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Hello! I'm so happy to present to you my new single, "Should I?" which I wrote when I was 18-20 years old and now has finally seen the light thanks to this amazing production by Phil Trickey (trickey-sound)!

These are the lyrics
Should I?

Oooh…

If that is your disguise and you are made of lies
Who is the real you? I don’t know what’s true
I would touch you at night, in a soft dance, you and I
But what should I do to stop feeling blue when you’re gone?

Should I smile on the outside while I’m melting inside?
Would that ease my pain? No no
Should I mute my thoughts as I whisper so long?
Don’t you feel ashamed?

Should I stay by your side when loving is cold
Turning my pillow against your heart?
Should I lie in your arms pretending I’m wrong?
I need to be with you even your love has gone away

Promises in vain, you swore it’d never end
But I just don’t care, need to be loved once again
So you’ll put up your show and I’ll let you play on
While all shatters around me, it’s bliss not to know

‘Cause life without you is not life
I got used to your warmth - It’s all so unfair 
When you leave for the night
To someone else’s arms I will say a prayer 

Should I stay by your side when loving is cold
Turning my pillow against your heart?
Should I lie in your arms pretending I’m wrong?
I need to be with you even your love has gone away

Oh oh oh…
It has gone away
Aaaahh
Oh it has gone away! 
Oh… 

Should I stay by your side when loving is cold
Turning my pillow against your heart?
Should I lie in your arms pretending I’m wrong?
I need to be with you even your love has gone away
(Oh it has gone away)
Should I stay by your side when loving is cold
Turning my pillow against your heart?
Should I lie in your arms pretending I’m wrong?
I need to be with you even your love has gone away

Thanks for listening!
Jime

Should I? (Feat. Phil Trickey)

Original Score inspired by the Jeremy Robert Johnson novel The Loop

The Absence is coming - It felt like the truth

Red Planet

Dead Land

My new friend Thomas did a fanfunkintasikali beautiful job of turning my little folk song into a Rock Ballad. Be sure to check out his wide ranging stylistic talents @omcb

featuring:
Thomas F. / Drums, Bass, Keyboards, Lead & Rhythm Guitar, Final Mix
Steve Whitfield / Songwriting, Rhythm Guitar, Vocal

Wisdom Of A Child  (feat. OMCB)

Time is short
The desert sand (the joys abound)
Each grain has memories yet to have been found
Stubborn grit
Irritates the eye (the grain to die)
I'm making my run to launch and to fly

Cigar lit
Like in the film (from birth to doom)
I've been dreaming this existence since the womb
Catch the speed
Feel the shot (like time forgot)
I cannot believe that's really all you've got

CHORUS
In a world where life has frozen firm
Beneath the setting sun
I sit and ponder what a person I have gone and become
Beware the outlaws gun

Crumpled poster
Saying dead or alive (with violence rife)
Hold my hand up in surrender - I lived a good life

CHORUS

Beneath the Setting Sun

TRIIB - Mercury Hearts

violin bass clarinet and undercurrent omnisphere patch/ forebodingness abounds

forebodingsssss

Merci à Ownowl https://soundcloud.com/ownowl pour le partage de sa si belle musique avec moi.

Comme un ciel d’orage posé sur ma mémoire
Le sombre gris-bleuté du toit qui m’abritait
Les veines de la roche affleurant les sentiers
Poudrés de ses éclats arrachés aux entrailles
Des galeries creusées à coup de dynamite
Dans de sourds grondements qui ébranlaient mes nuits
Et les buttes sauvages
Des rebuts de ce schiste

Et les hommes fantômes aux lanternes cyclope
Qui crachaient leurs poumons pour mériter de vivre

Et puis, et puis…

La douceur des printemps sur ces buttes maudites
Parsemées de lichens et de l’or des genêts
Et puis les promenades où sa main me guidait
Lorsque nous traversions des ronces labyrinthiques
Qu’il me disait le nom de toutes les choses à voir
Et retenait mon pas pour gravir les montagnes
De cette ardoise tiède qui glissait, s’effritait

De cette odeur têtue des lilas sauvages
Surgis des interstices d’un sol chaotique
Où la nuit les lapins de garenne dansaient

Berceau de ma naissance
Posé sur ma mémoire

frenglish translation:
Like a stormy sky over my memory
The dark bluish gray of the roof that sheltered me
The veins of the rock flush with the paths
Powdered with shards torn from the bowels
Galleries dug with dynamite
In muffled rumblings that shook my nights
And the wild hills
Scraps of this shale

And the ghost men with the cyclops lanterns
Who spat their lungs out to deserve to live

And then, and then ...

The sweetness of spring on these cursed hills
Strewn with lichens and the gold of the broom
And then the walks where his hand guided me
When we walked through labyrinthine brambles
That he told me the names of all the things to see
And held back my step to climb the mountains
From this warm slate that was slipping, crumbling.

And that stubborn smell of wild lilacs
Rise from the cracks of a chaotic ground
Where the wild rabbits danced at night


Cradle of my birth
Placed on my memory

Berceau - Ownowl & Luciole Langevine

十分に悪い

All tracks composed, performed and manipulated by Charles D. Ward.
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