Purée! C'est bon! :) "Bonjour Madame"! ;)

J'adore! J'adore! Cette petite merveille figurera dans ma prochaine playlist (51) Bon! Vais me racheter des chaussures electriques! :D

Silent Nemesis In The Mirror

This EP has a little of everything including traffic-cone-wielding clowns violently slow dancing freeze dried Hells Angels bundt cake sound dust traveling at the speed of light. It's also got a sweet intermission for the music critic in you to finally punch a hole in the bathroom door after a good cry while simultaneously cursing your grandma's sweet potatoes so ENJOY!   

1) 0:00-2:01   The Good Knots
2) 2:01-S:03   The Rubber Band Room
3) 5:03-5:17   I Want to Projectile Vomit on my Doppelgänger (Interlude)  4)5:17-7:22   Mixolydian Meltdown  
5) 7:22-8:55   Headless Man in Traffic 
6) 8:55-12:10   Old Men Flirt Lying Down   
7) 2:10-14:00   Deceptive Cadence
8) 14:00-16:50   My Own Lane Ft. Bahamadia                
9)16:50- 20:46   Sucka Free Sunday

I was wrong about Gary Oldman -(Full EP- Free DL)

J’ai perdu ma patience, le respect
Le peu de confiance en moi que j’avais
Je ne sors plus le jour, je rase les murs
Le doute me tourne autour, sais-tu ce que j’endure

Jamais je ne serai ton objet

J’ai cru les mensonges que tu me répétais sans cesse quand j’étais au plus bas, pleurant dans tes bras
J’ai encore en moi la trace des blessures que tu m’as infligées quand j’avais besoin de toi
Ces cicatrices ne partiront pas, les lignes sur mes bras ne s’effaceront pas
Je retire au couteau ton emprise sur ma peau, je trancherai ce qu’il faut pour détruire tes barreaux 

Au fond de moi je me hais de ne pas avoir saisi
Que l’amour est un mensonge, un mythe, une utopie
Mais grâce à toi j’ai compris, grâce à toi j’ai appris
Qu’il n’y a pas de paradis mais l’enfer est ici

Jamais je ne serai ton objet

J’ai cru les mensonges que tu me répétais sans cesse quand j’étais au plus bas, pleurant dans tes bras
J’ai encore en moi la trace des blessures que tu m’as infligées quand j’avais besoin de toi
Ces cicatrices ne partiront pas, les lignes sur mes bras ne s’effaceront pas
Je retire au couteau ton emprise sur ma peau, je trancherai ce qu’il faut pour détruire tes barreaux

Disparais

J’ai brûlé tes affaires au milieu des photos
Ces souvenirs que j’enterre, pour trouver le repos
Je ne te vois plus en rêve, tu n’es plus qu’un détail
Que tu vives ou que tu crèves, cela m’est bien égal

Jamais je ne serai ton objet

J’ai cru les mensonges que tu me répétais sans cesse quand j’étais au plus bas, pleurant dans tes bras
J’ai encore en moi la trace des blessures que tu m’as infligées quand j’avais besoin de toi
Ces cicatrices ne partiront pas, les lignes sur mes bras ne s’effaceront pas
Je retire au couteau ton emprise sur ma peau, je trancherai ce qu’il faut pour détruire tes barreaux

J’ai cru les mensonges que tu me répétais sans cesse quand j’étais au plus bas, pleurant dans tes bras
J’ai encore en moi la trace des blessures que tu m’as infligées quand j’avais besoin de toi
Ces cicatrices ne partiront pas, les lignes sur mes bras ne s’effaceront pas
Je retire au couteau ton emprise sur ma peau, je trancherai ce qu’il faut pour détruire tes barreaux

Temps Ecoulé - Edition définitive

Ton Emprise

After a few months of absence, here is a new title ! 
I used a vocoder for the voice of the robot, in short I had fun making this one ! Its sounds very different from the others, as usual :)
I hope you enjoy and listen u soon :)

One two three four

Rödkålsdansen

Dis - Bonjour - À-la - Dame

Featured on the album 'Welcome to Dystopia Land' https://on.soundcloud.com/vX696

Girl Friend

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

TWICE AROUND THE MOON words and music Doug Roossien 3-24-2023
Those moments 
Between Breathing
When you catch your soul
Walking twice around the moon 

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, you can’t control …(So many tears)
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 

That moment 
Life stops turning. 
When you realize 
Life’ll  never be the same.

That moment 
All hope is burning. 
You stand and watch a fire. 
You can’t control. 
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold.
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

………………………………………………………… ( bridge)
…………………………………………………………………….(music)
Those moments 

Those moments  
Between Breathing 
Where you walk your soul
Twice around the moon.

The moments 
You stop believing. 
You catch your eyes. 
Saying things, they can’t control.  
Life just gets too…  heavy … to hold. 
You’d trade all your tomorrows …to save your soul. 

Those moments  
You stop deceiving. 
and you catch your soul.
Walking twice around the moon 
Twice around the moon, Moments … You walk …Twice around the moon .

TWICE AROUND THE MOON (original)

This is a song which my dear friends, Kenneth Karasek, Chris Maness, Joshua Clary, JJ Terell and Tez  made this solid and very nice
Love those guys !!! Check em all out they are really special and ooooh so good !!!!
Thank you Folks !!!

Romance with Kenneth Karasek,Chris Maness, Joshua Clary,JJ Terell and Tez

[Verse]
Sun-soaked days
A faded haze
Memories etched upon my mind
A photograph

An empty frame
Takes me back to a different time

Swaying palms and ocean breeze
We danced upon the golden sand

Like the colors of a sunset painted
In this photo
We took a stand

Fading memories
Whispers of the past
Captured moments
They were meant to last

But like this photo on the 
mantel

[Chorus]
They fade away
Lost in the tides of time
Where do they stay? stay

They were meant to last
But like this photo on the 

mantel

They fade away
Lost in the tides of time
Where do they stay?

Dis - Bonjour - À-la - Dame

Alain L

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