Tell Me A Story

« Psaume 50 » for Flute, Recitant and Synthesizer by Franck Douvin (Flute), Gilles Dumesnil (Récitant) & Wolfgang Schwarz (Synthesizer)
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Composed on Monday, December 30, 2024
« Pitié pour moi, mon Dieu, dans ton amour, selon ta grande miséricorde, efface mon pêché. Lave-moi tout entier de ma faute, purifie-moi de ton offense. Oui, je connais mon pêché, ma faute est toujours devant moi. Contre toi, et toi seul, j'ai pêché, ce qui est mal à tes yeux, je l'ai fait. Ainsi, tu peux parler et montrer ta justice, être juge et montrer ta victoire. Moi, je suis né dans la faute, j'étais pêcheur dès le sein de ma mère. Mais tu veux au fond de moi la vérité;  dans le secret, tu m'apprends la sagesse. Purifie-moi avec l'hysope, et je serai pur; lave-moi et je serai blanc, plus que la neige. Fais que j'entende les chants et la fête : ils danseront, les os que tu broyais. Détourne ta face de mes fautes, enlève tous mes pêchés. Crée en moi un coeur pur, ô mon Dieu, renouvelle et raffermis au fond de moi mon Esprit. Ne me chasse pas loin de ta face, ne me reprends pas ton Esprit Saint. Rends-moi la joie d'être sauvé; que l'Esprit généreux me soutienne. Aux pêcheurs, j'enseignerai tes chemins; vers toi, reviendront les égarés. Libère-moi du sang versé, Dieu mon sauveur et ma langue acclamera ta justice. Seigneur, ouvre mes lèvres et ma bouche annoncera ta louange. Si j'offre un sacrifice, tu n'en veux pas, tu n'acceptes pas d'holocauste. Le sacrifice qui plaît à Dieu, c'est un Esprit brisé; tu ne repousses pas, ô mon Dieu, un coeur brisé et broyé. Accorde à Sion le bonheur, relève les murs de Jérusalem. Alors tu accepteras de justes sacrifices, oblations et holocaustes, * alors on offrira des taureaux sur ton autel. Amen, Amen...»
« Please be pity for me, my God, in your love, according to your great mercy, and clear my sin. Wash me all of my fault, cleanse me from your offense. Yes, I know my sin, my fault is always before me. Against you, and you alone, I have fished, which is bad for you, I have done it. So you can speak and show your justice, be a judge and show your victory. I was born in fault, I was a fisherman from my mother's womb. But you want the truth in my heart; in secret you teach me wisdom. Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me and I will be white, more than snow. Make me hear the songs and the party: they will dance, the bones that you crush. Turn away your face from my faults, take away all my sins. Create in me a pure heart, O my God, renew and strengthen my Spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your face, do not take me back your Holy Spirit. Give me the joy of being saved; let the generous Spirit sustain me. To the fishermen I will teach your paths; to you the lost will return. Free me from the blood shed, God my savior and my tongue will cheer your righteousness. O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will preach your praise. If I offer a sacrifice, you don't want it, you don't accept a holocaust. The sacrifice which pleases God is a broken Spirit; you do not reject, O my God, a broken and crushed heart. Give Zion happiness, lift the walls of Jerusalem. Then you will accept righteous sacrifices, oblations and burnt offerings, and bulls will be offered on your altar. Amen, Amen...»

« Psaume 50 » for Flute, Recitant and Synthesizer

Lytholatry - 9 - 1-2025

Electronic Feel Good Dance track 
Vocals Splice.
Synths Arturia and Serum With Cherry and Korg

Look Into The Future

The howling winds, the fading grass
The leaves that tumble as they pass
And you and I may not last this autumn

The things we do, I don't know why
We build it up, we reach so high
Then tear it down, watch it slide
I don't know why

The rolling hills, the peaceful plains
They lie beyond our crooked games
Why do we twist, why do we try to take it all?
I don't know why

The deepest sea, the farthest shore
It's not enough, we still want more

The things we do, I don't know why
Why do we bend, why do we pry?
Destroy it all, pull down the sky?
I don't know why

Image by Natalia Y

I Don't Know Why

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Let me take you out

exactitude

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Polonaise No.40

Drowned in lake Munchigan

Le Labo D'ouna

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I Don't Know Why

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