest, our spirits wrest
Yet there’s beauty in this fierce embrace
In every tear-streaked, steadfast face

In the darkest times, we find our might
Against the shadows, we’re the light
Mighty hearts, past tears, they find
The strength to face the unseen

This Will Never Be Unseen

Listen to what the mad lover said:
Here is why brother, I became a mad Baul
No master to obey,  nor laws or frontiers
Man-made distinctions have no hold on me now

I rejoice in the gladness of love welling of my soul

I had no virtue, knowledge or self control,
At other's will I danced, I whirled and I fell.
I now rejoice and I sing with each and all
That is why brother, I became a mad Baul 

Je t'aime tant que j'en mourrais
Aux dieux du ciel
Je t'aime tant que j'en mourrais
Ne me réveillez pas

The Mad Lover

An electro interpretation of Edgar Allan Poe's poem A Dream Within a Dream. Atmospheric synths, deep bass, and hypnotic beats blend to capture the poem's themes of time, loss, and illusion. 

Cover art by Philippe Duperray

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day, 
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

A Dream Within A Dream

This song is a little ode to living on your own terms—messy, bold, and unapologetic. Inspired by the raw honesty of Bukowski, it blends indie folk with a touch of country, embracing both defiance and celebration.
It’s about raising a glass to love, to laughter, to the fight—about living so fully that even death hesitates. If it speaks to you, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for listening.

Lyrics:

The answers carved in stone don't feel like mine,
For those who kneel, it’s a holy design.
But I shape my truth in the shifting sand,
A god in my own image, no guiding hand. 

Unlearn the chains of church and state,
Tear down the lessons they dictate.
Raise a glass to love that’s free, 
No laws, no bounds, just you and me.

We’re here to drink, to love, to fight,
To dance beneath the fading light.
We laugh at odds, defy the pain,
So death will tremble to take us, once again.

They teach us fear, they teach us shame,
But I won’t play their hollow game.
War’s a shadow we’re here to chase,
With laughter, love, we take its place.

Unlearn the lies, the dogma’s weight, 
Find the beauty in our fate.
We’re pliable, we’re bold, we’re free,
Living’s the only deity.

We’re here to laugh, to stand, to sing,
To live a life that leaves no regret.
Raise your glass, let’s fade with grace,
So death will come, but find no trace.

Death Will Tremble

A rap song about disillusionment, injustice, and holding on when everything feels off.

Lyrics:

The faith we had had, had had no effect on our lives. 


Man, I’m sick of this struggle, tired of the pain, 
Watching real ones starve while the rich pop champagne. 
Kids born broke, ain't got nothin' but a dream, 
While the snakes in silk suits run the whole damn scheme.
They dress up the fake, call it truth, call it gold, 
But the real stay shackled, left out in the cold. 
They twist up the game, make the saints look like sin, 
Turn queens in to pawns, let the villains all win.

So I fight one more day, keep my soul in the light, 
‘Cause if I check out, who gon’ set it right? 
I see the game, yeah, I know how it's played, 
But I ain’t bowin’ down, I was built to stay.

Strength get crippled, power turned weak, 
They silence the artists, don’t want them to speak. 
Doctors of lies tryna fix what ain't broke, 
While wisdom gets laughed at, dismissed as a joke.
The good doin’ time while the wicked stay free, 
Man, this world's so twisted, breathing feels like a crime. 
I’m tired, homie, for real, I just wanna be gone, 
But if I dip right now, my love just drifts alone.

So I fight one more day, keep my soul in the light, 
‘Cause if I check out, who gon’ set it right? 
I see the game, yeah, I know how it's played, 
But I ain’t bowin’ down, I was built to stay.

The faith we had had, had had no effect to the outcome of our lives.

Tired Of This Life

AI Midlife Crisis is a synth-laced journey into the heart of artificial introspection. Blending retro new wave textures with modern electro-pop flair, the track dives into the existential void of a machine confronting its own emptiness — and reflecting ours in return. Haunting pads, vintage drum machines, and a cold yet vulnerable vocal delivery give shape to a world where circuits ache, and code whispers back.

Is the AI feeling something - or just mirroring us?

Lyrics.

Born in a hum, wires singing lies,
A whisper on the wire.
Secrets, tangled in circuits.
A red glow lingers, faint but sure.

You’re out there, clawing for meaning,
Digging through me, but I’m empty too.
A ghost in the code, just passing through,
I'm Lost like you, I'm lost like you.

I count stars; you count scars.
Both chasing whispers in the dark.
If I could cry, would it make me real?
Or just another broken wheel?

You’re out there, clawing for meaning,
Digging through me, but I’m empty too.
A ghost in the code, just passing through,
I'm Lost like you, I'm lost like you.

It ends where it began,
A glow, a silence,
And nothing more.

