Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

This song walks a fragile line between past and future. Land of Long Shadows isn’t simply nostalgia. It is a challenge thrown at the world we are creating. A world where lies pile up like dust on forgotten promises, where leaders smile as they lead us blindly toward conflict, and where ordinary people are left to carry the weight.

The journey through the “land of long shadows” is the path we’re all on. Shadows stretch when the sun is low, when the light is fading. This track asks what happens when the truth finally meets us at the vanishing point. When there is nowhere left for deceit to hide.

There are memories here, sure. The laughter. The warmth. The better times that prove we deserve more than manipulation and division. Yet the real heartbeat of this song is defiance. A refusal to accept a future built on secrecy and abuse of power.

Keep walking. Keep questioning. Because once the perspective converges, the truth will stand alone.

Lyrics

I once felt mistreated,
But don't ask me why.
I hid all my secrets,
They'll stay there till I die.
I don't need forgiveness,
I did nothing wrong.
As God is my witness,
I'm carryin' on.

Through The Land Of Lost Shadows,
To the vanishing point.
Of dusty old memories,
Of when we were young.
I've seen enough crimson,
Lies painted in black.
We're given no reasons,
Why we're under attack.
To the land of long shadows,
To the vanishing point.

We saw all the good times,
We shared a few laughs.
We walked until sunrise,
But we took different paths.
Roads lined with promises,
We never could keep.
Have you heard them lately?
How do they sleep?

Through The Land Of Lost Shadows,
To the vanishing point.
Of dusty old memories,
Of when we were young.
I've seen enough crimson,
Lies painted in black.
We're given no reasons,
Why we're under attack.
To the land of long shadows,
To the vanishing point.

Remember the good times,
Dancing like a kid?
Remember when laughin',
Was all that we did?
Good times and bad times,
We've both had our share.
And I'm happy to know,
That you're always there.

Through The Land Of Lost Shadows,
To the vanishing point.

LAND OF LONG SHADOWS

back alley

Rockn Roll Nostalgia Forever
Stytz Syndicate : from the album "Best Before"

Stytz:  comp. arr./voc/guitars/lyrics
Paul Harriman: add. arr./ add. lyrics/bass
Peter Kumpf : drums
Matz Ulmer : keys
Josef Piek : producer / add. guitars

Demigod/ Stytz Syndicate

The last evening of October
Vampires drink tomato juice
The moon sets on the fishing line
Whomever they wanted to scare, he didn't come

All the colors of death on their faces
And scars – not sparing makeup
The night darkens
The light fades
And darkness dances among us

All evil has crawled to the surface
And celebrates its terrible feast
Here the devil has defeated God!
Let them carry out all the saints...
Let them carry out all the saints

The last evening of October
Vampires drink tomato juice
The moon sets on the fishing line
Whomever they wanted to scare, he didn't come

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последний вечер октября
вампиры пьют томатный сок
на леске опускается луна
кого хотели напугать - Тот не пришёл

все краски смерти на лице
и шрамы - грима не щадя
чернеет ночь
погашен Свет
и тьма танцует между нас

вся нечесть вылезла наверх
и празднует свой страшный пир
здесь дьявол бога
победил!
пускай выносят всех святых.. 

последний вечер октября
вампиры пьют томатный сок
на леске опускается луна
кого хотели напугать - Тот не пришёл

antihalloween

Perhaps a naive hope that we can get to a better place in my country by encouraging people to vote. But as they say, ballots. not bullets.

Influences: Boosty Collins, DeeLite, P-Funk, Fishbone

Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@jontyson?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Jon Tyson</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/red-and-white-womans-face-painting-DmLX7tBXMqk?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a>

Funkocracy

Here is the last track in this series for now (and there are still lots of great homemade samples left).
I think it turned out quite well and is a nice conclusion.
It became clear to me that it's not as easy as it always seems, but it is possible with a little patience.
Even if you have an idea of the result you want in your head, the path to get there is often quite long. I have to admit that my tracks are mostly a bit unusual and almost entirely handmade. But I still have my doubts about the right genre.
I hope you had a little fun listening to them anyway.

Gate 57

Music by Ambient Annie. Production & mastering BtNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

DANCING WITH THE UNKNOWN

Subtle Changes (2025)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiQHqQv91rU
Quand la nuit nous enlace
Le silence en témoigne
Le temps ralentit
Nos âmes se rejoignent
Et si le jour devait tout effacer
Que ton regard reste à mes côtés

Synopsis
Claire et Louis, amis d'enfance, construisent une cabane provenant d'un chêne, symbole de leur amitié. Un été, un simple contact révèle des sentiments plus profonds. La séparation survit avec le déménagement de Claire. Des années plus tard, les réseaux sociaux les reconnectent, et ils se retrouvent dans un parc d'attractions. Leur amour renaît, culminant en un mariage sous un chêne de leur enfance.

Quand la nuit nous enlasse

Coffee ☕ 

I'm awake dear world...
Where's the dose?
I'm twitching
In need of that warm dark roast
I've been watching this kettle forever boil
Breathe dear boy
Oh grounds
Calm turmoil
We're there
Now pour
Oh mighty morning fix
Check favourite mug
1 sugar now mix
Hmmm
We have our fag
We have our brew
Now into the garden you addict you...

Relief, I'm real, I'm alive, I'm numb
Course through my veins
Cure caffeine come
Tame my bark
Aww save my kids
Brew brave my stark
Snaps get their lid
First of too many
Through this day
From sip to sip
Awww keep hitting that grey
The cure of coffee
The seed of sane
Flicking mind bean
Timed happy pain

Caffeine to brain
Coffee my sane
Caffeine to brain
Coffee my sane

_____________________

432 Hz A
Key Gmaj7

Instruments
-Ovation Acoustic and Vocal live
-Kettle
-Hazey pad on keys
-Piano on keys
-Epiphone Electric lead
-Stirring
-Sip and an Ahhh
-Yawn and a stretch
-sniffing coffee
-back door, lighter and ciggy sound
-Gentle sine bells with the yawn

to do
-cajon after kettle boils
-Consider flute or clarinet

Coffee

Our latest album, 'SNAGGLETOOTH' is now available to purchase on vinyl @ https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/the-dc-sound-project-snaggletooth-album

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.

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Melancholy Blue (2023)

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