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Justin Bradshaw - Eraser

The music video is now here!! 

https://youtu.be/PvfAxEqHXk4?si=5RIXsUal4JbKXKsF 

Description: I started with an obvious beat and intended to create more synthwave and space rock, but it turned out to be more rock than I expected. Over the past year, I've tried to avoid this style for the most part. However, I found myself reminiscing about the fun summers before global warming and severe heat waves. I recalled a specific memory of my friend and me paddling a rubber raft along a river bed. The raft tumbled and flipped over, and we had to swim out. This memory combined all the summer fun, including going to malls. I thought about adding lyrics about a water park somewhere, perhaps for another song. Nevertheless, this track is another anthem for the end of August, capturing the essence of summer before fall arrives.

Endless Summer Daze

How I long for those endless summer daze 
When everything was new
When we were just kids 

Everything that we would do 
Felt like a dream come true with you  

Time it played it’s tricks on us
Don’t worry wise one said 
Exploring with our wanderlust
Rolling up the trail

Well endless summer daze 
When we felt that craze
Running through the fields
Is any of this so real 

Eagle flight and I’m taking you 
Open malls and the waterfalls 
 
Timing made a fool of me 
It’s real what’s Einstein said 
Rafting on the river bed  
Fishing in the lake 

Endless Summer Daze 
Everything that we would do 
Felt like a dream come true 
again with you  

All those days are gone for us 
Memories remain 
I’d say we made the most of the
endless summer daze

Wasteland

Endless Summer Daze

I wrote this album about the year I had coming out of a very dark depression. Creating these songs allowed me to express my loneliness and I hope you can find some comfort in them.

Windowsill

ANARS ! Mensonge

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

Forever Is Forever

Hommage à Quincy Jones, au regard si triste et si émouvant- 
A tribute to Quincy Jones whose eyes are so sad and so moving

All About Quincy

(Dragging My Butt) Into The Sunshine

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cRcR (prod bandeja)

Les chanteurs morts sont des crétins...

j'écris des nouvelles et des chansons depuis longtemps, j'ai fait divers métiers, maçon, libraire, cuisinier, veilleur de nuit etc... comme personne ne s'intéressait à mes écrits, je les chante et les enregistre moi même...

Les chanteurs morts sont des crétins...

Mark et nous

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