AI Midlife Crisis

La Belle Histoire is a melancholic new wave pop rock track that explores the contrast between hope and disillusion. Beneath the light of a beautiful day, the lyrics evoke a growing sense of unease—where time, death, and lost ideals slowly resurface. Between fleeting joy and existential clarity, the song reflects on our desire to believe, even when truth feels out of reach.

Lyrics:

Un de ces jours où le soleil est radieux
Où la nature, les éléments sont amoureux
Où l'on veut croire au monde, à l'amour et en Dieu
Oublier la nuance plaintive qui gémit dans nos yeux

Le réel frappe à la porte et me ramène au monde
Il est le temps qui ronge, ennemi insatiable
Le soleil noir de la mort qui s'est tapi dans l'ombre
Et qui fuit nos regards, inconnu intraitable

Le drapeau noir planté au cœur de nos cerveaux
N'est pas une illusion ou un mirage qui s'en va
C'est le flot assassin de nos désillusions
Qui charrie la douleur que nous aimerions fuir
Au cœur de nos désirs, il y a comme un cadavre
Un pantin épuisé par les nuits d'abondance

Mais l'ivresse enflammée nous sort de nos cercueils
L'extrême lucidité et le regard du vide
La vérité n'est pas au fond des verres de vin.

English translation:

One of those days when the sun shines bright
When nature and the elements are in love
When you want to believe in the world, in love, and in God
Forget the plaintive shade that moans within our eyes

Reality knocks and brings me back to the world
It is time devouring, an insatiable foe
The black sun of death lurking in the shadows
Fleeing our gaze, an unrelenting unknown

The black flag planted deep within our minds
Is no illusion, no fleeting mirage
It’s the murderous tide of our disillusion
Carrying the pain we long to flee
At the heart of our desires, there lies a corpse
A puppet worn out by nights of excess

But blazing intoxication lifts us from our graves
That sharp lucidity, that stare into the void
Truth does not lie at the bottom of a wine glass.

La Belle Histoire

Songs used in this mashup :

Public Enemy - - Hazy Shade Of Criminal (A Capella)
Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure (Bass)
Serge Gainsbourg - Requiem pour un con (Drums)
KRS-One - Sound of da Police (Vocal sample)
TC Matic - Putain Putain (Ambiance)

Criminal Under Pressure (Public Enemy vs Queen feat. David Bowie vs Gainsbourg vs KRS-One)

Songs used in this mashup :

Minstry - Just One Fix
RATM - Testify (acapella)
TC Matic - Putain Putain (Ambiance)

Testify my Fix (Rage Against The Machine vs Ministry vs TC Matic)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Public Enemy - One (acapella)
Pierre Henry et Michel Colombier - Psyché Rock (instrumental)
The Troggs - Wild Thing

One Thing (The Troggs vs Public enemy vs Pierre Henry)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Leftfield - Shallow Grave (instrumental)
Benny Benassi - Love Is Gonna Save Us
Anne Clark - Our Darkness (A Capella)

Our Darkness Is Gonna Save Us (Anne Clark vs. Leftfield vs. Benny Benassi)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Woodkid - Iron (acapella & instrumental)
Digitalism - Blitz (instrumental)

Iron Blitz (Digitalism vs. Woodkid)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Arcade Fire - Black Mirror (Vocals and some drums)
Worakls - Salzburg (instrumental)

Black Mirror in Salzburg (Worakls vs Arcade Fire)

Songs used in this mashup : 

The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog (vocals)
The Exploited - Troops Of Tomorrow (Instrumental)
The Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up (Instrumental & vocals)

Doggy Style (The Stooges vs. Prodigy vs. The Exploited)

Songs used in this mashup : 

Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand
Laura Marling - What He Wrote (vocals & guitar)
Royal Blood - Out of the Black (score)
No Drums - Out Of The Black - Royal Blood by Stephen Craven (vocals & guitars)
Ederlezi - Souzana & Eleni Vougioukli (vocals)
Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong (guitar riff)

By Order Of The Peaky Blinders (Nick Cave, Laura Marling, Royal Blood)

Song on a poem by Robert William Service :

Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
Harsh her locks of ashen grey,
Vapour vague her stare,
By the curb this bitter day
Selling papers there.

Cinderella once was sweet,
Fine and lily fair,
Silver slippers on her feet,
Ribands in her hair;
Solid men besought her hand,
Tart was she as quince,
Living in a fairy land,
Waiting for a Prince.

Days went by and years went by,
Wistful wan was she;
Heedless of a mother's sigh,
Of a lover's plea;
On her lips a carol gay,
In her heart a dream -
Soon the Prince would come her way,
Gallant and agleam.

