great fun..this..makes my day brighter..cool song👏🍺🎻

Amour déçu...quoique...// Lost love?...maybe not...

Gare de l’Est (At Paris East station)

Gare de l’Est, lying in ambush,
My body, patriotic,
Ready to sacrifice itself
For a stolen kiss.
The sky is threatening,
Like your last message
That I read a hundred times
In the midst of the crowd.
Like a soldier at attention,
I wait for you, I’m losing my mind.
No way, I won’t return
To Metz Without a promise.
My paced hundred steps
Don’t calm these voices
That softly repeat
I missed my chance.
It’s night now,
And the wind has risen.
I could lie down
Forever on this bench.
Like a soldier at attention,
I wait for you, I’m losing my mind.
No way, I won’t return
To Metz Without a promise.
Then the storm breaks,
Windows glisten,
Sweaty brow, flushed cheeks,
Sweat a salty taste.
If you don’t come,
If you’ve turned the page,
I can’t even imagine—
I ‘m losing my courage.
Like a soldier at attention,
I wait for you, I’m losing my mind.
No way, I won’t return
To Metz Without a promise.
I’d like to bring to light
A mirage from the mist,
A whirlwind of joy,
Your marvelous face.
“But she won’t come anymore,”
Says this stranger.
I turn around—
A goddess—
And I’m struck down.

Gare de l'Est

(translated below)

C'était une chanson difficile à écrire même si je ne l'ai pas voulue triste
Je pensais très fort à mon vieux père qui perd la mémoire tout en restant souriant et dont ma mère s'occupe continuellement

Dans ce monde qui se déchire n'oublions pas ceux qu'on aime. A la fin c'est cet amour qui restera.


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Quand tous les jours suivent les mêmes nuits
Dans un cycle infini
Les couleurs de mes souvenirs
S'estompent vers le gris

Et si un de ces jours
A rebours
Je venais à perdre l'envie
Je sais que tu serais mon appui
Au bord de l'oubli

Je n'ai plus peur du temps qui passe
Mon amour, mais dans mon cœur que tu te lasses
Et si le monde s'évanouit pour moi
Je sais qu'à la fin ton amour restera
Et je souris

Quand la mémoire glisse de mes mains
Tu guides mon chemin
Car dans le quotidien
Je ne ferai bientôt plus rien

Et tous les enfants de nos enfants
Je les vois de temps en temps
Mais je sens que leur vie
N'est déjà plus ma vie
Le bonheur, j'oublie aussi

Je n'ai plus peur du temps qui passe
Mon amour, mais dans mon cœur que tu te lasses
Et si le monde s'évanouit pour moi
Je sais qu'à la fin ton amour restera
Et je souris

Le monde s'efface autour de moi
Tu restes là
Le monde s'efface autour de moi
Tu restes là
Le monde s'efface autour de moi
Mais pas toi


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When all the days follow the same nights
In an infinite cycle
The colours of my memories
Fade to grey

And if one of these days
Backwards
I lose my desire
I know you'll be my support
On the edge of oblivion

I'm no longer afraid of the passing of time
My love, but in my heart that you get tired
If the world fades for me
I know that in the end your love will remain
And I smile

When memory slips from my hands
You guide my way
For in the everyday
I won't be doing anything soon

And all our children's children
I see them from time to time
But I feel that their life
Is no longer my life
I forget happiness too

I'm no longer afraid of the passing of time
My love, but in my heart that you get tired
If the world fades for me
I know that in the end your love will remain
And I smile

The world is fading around me
You're still here
The world is fading around me
You're still here
The world is fading around me
But not you

Au Bord de l'Oubli

Une chanson parlée, pour l'expérience.  Je raconte ici que j'observe le public lors d'événements tels que le 14 juillet, ces moments où plus personne ne bouge, où tout le monde regarde dans la même direction, comme si on était tous d'accord, c'est assez marrant; on est tous ensemble, mais chacun dans sa bulle. C'est de la psycho à 2 balles, mais je trouve ça intéressant.


