Generation +/ - Love


"Moins, c’est moi" is a poetic manifesto dressed as a lo-fi lullaby. Through fragments of story and soft-spoken verses, Anissa Boualem explores the strange beauty of choosing less. It's about the weight of things, the illusion of accumulation, and the quiet joy of space. Inspired by the minimalist philosophy, this song is both tender and sharp, absurd and wise a meditation wrapped in analog warmth. A whispered anthem for those who breathe better with less.

Lyrics : 
[Outro ]
J’ai connu un homme qui collectionnait des posters.
Des centaines. Mais il n’avait pas de murs.
Il disait : “Un jour peut-être, j’aurai l’espace.”
J’ai trouvé ça beau. Et triste.
Moi, j’ai préféré garder le vide.

[Couplet 1]
J’ai trop voulu :
des livres, des chaussures, des preuves,
des clés de rechange pour des portes qui n’ouvraient rien.
Et chaque chose prise… me pesait.
des clés de rechange pour des portes qui n’ouvraient rien.
Et chaque chose prise… me pesait.
Je croyais que plus = mieux.
Mais mieux, c’est souvent : moins.

[Refrain]
Moins, c’est moi.
Quand j’en ai trop, je perds la foi.
Moins, c’est droit.
Quand j’ai peu, je vois pourquoi.

[Couplet 2]
Un jour j’ai acheté sept réveils.
Je croyais que j’allais mieux dormir.
Je me suis réveillée… dans le silence.
Et là j’ai compris :
j’avais juste besoin… d’une nuit. Pas d’un bruit.

[Pont]
J’ai vendu mes idées… une à une.
Pas pour de l’argent.
Pour de la place.
Et dans cet espace,
j’ai entendu une chanson que j’avais oubliée.

[Refrain final]
Moins, c’est moi.
Quand je respire, c’est que j’ai froid.
Mais pas de peur.
Juste… moins de poids.
Et dans ce vide — j’ai trouvé ma joie.

[Outro]
J’ai tout réduit…
et j’ai grandi.

Moins, c’est moi

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter 
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

in an accent long unspoken
in an ancient dialect
curses, blessings, symbols, token
the janitor, the architect
born to care and to dissect
and dream the dream of the unwoken

like a bird within a flight of thought
falling upwards, held within
an endless tunnel copper-wrought
bats, the arching acrobats and next of kin
to passage-dwellers of the interim
who cuddle up head-down and midnight-fraught

about to take flight to the light
like a silent spell and serpent word
burning brightly in the night
like a river’s moon shedding a midnight beam
sheathing the last, unseeing and unseen
sheathing the last remaining sword

scalar fields pt 6 toltec heath

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A fleeting encounter in Shibuya turns into a neon fever dream. Between LED moons and whispered kanji, beauty hides a warning. Each drop feels like she’s still there glitching between the vending machines.

Midnight_Express

Cinematic

Hypnotic acid sequence, eyes staring deep, repetitive and endless.

man on acid.

eyes like tunnels.

Machines chop the beat into vowels and glitches, a synthetic storm of bass.

Dr0pit

AI Blender

The Myth brings The Bartenders and Emma Hope into a space where verse and sound move together. The text is written less as a story than as fragments of reflection, moving between images of love, time, and the cycles of existence. The delivery is closer to spoken cadence than to song, touched by Emma Hope’s voice that carries both clarity and restraint.

The music remains understated, shaped to hold the words rather than overwhelm them. It opens a quiet frame where language becomes texture, and where meaning is left deliberately unresolved.

The Myth

A minimalist lo-fi jazz poster in soft muted colors. View from inside a car, windshield framing a dreamy open road at sunset. Vintage grain texture, calm atmosphere, smooth lines. No characters, just road, horizon, sky reflections on glass. Chill and timeless mood.

Windshield View

Well no school, no work, no worries! At least for us making another track. But Mr. Grank is on a mission with his dirty pal Rusty. They encounter a mysterious phone booth in the park and Mr.Grank stops to make an important call to a long lost friend of his. What was the number though, the name? Address??? It is strange... Tubs, Fish tanks, Habitats, fire places... these things still have purpose in today's world... but phone booths? long lost friends? They fade into the background and slowly into the void. 
What is this lump in the phone book???
Another one of Mr. Grank's marbles! At least it wasn't all for naught. 

Lost In The Phone Booth Feat. Rusty

untitled.wav Don't Look Back,

The one uses extreme surreal horror imagery (a “bunny suit,” murdered children, blood-soaked fur) to express a deep psychological collapse, guilt, and self-destruction. 

LYRICS:
Put on your bunny suit and murder all the children,
Leave them out to dry.
I'd offer you some laundry soap but I have no money,
Guess you'll have to wear it dirty.

Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit,
Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit.

I bled the vein and now I can't stop bleeding,
I fade away until the world stops seething.
Witness me as I make my bed with velvet sheets.
Blood soaked bunny suit.

I made amends with the choices I made,
Every path I took.
I wasted every chance I had to change,
Guess I have to accept this.

Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit,
Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit.

I bled the vein and now I can't stop bleeding,
I fade away until the world stops seething.
Witness me as I make my bed with velvet sheets.
Blood soaked bunny suit.

I pushed you all away, 
While wearing a blood soaked bunny suit.
Bunny suit

Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit,
Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit.

I bled the vein and now I can't stop bleeding,
I fade away until the world stops seething.
Witness me as I make my bed with velvet sheets.
Blood soaked bunny suit.

Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit,
Bunny suit, a fucking bunny suit.

Bunny Suit

The Bartenders is a band founded in Toronto, Canada, by two passionate musicians: Johnny D. and Stephaan Rayes. This dynamic duo has mastered the art of modern blues, infusing it with soulful grooves and a touch of rock. Their signature track, Hey Bartender!, quickly struck a chord with music lovers thanks to its infectious energy and catchy riffs. Known for their captivating live performances, The Bartenders turn every stage into a vibrant mix of rhythms, blending classic influences with a refreshing modern twist.

The Myth

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