congrats guys .. really catchy this tune overall.. perfectly produced and arranged..very good vocals 👏👍

T-Black Cabs

Glowing Eyes

'untrue'

She's been sittin' on my steps, smokin' cigarettes,
thinkin' 'bout the sex fixin' to happen next.
She took me to her room
and, underneath the moon,
she played my bride, and, I, her groom
on wedding night, with 'I love you's
that all turned out quite untrue.

Now I'm wondering where she's gone
and if she thinks of me
when cold nights feel so long.
Oh, what could have been
if I would have been open minded then,
instead of livin' life in sin,
just fuckin'.

untrue

Roofpop

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[Verse]
Nickels kiss the counter; whiskey hums a low refrain,
We were prairie fire at midnight—now we smolder in the rain.
I ping the half-lit posse, every screen just stays asleep,
So I toast those silent cowboys and the secrets they still keep.
[Chorus]
Wildfire rebels gone mild tonight,
Swappin’ barroom blaze for porch-light white.
Wisdom might be silver, but we spend plain brass,
Laughin’ at the mirror with a tip-jar sass.
[Verse 2]
Deacon shelved his Tele, traded licks for lullaby,
Sawyer hauled me upright when the rail was runnin’ dry.
Boone keeps duckin’ numbers down a Dallas neon bend,
I drop a voicemail every birthday like a postcard never sent.
[Chorus]
Wildfire rebels gone mild tonight,
Swappin’ barroom blaze for porch-light white.
Wisdom might be silver, but we spend plain brass,
Raise a jar to the mischief that still rides our past.
[Verse 3]
Timmy swears the river beast grows a foot with every pour,
We surf the foam of mem’ries till our boots can’t find the shore.
Wrinkles map the cattle trails that time cut ‘cross our skin,
Yet the spark behind these pupils fans a wind that won’t give in.
[Chorus]
Wildfire rebels gone mild tonight,
Swappin’ barroom blaze for porch-light white.
Wisdom might be silver, but we spend plain brass,
Older by the tally—still young in the glass.

Wildfire Rebels Gone Mild

Bonjour,
J'ai le plaisir de vous présenter la version Trio enregistrée en live lors de la session du 08 mai 2025 à La Barraque Mirepoix (09) du morceau :
"La nuit, la colline a du Spleen " :
https://youtu.be/J55nNfEKvFM

Mathieu Torres Trio est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Contrebasse et arrangements :  Jean-Baptiste Azanza
Batterie et arrangements : Guy Ould Yahoui
Guitare et composition : Mathieu Torres

Issu c'est une reprise d'un morceau joué initialement avec M'Z un side project.

Plus de musique ici :
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et ici les anciennes vidéos (en solos) :  
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https://youtu.be/eI8yArJpvxc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP69ovvmteU

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La nuit, la colline a du Spleen - Mathieu Torres Trio - Video in description

--English translation after the French text--

LA VIE CACAHOUÈTE 

Un parfum d'adrénaline 
Une humeur caline
Un rêve de  praline
Une saveur saline
Une envie de berline
Des illusions marine 
Des accords grenadine 
Une Musique divine 

Refrain 
C’est ma vie cacahuète 

La vie cacahuète
Des amour clopinettes
Des promesses pirouette 
Un destin girouette
Des espoirs en cachette 
Des jeux d'allumettes
Des goûts de fête 
L’histoire Parfaite


Le Basic style 
Des gens des villes 
Des mots Textiles
Des passions tranquille 
C’est pas pas si faciles 
Les regrets débiles
Les nuits camomille 
Les jours qui vacillent 


TRANSLATE

THE PEANUT LIFE
A scent of adrenaline
A cuddly mood
A praline dream
A saline flavor
A desire for a sedan
Marine illusions
Grenadine accords
Divine music

Chorus 
It's my peanut life

A peanut life
Hop-on-hope love
Pirouette promises
A weathervane destiny
Hidden hopes
Match games
Festive tastes
The Perfect Story

Basic style
City people
Textile words
Quiet passions
It's not so easy
Stupid regrets
Chamomile nights
Days that flicker

LA VIE CACAHOUETE

La vie cacahouète

A story of transformation and finding someone who truly understands and supports you on a journey from feeling lost to finding a sense of direction.

Lyrics:

I was losing my way
Couldn’t see that my time was getting on
I couldn’t move on

Getting lost every day 
I was doing that all by myself
I needed someone

On my ass when the looking glass came to me 
Now I can see 

I wasn’t myself when I met you
I wouldn’t let you in but I let you
Now I’m alive and I don’t want to hide
Where I could get lost sometimes
Where would I be 
I’ll never forget when I met you 

Now I’m finding my way 
I don’t think about time getting on
And I got someone 

And I’m out of my shell
You get me like nobody else
And we can move on

Flying high in a perfect sky with me
Its easy to see

I wasn’t myself when I met you
I wouldn’t let you in but I let you
Now I’m alive and I don’t want to hide
Where I could get lost sometimes
Where would I be 
I’ll never forget when I met you 

Now I’m alive and I don’t want to hide
Where I could get lost sometimes
Where would I be 
I’ll never forget when I met you

Never Forget

Back Porch Heaven

Hometown growing to a place I don’t recognize any more.

Hometown gone city

Freedom is not Free - Master 12/23/2011 Lyrics by Tony Harris

AS I ENTERED THE VA HOSPITAL FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
MEMORIES, FLOODED MY SOUL
CHINA BEACH - NAM - SEVENTY ONE CAME TO MIND
AND ONE YOUNG MAN I NEVER WILL FORGET
WITH BOTH LEGS GONE AND RIGHT ARM MISSING
A WEDDING BAND TOLD ME THAT A WIFE WAS WAITING
I OFTEN WONDER WHERE HE IS TODAY
AND I WONDER IF HE IS OK

CHORUS
SOMETIMES WE FORGET THAT FREEDOM IS NOT FREE
THOUSANDS HAVE DIED FIGHTING DON'T YOU SEE
IN A FAR AWAY COUNTRY IN HARMS WAY
PLEASE REMEMBER THEM WHEN YOU PRAY
PLEASE DON'T FORGET THAT FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

AS I ENTERED ARLINGTON FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
ALL THE WHITE TOMBS BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES
AS THE HONOR GUARD SLOWLY PLACED THE REEF
IT SEEMED THAT I FELT MY HEART SKIP A BEAT
I THOUGHT OF THOSE WHO HAD DIED
AND ALL THE MAMA'S THAT HAVE CRIED
THERE IS NO WAY TO IMAGINE ALL THE PAIN
FREEDOM IS NEVER EASY TO OBTAIN

REPEAT CHORUS

PLEASE DON'T FORGET THAT FREEDOM IS NOT FREE

Original (BMI)

FREEDOM IS NOT FREE - Lyrics by Tony Harris / Music by David Walker (Original)

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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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Wildfire Rebels Gone Mild

The Artificial Home Wreckers

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