Seuls sous la lune ... souvenirs tendres ... soupirs secrets ... 💞✨                 
  Alone under the moon... tender memories... secret sighs... 💞✨

Seulement nous deux 💞✨

Way overdue for something new but I've been living in exile without the usual, albeit modest, setup I'm used to. So this might be pretty rough. And it's full of the usual horror at political realities and way full of schmaltzy velveeta. 

Guitarist note:  I don't have amps at present and was struggling to find a decent direct sound. There is a *free* VST plugin by Neural Amp DSP and online libraries of tone prints, also free, that came to the rescue. Highly recommended.

it's alright for you as long as it's alright
you don't mind what they do in the broad daylight

it never could be you

but you don't see the way you're blinded
they'll never drag you down to the places meant for those

do you feel the color of your soul
when you live with love suspended hiding in a hole
the moment is yours but you don't believe 
you won't believe what lies there ripening 
growing in your mind without you knowing

now it could be you

and as you feel the weight of the binding
you know they're dragging you down to the places meant for those

to liberate the light of every heart and mind
you can say it never paying any price

there's a little part of everyone that knows 
we're only playing separate lives 
till true faith arrives

if there's every gonna be a change 
let it start right here

you know it could be you

It Could Be You

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Unity /+/ When The Crowd Becomes A Single Body
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music written, arranged, performed, mixed, produced and provided
by mobygratis.com // the song 'Morning Span' licensed

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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artwork illustration by Peter Uertz, Düsseldorf / Germany

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fusion of it all - 
fictionalive  with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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dropped
Thursday, August 21, 2025
Time - 11:55 pm

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Unity /+/ When The Crowd Becomes A Single Body

We talk, we read, we laugh

It was winter on the Bowery
Where the snow turned grey
And the streetlights look tired
Everybody’s chasing something
You were up against the door
Smoking that last cigarette
Like it was the only thing
Worth paying attention to
And I thought
Maybe I could be the next one
So I moved over to listen
Yeah just to listen

Inside Blondie was playing
Debbie’s voice cut the static
Telling every lost soul in the room
“You don’t have to stay stuck here forever”
You grabbed my hand and said
“She’s gonna be big someday”
I believed you
But I didn’t say a word
Sometimes silence
Feels safer than talking
I could feel your heartbeat
With every song

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

I never caught your name
Saw you once months later
Laughing with somebody else
At a bus stop near Astor Place
And I thought
Yeah that’s the way this city loves you
Quick and hard
And then it moves on without apology

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

Blondie Played (with Joliz)

Wintertime (Remix)

Oh Baby I need you   (Open collaboration offer Paploviante)
Backing Track: 
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/still-think-positive-open-collab-offer
Lillithe: Mix, Arrangement and Production

Oh Baby I Need You (Open collaboration offer Paploviante)

Timeless freestyle 🎤🔥 Bars + vibes on deck 🚀✨ Tap in and let me know what you think 🙏🏾🎶

Timeless freestyle by Jaywalkerblack

Once again, Hakan offered sounds and I had morphing tools at hand and a poem fermenting in gestation
all sounds by well: https://soundcloud.com/user-370942421-686440500/the-ox-2020-01-01-0244-unmastered
image*, poem, morphing and arrangement: copyright jo richter

she believes in the beauty
of pebbles and in the logic
of living sustainably -
amulet wheel, amnesic

as seasons and perfumes drift by -
a bearer of shields and magic,
her carpet is worn - she will die
an unapologetic aesthetic

* based on an image of a detail of the Gundestrup cauldron on wikipedia: By Claude Valette - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20700841

the lyre and the wheel

the lyre and the wheel -with well

Cards are flying in the smoky air
Shadows dancing but nobody cares
The table's hot
The stakes are cold
The stories whispered are as good as gold
[Prechorus] Eyes like daggers
Hearts on fire
Who’s the liar
Who’s the buyer
[Chorus] Aces high
Let 'em fly
All or nothing
Do or die
Aces high
Feel the rush
The room goes silent
Then the crush

Aces high .mp3

my today and all of my tomorrows

Music lover & singer-songwriter. Many thanks for taking the time to listen.

Unless noted, all songs Copyright © Robert S. Dean.

Blondie Played (with Joliz)

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