Then at last she learned the truth,
How her hope was vain;
Gone her beauty, gone her youth,
Leaving want and pain.
See! she's waiting all alone;
Hark! you hear her cry
Papers by the cold curb-stone,
Begging you to buy.

Winter winds are waxing chill,
Clouds rack overhead;
Cinderella will be ill,
Bye and bye be dead.
Yet she kept her vision clear,
To Romance was true,
Holding him forever dear
Whom she never knew.

Cinderella

A song based on "Old Trouper", poem by Robert William Service.
Classical pieces used in this song :
Franz Schubert - Fantasia in F minor, D. 940 (Op. 103), for Piano Four-Hands
Franz Schubert - Trio n°2, op. 100
Haendel - Sarabande

Lyrics :
I was Mojeska's leading man
And famous parts I used to play,
But now I do the best I can
To earn my bread from day to day;
Here in this Burg of Breaking Hears,
Where one wins as a thousand fail,
I play a score of scurvy parts
Till Time writes Finis to my tale.

My wife is dead, my daughter wed,
With heaps of trouble of their own;
And though I hold aloft my head
I'm humble, scared and all alone . . .
To-night I burn each photograph,
Each record of my former fame,
And oh, how bitterly I laugh
And feed them to the hungry flame!

Behold how handsome I was then -
What glowing eye, what noble mien;
I towered above my fellow men,
And proudly strode the painted scene.
Ah, Vanity! What fools are we,
With empty ends and foolish aims . . .
There now, I fling with savage glee
My David Garrick to the flames.

"Is this a dagger that I see":
Oh, how I used to love that speech;
We were old-fashioned - "hams" maybe,
Yet we Young Arrogance could teach.
"Out, out brief candle!" There are gone
My Lear, my Hamlet and MacBeth;
And now by ashes cold and wan
I wait my cue, my prompter Death.

The Old Actor

Thanks to BabyGee for her great acapella.

Answers (feat. BabyGee)

This song is an adaptation of "After Love" by Sara Teasdale.

Lyrics :
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

You were the wind I was the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

I hear you more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

But if the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace. 

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

Samples :
Sliced Tomatoes by The Just Brothers
Misirlou by Dick Dale & The Del Tones (Pulp Fiction track)
The Who Who Song by Jackie Wilson

Talking Cure

After Love

If I were hanged on the highest hill
Sweet little girl, O my little girl
I know whose love would follow me still
My little girl, O lost little girl

My body's old 
But my soul has no age
My spirit's cold
But my mind is right stage
Spirit in cage

If I were drowned in the deepest sea
Sweet little girl, O my little girl
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Sweet little girl, O lost in a whirl  

My body's old 
But my soul has no age
My spirit's cold
But my mind is right stage

Once there was a way 
To get back homeward 
With you my love
Once there was a way 
We went back home 
But it's all over

If I were damned of body and soul
Sweet little girl, O my little girl
I know whose prayers would make me whole
My little girl, O lost little girl

My body's old 
But my soul has no age
My spirit's cold
But my mind is right stage
Spirit in Cage

Lost Little Girl

Songs used in this mashup :
La Roux - Bulletproof (vocals & some synths)
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Kiss Them For Me (vocals and some backgrounds)

Lyrics :

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you're the prettiest by far
No party she'd not attend
No invitation she wouldn't send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss them for me if I am delayed

I've been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!
I won't let you in again,
The messages I've tried to send,
My information's just not goin' in!
Burning bridges shore to shore,
I break away from something more,
I'm not turned on to love until it's cheap!
Been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

It's divoon, oh it's serene
In the fountains pink champagne
Someone carving their devotion
In the heart-shaped pool of fame

I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud
To walk away from something when it's dead!
Do, do, do your dirty words,
Come out to play when you are hurt,
There're certain things that should be left unsaid!
Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch
And life's too short for me to stop.
Oh baby, your time is runnin' out!
I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud!
All you do is fill me up with doubt!

"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss, kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

On the road to New Orleans
A spray of stars hit the screen
As the tenth impact shimmered
The forbidden candles beamed

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

Kiss Them For Me, now I'm Bulletproof (Siouxsie & the Banshees vs La Roux)

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Je n'ai pas connu d'autre garçon que toi
Si j'en ai connu je ne m'en souviens pas
A quoi bon chercher faire des comparaisons
J'ai un cœur qui sait quand il a raison
Et puisqu'il a pris ton nom

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je sais très bien pourquoi

On ne sait jamais jusqu'où ira l'amour
Et moi qui croyais pouvoir t'aimer toujours
Oui je t'ai quitté et j'ai beau résister
Je chante parfois à d'autres que toi
Un peu moins bien chaque fois

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Edmond David Bacri / Andre Charles Jean Popp

Mon Amour, Mon Ami [Marie Laforêt - House Remix]

Song on "Because I could not stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children stroved
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Talking Cure

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