iris in the rain

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Polaroid of us

White Flame

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AVANT JE PARLAIS BEAUCOUP J’AVAIS LE GOUT DU BAGOUT
LES MOTS PISSAIENT DE MA BOUCHE COMME D’UNE BOUCHE D’ÉGOUT
ET JE DISAIS HAUT ET FORT CE QUE TU PENSAIS TOUT BAS
AVANT JE PARLAIS À TORT ET A TRAVERS LA CASBAH
BLABLABLA

DIRE MÉDIRE PRÉDIRE LE PIRE
MAUDITS SOIENT LES MOTS DITS JUSTE POUR LE PLAISIR
ET TOUT CE BAVASSAGE POUR TENTER DE SÉDUIRE
LA FEMME D’UN AMI UN AMOUR DE PASSAGE

MAINTENANT JE FERME MA GUEULE MAINTENANT JE PARLE TOUT SEUL 
ET JE TOURNE MA LANGUE 7 FOIS DANS TA BOUCHE
MAINTENANT J’AI FINI MA PHRASE J’AI COMPRIS JE M’ÉCRASE
DES ONOMATOPÉES BÉBÉ QUAND TU ME TOUCHES C’EST TOUT

AVANT JE FAISAIS LE FORT JE DÉCLAMAIS DES VERS
AVANT JE PARLAIS À TORT ET SOUVENT À TRAVERS
JE RENVOYAIS LES SALVES ET LES PIQUES EN BOOMERANG
TOUJOURS UN PEU DE BAVE SUR LE BOUT DE MA LANGUE

MAINTENANT JE FERME MA GUEULE MAINTENANT JE PARLE TOUT SEUL 
ET JE TOURNE MA LANGUE 7 FOIS DANS TA BOUCHE
MAINTENANT J’AI FINI MA PHRASE J’AI COMPRIS JE M’ÉCRASE
DES ONOMATOPÉES BÉBÉ QUAND TU ME TOUCHES

MAINTENANT JE FAIS LE MORT ET MON SILENCE EST D’OR
JE DORS AUX CATACOMBES AUSSI MUET QUE MA TOMBE
MAINTENANT JE FERME MA GUEULE MAINTENANT JE PARLE TOUT SEUL
M’ENTENDS-TU MURMURER BÉBÉ SOUS MON LINCEUL
BLABLABLA

BLABLABLA (lyrics)

“What you leave as a legacy is not what is etched in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”
— Anonymous
"So many who were remembered already forgotten, and those who remembered them long gone." 
— Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor and a Stoic philosopher)

This reflection on the sobering fact that our time on earth for most of us will not impinge upon the memories or future historical knowledge of generations to come, was inspired by a chance remark by my grandson who described an old photo of his younger self as not looking like him at all, and that he suspected his parents had just hung up a photo on the wall of some random boy. He was speaking in jest of course, but what we say can have consequences, and this song is one!

Lyrics:
He was just a random boy in a picture on the wall
No one claimed to know him, or if he was real at all
He was just a random choice to put in that wooden frame
And one day he’ll be replaced by another with another no name

Oh, just a random boy! Just a random boy!
From here or some distant place
But maybe somewhere, maybe sometime
He was more than just a face

Will there ever be some random picture of me on somebody’s wall as well?
Will they dine & drink, make love, take drugs, while I stare, stare but never tell?
I have a name and I have a life, but if they should glance at me
They’ll think I’m just a random boy, there’ll be nothing, nothing else to see

Oh, just a random boy! Just a random boy!
From here or some distant place
But I know somewhere, I know sometime
I was more than just a …

(Random boy) Oblivious (A random boy) Indifferent
(Just a random boy) You stand in a world of your own
But the random boy staring back at you was cast . . .
in flesh and blood and bone ……
In flesh and blood and bone ……
In flesh and blood and ……

Credits:
Music, lyrics & vocals: Michael Sellers 
Guitars & bass; keyboards; drums: Sergio Aguilar
Production, musical arrangement, mixing & mastering: Sergio Aguilar
Cover design: Michael Sellers
Track cover photo: Gabriel Moreno Fortuny

One Singer Left To Mourn

Random Boy

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the era of arcade

A song for missing someone who’s drifted into the void of the world, with its billions of people and places.

Jennifer’s Gone

Azul:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Keys, Vocs

This song is more relevant than ever, even though it was released in 1983.

Original version by Men at Work. Thanks for your attention!

Duty-free Heartache 12 (remastered 6825)

tom mcguinness

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