it all started with "ça plane pour moi" on a Bontempi organ

Ticobsi Little Music Shack (TLMS)

wburgflow

brusselsversustheworld

handmadesoap

temptationofabelgianchocolate

napolifromspace

The Ballad of the Borderline Heart answers that smug PM letter with glitter, grit, and no goddamn apologies. 
Sung by a voice like scraped velvet — cracked, raw, and real. 
No anthems for the fearful. No lullabies for the powerful. 
Just barbed truths wrapped in sugar-pop defiance. 
Play it loud — let the borderlines shake.

Ballad of the Borderline Heart

justeunerose

Je n’attends rien… je tends le soir aux songes  
Je laisse les lueurs glisser, lentes, qui prolongent  
Je vous aime sans détour, sans dessein  
Comme un souffle se glisse entre les mains  

Je vous le soufflerai, suave et sans éclat  
Avec la lenteur liquide des pas  
Mot après mot, murmure après murmure  
Je délierai vos silences, vos armures  

Goutte à goutte, je me faufile en vous  
Comme une pluie de velours au seuil des verrous  
Lettre à lettre, je laisse couler  
Ma liqueur lente dans vos pensées  

Je veux verser ma voix dans vos veines  
Comme une onde qui s’épanche et se promène  
Qu’elle caresse vos doutes, qu’elle sème ses lueurs  
Qu’elle se love au plus doux de vos heures  

Je ne réclame rien, je ne retiens pas  
Je me fonds dans la brume, je demeure là  
Heure après heure, lentement je me glisse  
Comme la lumière lèche une vitre lisse  

Goutte à goutte, je me faufile en vous  
Comme une pluie de velours au seuil des verrous  
Lettre à lettre, je laisse couler  
Ma liqueur lente dans vos pensées  

Et si, un soir, sous un ciel sans défense  
Vous sentez frissonner une douce présence  
Alors peut-être, dans un souffle suspendu  
Vous murmurerez : “Moi aussi…” éperdu  

Goutte à goutte, je me faufile en vous  
Comme une pluie de velours au seuil des verrous  
Lettre à lettre, je laisse couler  
Ma liqueur lente dans vos pensées  

Goutte à goutte…  
Velours et pluie douce…  
Je vous aime… en silence.

Drops

I expect nothing… I lean the night toward dreams.
I let the lights slip slow, soft streams.
I love you plain, with no disguise,
Like a breath that drifts between two hands and sighs.

I’ll whisper it to you—smooth, without a spark,
With the liquid hush of steps through dark.
Word by word, murmur by murmur,
I’ll unlace your silence, undo your armor.

Drop by drop, I slide inside you,
Like velvet rain at your threshold, true.
Letter by letter, I let it flow,
My slow sweet liquor through your thoughts below.

I want to pour my voice in your veins,
Like a tide that wanders and softly remains.
Let it brush your doubts, sow its gleam,
Curl in the calm of your tenderest dream.

I ask for nothing, I don’t hold tight,
I melt in the mist, I stay in the night.
Hour by hour, I slowly blend,
Like light that licks a window’s end.

Drop by drop, I slide inside you,
Like velvet rain at your threshold, true.
Letter by letter, I let it flow,
My slow sweet liquor through your thoughts below.

And if one night, beneath an open sky,
You feel a tender shiver passing by,
Then maybe, in a breath subdued,
You’ll murmur back—“Me too…” imbued.

Drop by drop, I slide inside you,
Like velvet rain at your threshold, true.
Letter by letter, I let it flow,
My slow sweet liquor through your thoughts below.

Drop by drop…
Velvet, soft rain’s hush…
I love you… in silence.

Mass Av Drops

indiscoteca del tempo french

We never spoke in simple lines,
Our truths were tuned, our hearts in rhyme.
You’d drop a verse, I’d hum reply,
Two melodies beneath one sky.

In every chord, a clue was cast,
In every key, a glance that passed 
We borrowed words from vinyl ghosts,
And said the things we feared the most.

We were speaking in songs, not saying a thing,
Letting Lennon and Cohen confess what we mean.
Every chorus concealed what our courage postponed,
We were lovers who whispered through microphones.

You’d cue the crackle, soft and sly,
A sigh disguised in “I’ll Be Fine.”
I’d send a tune at 2 A.M.,
A trembling truth in requiem.

And in those tracks, our souls entwined,
Between the bass and borrowed lines 
Our love was played, not plainly told,
A secret spun in stereo gold.

We were speaking in songs, not saying a thing,
Letting Billie and Bowie translate our feelings.
Every bridge that we crossed was a record we’d known,
We were ghosts in a groove, decoding our tones.

Some nights I still scroll through the sound,
Your voice’s echo wrapped in vinyl round.
A needle finds what lips once meant,
Our silences still instrument.

We were speaking in songs, not saying a thing,
Letting lyrics and longing entwine in between.
Now the station is static, but the feeling’s not gone 
We still speak in songs…
when the silence comes on.

Ghosts in a groove

Que du vent

Covfefe, baby, what the hell did you write that night?
Moon was high, your brain took flight,
Your thumbs went wild, your caps lock too,
Now every sharpies laughin’ right at you.

Covfefe go-go, dude just hit the road,
Covfefe solo, take your ego load,
Covfefe oh no, your wave’s gone flat,
So grab your board, bro, and don’t come back!

Down in Mar-a-Lago, you’re tanning that face,
Orange glow’s brighter than the Vegas Space,
The people shout, “Yo, Don, you’re done!”
Your comb-over’s surfing, your poll’s at none.

Oooh, make your end great again,
Oooh, and please don’t talk again,
The tide’s gone thhe crowd’s gone mute,
You’re just an F-wordin’ fat-ass in a business suit.

Covfefe go-go, time to fade away,
Covfefe slow-mo, sunshine’s here to stay,
Covfefe bro no, that ride was rough,
You wiped out big time, enough’s enough!

Melania’s yawnin’, the jet’s on the pad,
Even your golf cart’s lookin’ kinda sad,
California’s cool, no room for your hate,
We’re cruisin’ on peace, you missed that wave.

Covfefe go-go, drift into the blue,
Covfefe solo, world’s done with you,
Covfefe yo-ho, don’t make us beg,
Just ride off, Don, on your fake gold segway!

Bye-bye, Donnie… keep your tan and your cov-fe-fe-fe-fe-fe plan!

yo’ don’

Came across this pretty amazing full-length version of Brazilian Rhyme just recently when checking out all of the previously unreleased bonus tracks that had surfaced on Japanese reissues and compilations over the years. It's actually a version of Toninho Horta’s “Beijo Partido” with (as far as I can tell) completely different English lyrics. 

For this edit I’ve used the Ponta De Areia interval as an intro and added a brief edit of the much-loved version from "All 'n All" as an outro. 








EWF - Brazilian Rhyme aka "Beijo Partido" (Extended Edit)

Original is only two and a half minutes long so I've extended and rearranged the instrumental parts.

Salena Jones - Summertime (Mark Wayward Edit)

It all started by « Ça plane pour moi » with a Bontempi.
Notes are nothing, emotions are everything.

handmadesoap

Ticobsi

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