I Believe ft. XHOI

The King was on his horse
His castle far away
He attacked his foe with force
And left them where they lay
They died without a hope
Of seeing their wives again
Oh yes, the king was proud
As he rode on through the rain
He knew that blood was never spilt in vain

And all of his people feared for what they had
For the King would take it from them
And they knew it made him glad
To see the hate in their eyes
As he rode past them day and night
He loved to see the sight
Of death in their lies
And hands poised on knives

Then one night, 
The King was in his bed
And a peasant came
Held a knife to his head
And waited till he cried
“Don’t let the things I’ve done
Hold too much sway
I’ll be a better man
I’ll let you have your way”
But the peasant slit his throat
Chuckling at his gargled pain
For like the King, he knew
Blood was never spilt in vain
And cursing King and name
He threw the body into the rain

King's Blood

Texte Français & Google traduction

LES IMPREVUS MALENCONTREUX

Les imprévus malencontreux
Qui sèment le mal tout autour d’eux
Viennent bouleverser par leurs venus
Certains des jours et même plus
Sortent de l’ombre et des buissons
Nous jouent des tours à leurs façons
A faire des maux, pétrir nos cœurs
Partant de rires, on passe aux pleurs.

Les imprévus malencontreux
Nous font souffrir, font de leur mieux
Voudraient nous voir sur une image
Noyant nos yeux dans un naufrage
Passent à l’acte sans prévenir
Nous faisant mal, malin plaisir
Sans faire passer comme indolore
Ces coups de l’âme contre nos sorts 

Les imprévus malencontreux
Nous rongent,
Et à cause d’eux
On songe,
A ce pire, l’angoissant,
De se dire à nouveau c’est quand….

Les imprévus malencontreux
Faisant du mal tout autour d'eux
Viennent nous voir de temps en temps
Nous faire savoir tout simplement
Qu’ils peuvent d'une manière
Nous faire du mal, nous mettre en l’air
Et que seul’ment s’ils le souhaitent
Nous laisseront des jours en fêtes.

Les imprévus malencontreux
Nous rongent,
Et à cause d’eux
On songe,
A ce pire, l’angoissant,
De se dire à nouveau c'est quand….

Les imprévus malencontreux
Que cherchent-ils contre tous ceux
Qui veulent vivre tout simplement
De grands bonheurs qui durent au temps
Pensant à chaque fois que tout bien
Vivant nos jours et leurs lendemains
Jetant les doutes à tous les vents
Pour que l'amour reste bien grand.

THE UNFORTUNATE EXPECTATIONS

Unforeseen events
Who sow evil all around them
Come to upset by their arrivals
Some days and even more
Come out of the shadows and the bushes
Playing tricks on us in their own ways
To cause pain, to knead our hearts
Starting with laughter, we move on to tears.

Unforeseen events
Make us suffer, do their best
Would like to see us in a picture
Drowning our eyes in a shipwreck
Take action without warning
Making us hurt, evil pleasure
Without passing it off as painless
These blows of the soul against our spells

Unforeseen events
are gnawing at us,
And because of them
We think,
At this worst, the distressing,
To say to yourself again when….

Unforeseen events
Doing harm all around them
Come see us from time to time
Just let us know
That they can in a way
Hurt us, put us in the air
And only if they wish
Will leave us days of celebration.

Unforeseen events
are gnawing at us,
And because of them
We think,
At this worst, the distressing,
To say again when is it….

Unforeseen events
What do they seek against all those
Who want to live simply
Great happiness that lasts over time
Thinking every time that everything is good
Living our days and their tomorrows
Throwing doubts to all the winds
So that love remains great.

LES IMPREVUS MALENCONTREUX

An anthem for those kind souls we miss and for those special people in our lives who never leave us, even after they are gone.

Holy

Holy (feat. Will)

Come Home

Poem “Dillard Sissman” from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

Thanks for recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
Beating the grass into long waves.

My kite is above the wind,
Though now and then it wobbles,
Like a man shaking his shoulders;
And the tail streams out momentarily,
Then sinks to rest.

