D-Cold Ballad

A song about everthing being 16, having a teenage daughter , being married for 16 yrs, while the wife tells you to just chill roll a doobie and kick back

16 Something

une petite valse...
Sur ce titre j'ai invité mon ami Philippe pour chanter. Merci à lui  🙏
Librement inspirée par  un court-métrage français de Albert Lamorisse, sorti en 1956.
La pochette est une image du film.

A little waltz... so French 😁
On this title I invited my friend Philippe to sing.  Thanks to him 🙏
Loosely inspired by a French short film by Albert Lamorisse, released in 1956.
The cover is a still from the film.


Paroles:
Une histoire d’infortune, l’enfant imprudent 
Lâche  son ballon rouge  qui  s’envole dans le vent  
Part  visiter le monde  les mers, l’océan 	 
Faire un tour du monde, la planète  est ronde

Refrain
  Ivres de liberté les ballons lâchés
  Sont des rêves d’avenir  
  Un désir enchanté ,promesse éclairée
   Un récit pour sourire

Vu du ciel étoilé c’est joli la terre
La Mère nourricière   de  l’humanité 
Sur tous les continents , des hommes et  des femmes  
 Des forêts des rivières On n’vois pas  d’frontières

Vu d’en haut c’est marrant on n’voit pas d’mechants
On n’ vois pas les guerres ni même  la misère
regard innocent, d’ un ballon d'un enfant 
C’est joli la terre quand tu prend les airs 

Les années ont passé,  ballon de retour
murmure à l'oreille de l'adolescent 
Le récit des merveilles vues chaque jour
C’est joli la terre quand tu déploies tes ailes

Traduction
A story of misfortune, the reckless child
Releases his red balloon which flies away in the wind
Goes off to visit the world, the seas, the ocean
Take a trip around the world, the planet is round

Chorus
Drunk with freedom, the balloons released
Are dreams of the future
An enchanted desire, an enlightened promise
A story to smile at

Seen from the starry sky, the earth is pretty
The nourishing mother of humanity
On all continents, men and women
Forests, rivers We don't see borders

Seen from above, it's funny, we don't see bad guys
We don't see wars or even misery
Innocent look, from a child's balloon
The earth is pretty when you take the Airs

The years have passed, the balloon returns
whispers in the adolescent's ear
The tale of wonders seen every day
The earth is beautiful when you spread your wings


Le ballon rouge

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TITLE: The Final Quake
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
The ground is tired it sighs at last
No more futures no more past
A jagged line splits open wide
Swallowing whispers nowhere to hide

(Pre-chorus)
Ashes fall like broken rain
Memories crumble into pain

(Chorus)
The earth shakes the sky screams
The end of all the fractured dreams
One last tremor one last breath
We dance on the edge of death

(Verse 2)
The trees collapse the rivers boil
No use running no more toil
The stars above blink and fade
Shadows stretch where hope decayed

(Pre-chorus)
The winds howl like a beast set free
A requiem for eternity

(Chorus)
The earth shakes the sky screams
The end of all the fractured dreams
One last tremor one last breath
We dance on the edge of death

(Outro)
Riots laid to rest in the kiss of death. Can't sleep anymore because the ground is split from shore to shore. Reality has wiped away religion, myths & speculative folklore. Now there's just gore.

The Earth Gave The Final Kiss Of Death

The Final Quake

Fixed

Original composition  by Neno J.
Electric guitar Yamaha SG, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100, Bass guitar Ibanez, July 2025

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Though it travels through shadows, it always searches for light. And when the final note fades, it leaves you not with a goodbye… but with a beginning.

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