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A Thousand Knives - Thrill

"Rico Gillette" [09.30.24] (Jack Miller)
J Dulva and Counting Coup   (c) 2024 Cenote Music

Rico Gillette [09.30.24]

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Passages

La queue du Mickey (translated)

Lyrics


Mad crazy paths we tread at night
Dysfunctional minds in a dim streetlight
Delusion’s grin is wide and clear
Echoes of chaos drawing near

Dismissed voices rebound and scream
Cussing sharp cuts through the dream
Discussing shadows that never stay
Caught in a loop that fades away



Broken clocks and shattered time
Every rhyme’s a crooked crime
Eyes wild like a howling beast
On scraps of sanity we feast


Hold tight to the edge you own
You’re a ruler with a cardboard throne
In this vicious circus we collide
Dancing stiff on the wild side

Dismissed voices rebound and scream
Cussing sharp cuts through the dream
Discussing shadows that never stay
Caught in a loop that fades away

Tonight we laugh at reason’s door
Once dismissed we'll come back for more
Mad crazy minds will find their spark
In the brilliance of a broken heart

Written by Kocho Shinobu © 
Performed By Roxy Black 
Cover Photo Roxy Black 
Zentopian Records ™ 2025

Dismissed

DISMISSED

The Snake, a Bargain, a Common Fate

Dazed - B'sides, we're complacent 
In this dying world 
As we got a common fate
Too proud to atone

The horses run the race 
Even wearing blindfolds
And, forced to keep the pace

The cost to play is staged
'F you wage rather than own
Hounds will count the days
To take the throne

With fangs within estates
Stake the land and claim a loan
The snake appears so brave


[Short Chorus]
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Drug you off the cave, and now you blame me?
Now that you pray, you try to blame me
Now that you can think, try and replace me...
No...


Faded - What could have conveyed
A motion to disown
Those words are mutilated 
Into what's opposed

In pages we portrayed 
Our most beloved ones
But lost what we translate

What's convenient for today
Oh, Pick your bone
Write in your own name
In two tablets of stone

The bargain you acclaim 
Might be great, but you should know
Not to idolize the Snake!


[Long Chorus]
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Drug you off the cave, and now you blame me?
...
No way you win without me
You'd still be climbing trees without me
So go and sing a praise about me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
Thanking your God, when you lay with me
Thanking your God, when you lay with me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
Him...

[Solo]

[End Chorus]
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Drug you off the cave, and now you blame me?
...
No way you win without me
You'd still be climbing trees without me
So go and sing a praise about me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
...
Don't write a sin about me
So, don't you write a sin about me
You got no medicine without me
Thinking it's your God, when you made me
Him...



/////////// MARCH 2025

The Snake, a Bargain, a Common Fate

dazy digressions

🎥YouTube Video here (will we ever have the time and resources to make a full video by 2080?😂): https://youtu.be/2vwP1ndf0O0
**🌧 Rain 🌧**  
Here we are again with a track we started recording months ago but never finished!
Finally, we’ve completed it and, wouldn’t you know it, while we were finishing the production, it rained nonstop here, with hail and everything!
It's a journey through rain and melancholy, where wet streets reflect memories and unfulfilled desires. The city's heartbeat blends with the sound of the rain, as unanswered questions fade into the storm. A track wrapped in dark atmospheres and intense melodies, for those who can hear the sound of solitude.
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on March 28, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

People walking in the street grey mist on my face
Loneliness is a city rain falling in its place
All the lights buzzing glowing in my eyes
Memories of the past haunting no goodbyes

Rain keeps pouring down no end in sight
Fear and desire tangled in this night
Footsteps echo like a distant cry
Here in the silence I can't tell you why

Under hard rain we're all looking for a sign
Falling with the drops we're lost in time
Cold hands reaching out but nobody's there
In the heart of the storm we breathe despair, but why?

Silver streets wet reflections now
Every raindrop a lost vow
Lurking ghosts inside our souls
Endless rain taking its toll

Thunder rolls distant lightning flickers low
Memories dissolve with each falling blow
Hope wears thin like the rain on glass
Questions unanswered time won't pass

Under hard rain we're all looking for a sign
Falling with the drops we're lost in time
Cold hands reaching out but nobody's there
In the heart of the storm we breathe despair, but why?

Rain

Music Video

In Your Arms - Robert Grigg & Combstead

Short, sharp, punchy punk-edged toe-tapping rock. Enjoy...