And the buzzards wheel and wheel,
Sweeping the zenith with wide circles
Above my kite. And the hills sleep.
And a farm house, white as snow,
Peeps from green trees - far away.

And I watch my kite,
For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long,
Then she will swing like a pendulum dial
To the tail of my kite.
A spurt of flame like a water-dragon
Dazzles my eyes -
I am shaken as a banner!

Kite

This track was inspired by my fav film 'The Warriors', it's old now but I found it, posted it.. see how it goes

Not Coming Back

Something different :-) ... real Danmoi, harmonica, overtone flute; EWI trumpet & programmed bass and drums; a kind of country-folk-tribal mixture jam :-)
Quickly published before it disappears in the data garbage ;-)

A Picker's Blues

Angels

<< my last walk in the french quarter>>

I’m crossing Ursulines
To the park by the riverside
And the cold wind stings
And it don’t help my blues

It’s still dark outside
not another soul in sight
Then an old man comes up
“I bet I know
Where u got yo shoes”

“Well you got them on your feet!”
But then he sees my tear stained cheeks
“Son, I’ll leave you alone, you’ve got troubles on your on,
It's these women here, you know”,and then he turns around and goes

And so I continue on.
And I hear the river sing her song
It comforts me Til i believe i can be strong

into the breaking dawn
Saint Louis' spires begin to glow
It’s time to face the music 
This i know

Another Red sky at morning
and it’s too late to heed the warning
You know I never did belong
The french quarter’s not my home
here i never can be free
I know you’ll never leave


So there’s nothing left to say
I’ll just be on my way
But i will keep you in my heart Until I fade away

My last walk in the quarter

Wild Christopher Lyrics & Vox
Mike all instruments 

“This Road”

Dirt, gravel and bricks
Soft shoulders, speed bumps 
and try to avoid the ditch

I head out with arms wide open
I don’t know what could happen next
Born to fly 
I keep learning to try expanding 
Out from the inside

I look up
I check both ways
A little fear but not enough to stop me 
From this trip I am destined 
To find out the meaning in all of this

Day after day I keep on dreaming
I’m on my way but not yet succeeding
Don’t know the way This road is leading me
But today’s the today 
I start breathing

Shady pathways and tricks
Cold shoulders, getting dumped 
and always in a tight pinch

I head out a little bit broken
I don’t know what could happen next
Lovers lie
I keep learning to try expanding 
out from the inside

Don’t give up
Look to new day
Have no fear
It’s not enough to stop me 
On this trip I am destined
To find out the meaning in all of this

Day after day I keep on dreaming
I’m on my way but not yet succeeding

Don’t know the way this road is leading
Today’s the day I start breathing

SOLO

I’m still standing arms wide open
I don’t know still what can happen next
Born to fly 
I keep learning to try expanding 
Out from the inside

Still looking up 
Things going my way
Have no fear
There is nothing to stop me 
In this trip I am destined
To find out the meaning in all of this

Day after day I keep on dreaming
I’m on my way almost succeeding
Don’t know the way this road is leading me 
Today is the today 
I start breathing
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Wild Christopher & Unguided Express This Road

The Rolling Egg Rolls is a Montreal based musical project﻿ featuring songwriter Hoa Nguyen, songstress MISSA and Mix Engineer David '' GOLDEN EARS '' Bizzard, who along with their imaginary musicians virtually rock out until they are left with no choice but to record and release their music in an attempt to get them to stop making such a racket.
  
In 2015, he released, along with singer MISSA and mix engineer Mr David Bizzard, a CD entitled, " What a Feeling " , penned five of the tunes, among them the exuberant title cut and the sweetly soulful "What a Feeling," 
    
Widely known as an artist with an original sound and a keen ear for melody, Hoa relies on “ raw talent ” , solid groove, and a love for good melody whether writing catchy contemporary songs or heartfelt ballads. His music is raw, lush, honest, always real. The result of his eclectic musical journey is soulful and skilled.