V and C

Stay All Night

Stay All Night (feat. Annie Belmont)

My Camelus Australis

Reprise on 2nd Avenue

Never Settle Down

우리의 피난처 (Our Refuge)

44 Pieces

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

07/09/2024

WE ARE INSPIRED

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

And after the fall the snow will fall
and costly frosts will come to call.
We'll light log fires to fight the cold, to jog our memories.
We'll raise a full glass to our Christmases passed
and the loves we lost to the trees.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

Bring on the Spring's new things,
snowdrops popping up
to warm the cold feet of the hedgerows,
bluebells in the wildwood where the wild garlic grows,
doves in the meadows
where the young couples go.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

09/09/2024

DANCING DOUBLE TIME

These are significant things.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

I need to say to him,
things I've kept for better days.
I don't like crying in the rain.
Oh! It's never best to go to war
but this is my life I'm fighting for
and I'm not the sort to run away.
I would never just disappear.

So I keep on, keeping on,
keeping all the rows at bay.
The problem is that problems-
they never just go away.
And I keep sleeping on it,
and, to be perfectly honest,
I keep weeping about it too.

The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

What's anyone supposed to do?
As it goes, you grow and you grow,
and finally you grow to know
there is no more growing to do.

You know what you must pursue.
You know what you must pursue.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
The problem is the problem is you.

Life has started to take us apart.
This ache is you breaking my heart.
And I take it you haven't got a clue.
Where do we start?
We part! We part! Oh dear!
You've got absolutely no idea.
Problem is I keep feeling blue.
The problem is the problem is you.

So I keep on, keeping on,
keeping all the rows at bay.
The problem is that problems-
they never just go away.
And I keep sleeping on it,
and, to be perfectly honest,
I keep weeping about it too.

The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is I keep feeling blue.
I keep feeling painfully blue.
The problem is the problem is you.
The problem is the problem is you.

13/09/2024

THE PROBLEM IS YOU

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.
I never think to buy
any boot sale junk.
Some of us need
the space to breathe.
Breathless with rage
I've reached that stage-    
spending my days
dying in isolation.
I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

16/09/2024

CROWDS

I have tried.
But so far
I've not expired.
I've parked all my dark thoughts
on a to-do list.

And for the life of me,
I can't fly.
I'm much too heavy
for the updrafts,
too heavy to laugh.
I watch birds do it
absurdly easy.
Moths, butterflies, bees.
Oh, I can't fly—
I'm much too heavy
in my head.

I have stood on top
of very tall buildings,
just taking in the view,
chewing over what to do.
Do I drop?
Or bring a stop
to this obsession with flight?
Do I put aside my wings?
Do I learn to fly tonight?
Will choirs of angels sing?

The choirs of angels sing:
"No one is listening."

FLIGHT

Shout. Shout. Shout.

I've listened to you shout-
crying out, drying out.
I've listened to you shout
being so far down and out,
you being so depressed.

Shout. Shout. Shout.
Drive the demons out.

You express your many fears
through all of your sorry tears-      
so vividly, so vividly,
so vividly it hid you from view.
And it makes no sense,
makes no sense to me at all.
You were once so beautiful.
You were so successful.
It must have been the drugs.
It must have been the drugs.
The drugs or the alcohol.
Oh! Yes! No. No. No.
It must have been the alcohol.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here.

Thank the big man on high.
Thank you Lord of the sky.

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-     
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here?

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
We can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you

Drying Out

DRYING OUT

composer: Ngô Văn Nghĩa
vocal ft. Hắc
instrument: Triển Chill
tiếng gõ phím lách cách: zafus

lyrics: 
Sáng sớm ngày tươi mới trong lành
Tôi vẫn nhìn như thằng trẻ ranh
Thấy em, nàng thướt tha yêu kiều
Biết sao giờ tôi đã lỡ yêu em nhiều
Xung quanh em biết bao nhiêu người
Gặp tôi em vẫn quay qua mỉm cười
Tôi cũng mong muốn nhiều khi
Trái tym em cũng có 1 chỗ cho tôi.

Biết đâu ngày mai có nhau
Tôi sẽ làm em bớt đau 
Trái tim cuồng si đã ngủ quên bao đêm dài
Lại 1 lần rung lên khi nhớ hình bóng ai
Biết đâu là em cũng mong
Có tôi ở bên sớm hôm
Tỏ tình với em đến khi đã quá đôi lần
Biết đâu sẽ thành đôi

Anh biết điều đó là sai không muốn em đi bên ai hết
Cho dù có bạn trai cũng muốn anh ta thật ngốc nghếch
Anh ích kỷ vậy thôi chứ cũng chẳng làm được gì so với 
Những chàng trai bên cạnh em mỗi sớm mai
Chờ đến khi những cuộc hẹn của chúng mình
Sẽ mờ phai đi trong sương khói
bỏ mặc tôi ôm một màu đơn côi

Biết đâu ngày mai có nhau
Tôi sẽ làm em bớt đau 
Trái tim cuồng si đã ngủ quên bao đêm dài
Lại 1 lần rung lên khi nhớ hình bóng ai
Biết đâu là em cũng mong
Có tôi ở bên sớm hôm
Tỏ tình với em đến khi đã quá đôi lần
Biết đâu sẽ thành đôi

Biết đâu ngày mai có nhau
Tôi sẽ làm em bớt đau 
Trái tim cuồng si mang nhớ mong đang ngóng trông chờ em đến
Biết đâu là em cũng mong
Có tôi ở bên sớm hôm
Tỏ tình với em đến khi đã quá đôi lần
Biết đâu sẽ thành đôi

Một sớm mai tôi tỉnh dậy và thấy hình
Em cùng ai kia môi kề môi
Vậy thì còn cơ hội nào cho tôi? 
Đành thôi..............................

Biết Đâu ft. Hắc (raw)

sweet-sweet-love.mp3

Jersey Giant

acoustic folk rock, psychedelic folk, melancholic, introspective, fingerpicked guitar, soft male vocals, storytelling, wanderlust, dreamy, vintage folk, campfire songs, indie folk, organic, unplugged, nostalgic, bohemian, mystical undertones, gentle, contemplative, produced with AI

Whispers of the Wild

We are a couple of musicians from the United Kingdom: Chris Madoch - mainly lyrics & Veli Finn - mainly music.


Lyricist for 'The Velicans' here on SoundCloud.
Published writer: poetry, plays and fiction.

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