I’m the art. I’m the heart. With every step, I break apart
From catwalks to streets, I roamed. A body inked in a world unknown

Latex noir, my rebel guide. Captured moments, no compromise
In a fish tank, I lose my head. To catch the perfect shot, I’ve bled

Like every brushstroke, bold and bright, I dive into the dark, take flight
I get higher than I thought, then I rise again. Then I rise again
 
A string snaps, lovers break. In every move, I recreate
In every move, I recreate. In every move, I recreate
I’m the art, I’m the heart with my recreation
 
Chew on my dreams, swallow my thrill. Painting trees, bending my will
Fashion’s calling, take control. With my friends, we’re on a roll
 
I’m the art, I’m the heart. With every step, I break apart
Latex noir, my rebel guide. Captured moments, no compromise
Keep me reinvented

Electric Canvas

Timeline
(Verse 1)
Timeline
Can I solve the puzzle? Does the answer even exist?
Is it abstract in the making 
options, choices taken 
where’s the voices?
It’s a cruel game we’re playing, 
did we ever have a choice?
never had a choice is what I’m saying
I know, the question as well, as the answer 
in time we’ll all understand the meaning as well, 

(Chorus)
the only answer is, 
the truth is infinity, infinity is the truth, 
the answer is the question, 
and the question is the root
why so absolute 
not to mention a reason to be, 
existence is infinity, and the truth will set you free, 
never before, never before 
infinite, choices…The answer is …more!

(Verse 2)
What was done in the past
Effecting us now,
 we walk different timelines,  But they’re way ahead …how?
Time vibrates, like tectonic plates!
Given shape to our lifelines, final fate
What’s the cause of it all?
The crisis of it all,    The axis, recall
We exist,   one in all, One and all
Everything and everyone…

(Verse 3)
🎵In a constant state of time,
Doesn’t matter when or where, 
you’ve traveled the timeline, 
existence is existence,
And who are we to say,
What will happen in the future,
If we didn’t exist—- today 
…..in this timeline🎵

(Chorus)
(interlude)
(Chorus)

Timeline

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Bonegrind Anthem

Attacca
: attack at once 
—used as a direction in music at the end of a movement to begin the next without pause.

Movement. .......................................................................  Timeline

1st .............War Cry ......Call to Arms ...............................0.00--1.55
2nd............The Advance to Battle ...................................1.55--2.48
3rd.............The Battle Begins...........................................2.48--3.59
4th.............The Triumphant...............................................4.00--5.10
Thanks to Dennis for his pristine gunfire and airbourne fx....https://pixabay.com/users/dennish18-26151496/
Cover-art :- Marek Studzinski ...https://unsplash.com/@jccards
Orchestration,arrangement,mix and production ...Pablo

Attacca

"Attacca"

Lyndon B. Johnson - ”If you can convince the lowest white man he's better than the best colored man, he won't notice you're picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he'll empty his pockets for you."
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/lbj-convince-the-lowest-white-man/

John Philpot Curran, "The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt.
https://www.bartleby.com/lit-hub/respectfully-quoted/john-philpot-curran-17501817-2/

Patrick Henry - Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
https://avalon.law.yale.edu/18th_century/patrick.asp#:~:text=Is%20life%20so%20dear%2C%20or,liberty%20or%20give%20me%20death!

No Surrender

Now convince the lowest man that he's better
And he won't even notice you're picking his pocket
Hell, give him someone to look down on
And he'll empty his pockets for you

If ya wanna be free, live your life own way 
Then eternal vigilance is the price ya pay
Cause  Servitude is the consequence
If you’re too damn complacent  

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to autocracy
No surrender, no surrender 

It’s a lie, It’s a lie, It’s a lie
It’s a crime, It’s a crime, It’s a crime
Of the time, of the time, of the time
It’s a low down stinking lying crime of the time.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet
To be purchased at the price of slavery 
Some will bend the knee and kiss the ring
For me I say let freedom ring 

If ya wanna be free, live your life own way 
Then eternal vigilance is the price ya pay
Cause servitude is the consequence
If you’re too damn complacent 

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to autocracy
No surrender, to the chains of tyranny

No surrender, to the powers that be
No surrender, to a wanna be king
No surrender, no surrender

NoSurrender

Music, Lyrics, Guitar, harp, vocals, harmonies - Lizzie Taypen
Cover Painting - Lizzie Pentland
For Kathleen
Mischievous and Kind
Strong and Fearless
May you rest in peace now my friend

What a Friend had said

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/02PDO44GYjPQo0V8dFOeKk?si=j_qSmI1AROKGo4xk9aMtlQ

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Songster version was a little ‘copla’ about not being able to be with, nor without, a loved person.  As usual, I’ve ‘upgraded’ it, process from which you only get the final result, normally. 

But, following lyrics’ contradictions, I not only serve parts with different levels of (dis)order in heavy rock - flamenco sauce, but raw vs very cooked parts as well, starting with the improvised phone recording of the very first idea I had to develop the song, so please excuse my failures and noises.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics:

Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)  /  I know where you're coming from (Don’t you leave again)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pena,        /  when you come with that sweet sad face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes llorando sin que te duela,     /  when you come crying without any pain,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando dices que quieres hablar conmigo,  /  when you say that you want to talk to me,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando quieres estar al lado mío,                /  when you want to be by my side,

te veo venir (x3)                                           /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

Te veo venir,                                                 /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa carita de pilla,          /  when you come with that sweet sly face,
te veo venir,                                                  /  I know where you're coming from,
cuando vienes con esa sonrisa, chiquilla,    /  when you come with that smile, little girl,

te veo venir (x3)                                            /  I know where you're coming from, (x3)

ER33FI03 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016


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Te veo venir (No te vuelvas a ir)

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