musique: Ownowl   https://soundcloud.com/ownowl

Échevelée, nature,
Allongée de guingois,
Indolente alanguie,
Le souffle imperceptible,
Elle dort.

Sur le cuir étoilé de fumées interdites,
Une mèche égarée à sa paupière close,
La nacre de ses ongles au bout de ses dix doigts
Et des cerceaux de feu sur ses chevilles nues,
Elle dort.

Le soleil aime jouer avec les choses mortes,
Réchauffer les souvenirs.

Il est déjà midi.

Les ombres douce-amères et les extraits de vie
Sont fugaces nuages sur son front si paisible,
Et la lumière serpente jusqu'en haut de ses hanches.

Le soleil se joue des rêves qui trépassent,
S'insinue sous sa peau.

Il est déjà midi.

Le soleil se joue des rêves qui trépassent,
S'insinue sous sa peau.

Je ne sais plus si elle dort.

Il Est Déjà Midi - Ownowl & Luciole Langevine

"Up with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide,
Through all the voiceful countryside."
R.L. Stevenson

Cosmic by Sugaar Pan, who are:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSdzQTq9hoSWlaycmtMzbVQ
https://soundcloud.com/sykonauta

psichedelic: original songwriting, flute, acoustic guitars.
sykonauta: electric guitars, bass, drums & percussion arrangements, production.

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Brezza

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Brezza by Sugaar Pan

With all kinds of destinations
A beach is still a beach
You don’t always need much money
For a good time to be within your reach
There’s a Throwback Thursday photo
From my teenage days
No girlfriend so I’d be happy
With each smile that would come my way
Even when adulting 
Romantic getaways are more fun
Yet there’s one memory that stands out to me
In the setting Florida sun

(Chorus)
That thunderstorm blew over 
And the clouds spread the colors of the sunset
I appreciate where I’m standing
Looking out from the gulf side 
On that rain-soaked sand
I can see my world expanding

Got a serious decision coming
Got to figure out what’s really meant to be
But I don’t trust TV commercials
Where should I go to get that real degree?
I’m surrounded by sand and seagulls Breathing in the salty air
Reggae music running though my head
Forgetting every care
I realize I can’t love someone
Who hardly knows I exist
Ideas and dreams are unfolding
In a time I seldom miss

(Chorus)

It’s like learning new songs
While running with the classics
As with winter comes the spring
Are we hanging on the brink
Is music saving us like always
We still have something more than a fanciful fling
So the soundtrack of the moment Is a chill out summer mix
I have a few days off to live In the imagery it depicts
Time to let go of all worries Boogie on another wave
Fall in love again once again
Hit an open mic if I feel brave

(Chorus)
A new day is beginning
I’m awake for the sunrise
I appreciate where I’m standing
Out on the balcony 
Of my hotel room
I can see my world expanding

Expanding

Production : Pieter Pym
www.facebook.com/Dj.Sneaky.Pete

Choeurs : Sandra Bullet
@sandrabullet

Texte :
Refrain :
J’aime les Européennes,
Mais pas celles qui te trahissent dès les élections
Non, j’aime les Européennes
Plutôt celles qui savent éveiller des émotions
 
Oui j’aime les Européennes
Mais pas celles qui aboutissent à des déceptions
Non, j'aime les Européennes
Plutôt celles qui te provoquent des réactions


Couplet 1 :
J’aime les Autrichiennes et leurs longs cheveux d’or
Les danseuses madrilènes qui font bouger leurs corps
Les actrices italiennes à l’arrière des hors-bords
Brulantes et puritaines, Les filles venues du Nord

Couplet 2 :
J’aime les Parisiennes élégantes et blasées
Les Slaves au regard clair, froides et déterminées
Les princesses palatines à l’air un peu sévère
Les Méditerranéennes au tempérament fier


Pont :
J’aime, j’aime les Londonniennes
Les Armoricaines
Les Lusitaniennes
Les Poméraniennes
Les Transylvaniennes
Les Gréco-romaines
Les Lithuaniennes
Les Amalfitaines

Les Européennes

Samoa Five-0 by Admiral Krank and His Mighty Band of Spacemen, remixed by my good friend Nic (https://soundcloud.com/nicklasf).

Original: https://soundcloud.com/user-766619428/samoa-five-1

Samoa Five-0 (Remix by Nic)

My wife happened to walk in as I was working on posting this and saw the title  and I got in trouble. Of course, it wasn't about my lovely wife. Be careful what you title your work, I guess. In reality it's just an instrumental track about this mortal coil of ours. Always, always, always love working with the hugely talented Mr. Gary Rees!!! @gary-rees-since-87

Your Spark Is Gone | Belial Pelegrim & Gary Rees

It’s an emergency!
Its an emergency!
It’s an emergency!
Its an emergency!


Let’s go swim 
Tsunami’s comin' in and it’s the perfect time!

Its gonna hit the coast!
Its gonna make you toast !
Its goin' emergency!
It's a big emergency!

Let’s go swim 
Tsunami’s comin' in and it’s the perfect time!

You really oughta..shut your mouth!
But you really oughta…shut your mouth!

You running up the hill?
You oughta take a pill!
Let's hear your sheeple speech!
We’ll be here on the beach!

Tsunami Warning

A friend of mine, Sylvain Dicte, makes me discover a poem by French poet Apollinaire, as an epigraph to his book: J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère/ L'automne est morte souviens-t'en/ Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre/ Odeur du temps, brin de bruyère/ Et souviens-toi que je t'attends - Originally intended as an accompaniment for barytone, we'll have to settle for the piano and clarinet - leaving the voice alone somewhere... An evocation of absence.

Brin de lumière

Give (acoustic version)

The smallest change in wind can alter the landscape of the desert. Imagine what the smallest change in your thinking can do to alter the landscape of the planet

Isolation

it was said to open the doors of perception but in some cases doors were closed permanently.
Original percussive samples courtesy of Atch. 

Brin de lumière

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