Name: Oatie The Ghost by Tulipe
Duration: 5 min 51 s
Description: I love abandoned places burning in the sun and the desolation of passing time.

Diggin’ the Southwestern desert vibes that I’m pickin’ up from this track !! Oatie The Ghost - rust in peace !!

Excellent morceau, très évocateur de ce désert aride, superbement joué !

Alors tu dois te sentir bien à Cognac 🤣 Pardon .... 🙏

C'est vraiment la musique qui te colle le plus à la peau 🔝🎸

From the 2024 EP "Redux Vol 1"

Collab with Spanish Singer/Songwriter John Serrano

I’m no hero
Never claimed to be
No badge on this chest
No cape on me
It’s a battle each day just to do what’s right
If I make a mistake
Lord, let me sleep tonight
Enemy lines
The people we cross and the bridges we build in time
Fighting the good fight.
Enemy lines
The words that we spill, like blood, that can kill in the blink of an eye
We lose sight
The casualties that keep me awake
Remembering you
Makes my heart break
The things that I said, the things I regret
The war rages on inside of my head
Enemy lines
The people we cross and the bridges we build in time
Fighting the good fight.
Enemy lines
The words that we spill, like blood, that can kill in the blink of an eye
We lose sight

Lyrics by Louisa 2024

Redux Vol 1

Soldiers (ft. John Serrano)

The strength... the power... the illusion... the magic...
Simply... ORK!DEA

ORK!DEA

Those Days where nothing ever lasts
Here we go again
With summer days that passed

My grief and all that we can cast
I’d watch the minute hand
With something I couldn’t grasp

I was nice to you 
You were nice to me
I shared my sound
We were worry free

But you left me staring at the phone box window

And when I woke up one morning 
As the sun was coming up
I had somethings I wanted to share
With a young world I didn’t trust

And the honesty was a novelty 
That blurred the lines of luck
I was blinded by the haze
That kicked around the desert dust

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I lay
(My weary bones may lay)

I saved your life
But it wasn’t to be
But you stuck it out
And believed in me

Now I don’t see you anymore to tell you

That when I woke up this morning 
Well my head was spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
So I began to write them down 

And the past was new and a novelty 
That I will never forget about 
Now I just stare at those desert stars
That trail beyond my doubt

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I stay

But when I woke up this morning 
You know my head was still spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
But I’d already wrote them down 

And the past was new and a memory 
That I will never forget about 
So let me lay on the dusty ground
That the desert offers out

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

A Second Demo Collection

Horizons of the Gods (Demo)

A dreamy summers night
Sat to watch the sundown
Our reflections on the river
And your scent that filled the air

A shimmer of light that’s breaks
A perfect summers day
Dry Golden fields of hay

Here’s your moonless sky
And hovering dragonflies
They form deceptive lines

As common thieves they stole
Our reflections and our souls
As water now fills the air

In the field we both look up 
I think I once understood 
The way you move your frame

As the rain comes down
You glide to the centre and 
The field begins to flood

Do you remember
me calling out your name
When I saw you dancing in the summer rain

Do you remember
How bolero in your veins 
Made you sway and hypnotise the summer rain

A dreamless summers night
Back against the window
The gentle of the wind 
But echoes stir the dark

Low level drifting fog
And crickets ticking clocks
Deceive the barley stems

Your stretching out your arms
And moving into a calm
Emotional refrain 

Surrendering your frame
You move to centre stage
Embraced by the fields dark arts

Do you remember
Me calling out your name
When I saw you dancing in the summer rain

Do you remember
How fandango in your veins 
Made you sway and hypnotise the summer rain

A dreamless fairytale 
Tracks across the corn field 
Remising all lost chances 
To waltz with you once more

The banks begin to shake
Just before the river breaks
In slow motion it overflows 

A cracked blacked summer sky
Migrating dragonflies
Avoid the storm crashing down

You still created moves
To the rhythm while I sang to you
In the barley field that now floods

Do you remember
me calling out your name
When I saw you dancing in the summer rain

Do you remember
How calypso in your veins 
Made you sway and hypnotise the summer rain

And I still remember your scent as we move through September
the feeling of refrain, the feeling of surrender 
A cold frost on the window now
as I let go of the summer sun 
and remiss as the Barley Field floods

As The Barley Field Floods (Demo)

Dedicated to all childs and all mothers and fathers that lost childrean, specially in shooting school madness and war, in earthquakes, in everywhere. There is a crash line that some persons pass when make others suffer, that is CrashLineMadness, no pardon.

