It’s Like That, You Won’t Have It

English lyrics :

Dedicated to the 'Magician' Girl
(Real Story)

One day, you went far away there 
It’s a new destiny for you
One day, Lya, you went there
Memory of your so sweet voice 

Spin, spin, your music box 
Yes, his power is magical 
Turn, turn, the ritournelle
Your notes, honey-tasting

One day, your love got lost
Heart that cries, notes moved 
Faded memories
Sick at heart, that’s life

Spin, spin, your music box 
Yes, his power is magical 
Turn, turn, the ritournelle
Your notes, honey-tasting

Spin, spin, your music box 
Overwhelms me with your angel voice
Overwhelm me with your angel voice...

Dédiée à la "Magicienne"

Un jour, tu es partie loin là bas 
C’est un nouveau destin pour toi
Un jour, Lya, tu es partie là bas
Souvenir de ta si douce voix 

Tourne, tourne, ta boîte à musique 
Oui, son pouvoir est magique 
Tourne, tourne, la ritournelle
Tes notes, au goût de miel

Un jour, ton amour s’est perdu
Cœur qui pleure, notes émues 
Souvenirs évanouis
Mal au cœur, c’est la vie

Tourne, tourne, ta boîte à musique 
Oui, son pouvoir est magique 
Tourne, tourne, la ritournelle
Tes notes, au goût de miel

Tourne, tourne, ta boîte à musique 
Me bouleverse ta voix d’ange
Me bouleverse ta voix d’ange…

NOUVEAU DESTIN

Static is an edgy alt-rock anthem about breaking free from the noise. Electric guitars snarl over pounding drums as Artemis & Nymphs capture the chaos of modern life, where thoughts blur with the world’s static, until clarity cuts through and the ride begins.

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Static

Girls

Ting

Powell Peralta

That’s why we sing the blues 
We are made up

By and by some dreams they slip away
Into just sidewalk impositions 

Of homemade signs and leathered hand asides
From the concrete of this city that cries
In a currency of pleas for pity or sin
As the spiders ever spinning just drop on in

We can’t fight the flow of that which is imminent 
There’s a change in the air and that much is evident
Resent for such feeble attempts to prevent the words flowing like water feet stuck in cement 
We were warned by the prophets that with words alone one can not repent

In our face 
Pyritic green venomous whispering snake
Hiss of illusory promises
Blinds the aspirants
Confounds this coerced participant

Don’t dare walk away as this shit unfolds
Outstretched arms offer an ethos or begging for gold
Resent for such feeble attempts to prevent words burning like a fire face stuck in your head
We were warned by the prophets that with words alone one can not repent

Iodine stained skin waits in rain at every moment of some
Sip of holy wine break the bread
We are made up

Sidewalk Impositions

Lyrics

If it was only down to a sense of timing,
I still believe I could see,
All the things the future might hold,
For the likes of you and me.

We've always been dreamers, romantics at heart,
You know I still love you, though we're lifetimes apart,
I miss you, I'd kiss you, I'd do anything,
To make my broken heart sing.

How many days, have passed since we met?
I only have good thoughts, I got rid of regret.
I'm laughing', I'm dancing', I'm playing' the fool,
And I strut as I try to act cool.

But it's all for show, as I take every blow,
You know I refuse to break down.
I'll have a go, and let everyone know,
I ain't nobody's clown.

How many days, have passed since we met?
I only have good thoughts, I got rid of regret.
I'm laughing', I'm dancing', I'm playing' the fool,
And I strut as I try to act cool.

The world keeps on spinning, the seasons still change,
But nothing quite feels right, it's all re-arranged.
I walk through the crowd with a smile on my face,
But deep in my chest, there's a hollowed-out space.

Still, I get up each morning and give it my best,
Put my faith in the rhythm and hope for the rest.
If love leaves a scar, then I wear it with pride,
You're the ghost in my song, and the fire inside.

Description
How Many Days is the brand new single from The DC Sound Project.
It's a dark, moody and emotionally charged track that questions time, resilience, and the struggle of carrying heavy thoughts day after day. With raw lyrics and an atmospheric indie rock sound, this song captures the feeling of searching for answers in a restless world.

HOW MANY DAYS

I hope, my Friends, you like It?!
Best Regards
Andy

𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 💬

A flag. 
A moon. 
A sunset. 
An expensive power supply. 
The last of many, many lengthy trails across the sky. today, from silent unseen sources with a bearing / destination heading almost due south. Antarctica perhaps? 

Drum n Bass with some Trip Hop

South Bound

Until the Final Word is Love

All links now active... 🎵 Original Music from Wirral, UK | Phil Dutton & Les Corlett AKA The DC Sound Project

The DC Sound Project. Eight albums deep and still going strong. It usually starts with a good old-fashioned jam session, then somehow ends in a coffee-fuelled recording marathon. We write songs about love, politics, heartbreak, and those occasional “what the hell is wrong with the world?” moments, all brewed fresh on the Wirral. Press play… it’s music therapy with better side effects!

We’re an independent duo creating everything from raw folk ballads to gritty blues-rock. Every video is carefully crafted with free footage and, sometimes, AI-generated visuals to tell the story behind the song.

💿 Albums: 
Snaggletooth (2025)
Addiction (2025)
Black Ice (2024)
Yellin’ at the Clouds (2024)
The Puppeteers (2024)
Burning Bridges (2023)
Rattlesnake (2023)
Melancholy Blue (2023)

🎶 Listen: SoundCloud • Spotify • Apple Music • Amazon • Facebook • Instagram • Twitch

Thanks for joining us on this journey, it’s all about the love of music! 🎶✨