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Wild and Mild

Kiss in the Fog (Mara Bebous)

Whispering Alleyways

Shadows stretch where the moonlight bend

This album chronicles the journey of a young woman in 1950s Paris. Each track tells a simple, story about letting go of yesterday, holding a keepsake memory, and choosing hope as the sun comes up.

Les Mots Doux

Behind the Curtain invites you into a small, smoky club where one spotlight finds a lone chanteuse. These songs are intimate postcards from 1940 - 1950 Europe, street-lamp romances, train-station goodbyes, backstage confessions, and the quiet courage of women who keep going.

The Painter's Muse

White plastic smile, 
big creepy grin
Coat check the conscience, 
darling, come on in

Band plays sweet while 
the ice clinks neat
And the ledger keeps time 
with a wink and a beat

May every day be a wonderful secret
Toast to the sins that the sunlight can’t see yet
Signed in video, your little deceit
Tips in the pocket, truth under the seat

There’s a man with a tan like a counterfeit sunset
Calls himself gold but he tarnishes quick
Sells you a dream with a hush money drum set
Taps on the table with a nondisclosure stick

There’s a skybird shuttle with a velvet itinerary
No customs no questions just smile for the flight
They call her the Lolita - little plane that flies
Names in italics to soften the lies

May every day be a wonderful secret
“Write it in lipstick on backroom glass
Hide all the stains under velvet and brass
Smile like a saint while the sinners get seated
Order another, the evidence deleted”

Mr Hospitality king of the guest list
Polite little contracts tied up like a necklace
Celebrating your birthdays with 3 little gals
Camera spying on your creepy old pals
Bellhop memory never says nothing
Room service winks under silver dome covers
Elevator music with a hidden bass thud
Lift the lid slow there’s a rose in the mud

May every day be a wonderful secret
Pray to the god of the plausible deny it
Swirl it like smoke in a courtroom breeze
Choir sings hush in diminished degrees

Here’s to the pilots who don’t ask a question
Here’s to the headlines that flirt with suggestion
Here’s to the judges who love a good yawn
Here’s to the lights that never come on

Clink clink baby truth’s on a bender
Tip tap honey justice can wait
If innocence’s golden
 guilt’s legal tender
They say they like 'em young, illegal, even better

Now the orange man preens like a neon canary
But ankles get heavy when closets get airy
Whistles a tune about winning the night
And canaries go quiet at the hint of daylight

May every day be a wonderful secret
Fold it in cash like a pocket square lie
Hang it in cedar so moths won’t eat it
Wear it to brunch with an alibi tie

You say what you want, and you do what you please
Sign with a scribble and seal it with sleaze
Secrets grow teeth in the blue hour’s dawning
And midnight knows that the truth is coming

May every day be a wonderful secret
Another perversion, another paid pilot
We're draining the swamp - just wait and see
Unless that sludge just happens to be me!

May Every Day Be A Wonderful Secret

Ce qui est marrant c'est que salaud au féminin, en français, c'est pas salaude! Ha, #justsayin
Chanson inspirée par un vrai livre recent intitulé "Le Temp Des Salauds" 🍟🤓🤌

@bananasutra lyrics (variantions):

[Intro]
Bienvenue, mesdames et messieurs, 
Au grand bal des vertus douteuses. 
Ici, les salauds dansent heureux, 
Les cœurs vendus, les mains soyeuses. 
Leur morale est bien repassée, 
Mais toujours un peu tachée.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds,
Des faux héros, des pantins d’ego, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! 
C’est le temps des salauds, oh-oh, 
Des beaux parleurs, des faux normaux, 
Qui rient très haut… pour mentir plus beau.

[Couplet 1 – Le délire raisonnable]
Le nouveau réalisme, c’est l’art des salauds, 
Un délirium sobre, cynisme en costard chaud. 
Ils vendent la peur sous cellophane, 
Et t’appellent “extrême” si tu dis “humain”. 
Ils posent des questions de sages, 
Mais répondent comme des mirages sauvages. 
Ils jouent à la raison...  mais raisonnent faux, 
C’est la saison, la moisson des salauds.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des cerveaux trop clos, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds!

[Couplet 2 – Les alliances du vide]
Trois types de salauds, faut l’dire clair: 
Les politiques, les patrons, les faiseurs d’prières. 
Ceux qui savent mais trahissent, 
Eux les lâches, qui profitent. 
Le p’tit Jupiter, Machiavel au moral, 
Fait valser les foules dans son bal libéral. 
Il pactise, il nuance, tord le vrai, 
Pour qu’le faux paraisse sensé.

[Pont]
Forts avec les faibles, faibles avec les forts, 
Ils vendent la paix pendant qu’ils signent la mort. 
“Bon courage”, qu’ils disent, le sourire faux, 
Mais c’est un orage… on danse, salauds?

[Couplet 3 – Les fous et les faux]
Les fous aboient, les salauds cadrent, 
Et les cons signent tous les contrats. 
Les uns hurlent, les autres calculent, 
Et les lucides… se taisent, s’annulent. 
Les idoles changent, les valeurs se vendent, 
La foule like, la vérité s’attend. 
Les héros sont devenus salauds, 
Nous, figurants d’un online show.

[Refrain – Final]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des gros egos, 
Qui valsent au rythme des fiascos, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! (oh-oh) 
Au bal… des salauds.

[Outro]
J’en ai aimé, des salauds, c’est vrai, 
Leurs mots brillants, leurs airs parfaits. 
Mais minuit sonne, le bal s’oublie, 
Ces salauds-là ne dansent plus… avec ma vie.


[02] Le Bal Des Salauds • French BLOWsutra Gipsy LoFi Chanson INDIE

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Camel - Sahara

This ongoing project rises from heart, soul, curiosity, experience — and a couple of programs that help me piece it all together. Share if you care! :)
Rap, trap, indie, grunge, country, trance — just some of the sounds I’ve been shaping along the way.

My music changes with the day. No plan, no limits — just feeling, rhythm, and the joy of creating something that might make someone else feel too.
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