CrashLineMadness

I love abandoned places burning in the sun and the desolation of passing time.

Oatie the ghost

Oatie The Ghost

The composer Marcel Gruhn sent me his epic orchestral track, Now and Always (link here: https://on.soundcloud.com/J6jq4cjfZ9aHBBrs7) and asked me if I felt inspired to put some words to it. I certainly did, and this is the result. We hope you like it as much as we do! 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024 

Music by Marcel Gruhn
© Copyright Marcel Gruhn May 2024

Cover Art: Me via AI. 

Words:

He was so tired ...he’d been walking for weeks ...with a leg aching from the wound he’d taken at that last battle ...in which so many had been killed. 

He stopped by a farm gate, and then he leaned on it to light his pipe, and he remembered, once again, the sound of the vultures screaming as they came in to feed on the corpses. It was etched on his soul. 

He was no longer the arrogant young man who’d left his homeland with a cocky spring in his step. His face was now lined like a road map, showing all the places he’d been and all the horrors he’d seen. 

As he drew on his pipe, he looked up to see a lush green valley stretching out before him, and it seemed familiar. The streets and playgrounds of the village below were just like those he’d played in as a child, such a long time ago... Then he gasped as he realised ...he was nearly home! 

He wanted to run, but he could only stumble along the lane, dragging his leg behind him. Full of doubt now, fears for how he’d be received having left them all such a long time ago, and under a cloud...he wondered, would they even recognise him? 

Through eyes blurred with tears, he saw two young boys coming along the lane, with their mother close behind ...but no, surely not? Was this his daughter, now grown and matured?

 The woman smiled in recognition. 

“We’ve been waiting for you,” she cried out as she ran towards him. And it was then that he saw it...The circle of life... and in a flash, he remembered greeting his own father returning along this very lane, as he must have his father before him. 

Then he felt them both in his heart as it dawned on him that they had never been away, that his forefathers had stood guard around him as he had fought to protect his homeland ...just as these two small boys may have to one day... 

"But not yet.. he silently prayed, "please God ...not just yet..." And he clasped his family to his breast.

Hero's Return (ft. Marcel Gruhn)

Devastator

Seaside

Echoes of Unity

Echoes of Unity - Instrumental

A cautionary tale from out of the Midsummer Mists of Avalon, with some extraordinarily-inspired kling klang from @APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner). It's Fellini meets Dante's Inferno on magic mushrooms sorta thing! Or perhaps it should be The Nightmare Before Solstice, a la Tim Burton? Anyway, we're willing to bet it's a Fairy Death March the likes of which you've never heard or seen before!

It begins:

A full moon was sailing through clouds that midsummer’s night 
as I was coming home from the Summer Solstice rites
where, it has to be owned, the mead had flowed without halt.
Now walking along Paradise Lane ‘till Wicks Hollow neared,
and the three-way crossroads there, my eyelids felt heavy,
so I flopped down on a mossy bank, and leant up 
against a rock... and it was then that the fairies appeared.


I’ll let you listen to what unfolds next ... if you dare! 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, Summer Solstice, June 2024 

Music and cover art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) Summer Solstice, June 2024

Midsummer Night's Dream

Tulipe est le surnom que ma mère m'avait donné quand j'étais enfant.
La musique de Tulipe est très variée, du rock au blues en passant par le  psychédélique et bien plus encore

Oatie The Ghost

Tulipe

Recent comments

Mohammed Salah ElDin

🎸 𝗝 𝗜 𝗠 🎙

🎸 𝗝 𝗜 𝗠 🎙

Dominique Briand

Related tracks