Quand On Regarde Ceux Qui Regardent Le Feu D'artifice

EIGHT JUDGEMENT DAYS A WEEK

Oh marshmallow donkey with a sting in your tail 
You’re the king of confections on a frightening trail 
Not a treat to meet in the midnight breeze 
A chewy nightmare that brings you to your knees

Marshmallow Donkey

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[Verse 1]
Friday night, rolled in hot
Still smell like fryer grease and unpaid thoughts
Cracked a beer with my name on the side
Someone said “this is a funeral,” I said “well, damn—sorry, I tried”
Uncle Pete's dancin’ with the urn
Spilled bourbon on a Bible, said “wait your turn”
I hit on a bridesmaid who turned out to be
My second cousin… twice, apparently

[Chorus]
We’re just sippin’ on a maybe
Talkin’ big dreams and actin’ real shady
Got a buzz like a chainsaw fight
It’s a dumpster fire, but the sparks look nice
Hey stranger, hold my beer now (Beer now)
If I run naked, cheer loud (So proud)
Just blame tequila for the crimes you commit
We’re all a little messed up, and we’re proud of it
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe

[Verse 2]
Saturday started in a Waffle House booth
With a waitress named Karma and a missing tooth
She said, “Y’all smell like gasoline and shame”
I said, “Hell yeah, put that on my grave”
We hit a flea market for some fireworks
Bought a crossbow, a waffle iron, and two “Jesus Works” shirts
Tried to start a band in the Dollar Tree
Till we got kicked out for drummin’ on beef jerky

[Chorus]
Still sippin’ on a maybe
Everything’s stupid and that’s what saved me
I kissed someone I thought was my ex
Turns out it’s her twin — and now we’re all perplexed
Hey babies, drop that pride down (Right now)
We’re all broken but it’s fun somehow (Pow pow)
Life’s too short to play it clean
So we’re chasin’ dumb with gasoline
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe

[Verse 3]
Sunday woke up in a kiddie pool
With a raccoon on my chest and a “Party Mule” tattoo
My boots were gone, replaced with Crocs
And someone made a bong from a mailbox
Cousin Dale’s passed out in a tent
That says “Live, Laugh, Lawsuit” — heaven sent
I called my mom, just to say hey
She said, “You sound like you joined a cult—anyway…”

[Chorus]
Still sippin’ on a maybe
Tryin’ to live free, dumb, and kinda lazy
Got no plan but a cooler full of beer
And a playlist full of “what the hell happened here?”
Hey Monday, suck an egg now (Egg now)
You can’t kill this rodeo somehow (Bow down)
We may not know what the hell we're doin’
But we’re damn good at nothin’ and we’re still improvin’
Yeah, we’re sippin’ on a maybe

Sippin’ on a Maybe

Sixteen yards
Sixteen yards between us
Do we stop here?
Non of us want to start a fight
We locked our eyes in fear 

I stick to my pride, my stuff is in my pocket
Been all over the world on google earth and Elon’s rockets

You look a bit pale
Do you eat enough?
but your hair is shiny
It’s like marshmallow fluff

Sixteen yards between us
I think we better stop here
History will tell us
It’s obvious, it’s clear

I remember scouting and midnight fires
I remember ”love is in the air”
Promises and desires
Pretending not to care

I was eager but naive
Immortal and bold
You were soft and sweet,
a fairytale untold
Did we have a direction?
We were just riding a dream

Sixteen yards between us

Sixteen yards

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fear-fast-(forty-days-of-quiet)

composed by Chihiro MATSUMOTO(JéT)
arranged,played, and sang by Chihiro Matsumoto(JéT)
This is a remake version of my song. Original one was my acoustic guitar & vocal. And I tried to make this song more enjoyable with some arrangement.
Thank you so much for all the listening and very nice encouraging words
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Lyrics 
We’ve been wasting time
Struggle wastes your love
I feel (feeling) you fall on ground
Shadowy days fall on you
I’m so ,,, waiting for you…
I can’t keep my eyes off from you
And I hold old love
You must be beautiful for ever

We’ve been wasting time
Struggle wastes your love
Stay with me for now
Find your way so close
I’m so,,,waiting for you
I can’t keep my eyes off from you
When I  hold old love
You must be beautiful for ever
Oh　(the) life will be fine
I can believe in all your fate
You can feel it for now
A cloud is flow
(When)Open your eyes forward
I can’t tell you why
I’m so ,,,waiting for you
I can’t keep my eyes off from you
When I  hold old love
You must be beautiful for ever

Waiting For You

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Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

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