Mission for the Dead

[I want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I'm just saying.
Yeah! Yeah!
I just keeping on praying.]

Oh! There are too few good people in this broken world.
Too few people left
.....to mend all the damage.
Too few left to prevent
the relentless march of
.....crime.
There is little time left
for the good to come good
.....anymore.
There is little time left
for the good to come good
.....anymore.

Some people
reach the point of
never being able to go back.
They lose track.
They lose track when they start
.....repeating old habits,
..........old ways-
ways of indulging old days.
LISTEN TO ME.
LISTEN TO ME.
Some people
reach the point of
never being able to go back.
They lose track.
They lose track when they start
.....repeating old habits,
..........old ways-
ways of indulging
.....in old days.
They bathe in sentiment.
They bathe in sentiment.

[Memories can be so cruel.
They keep fuelling wars.
Countries are like old whores.
Old whores brawling in the
.....street
all over them spoils of
.....dead meat.
We are all of us
.....dead meat walking.]

I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.

Just saying. Yeah!
Keeping on praying.
Yeah! Yeah!
Keeping on praying.

Listen

LISTEN

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written in 2028.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
-
and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
-
but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
-
it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

TOMORROW

The war in Ukraine
The Earth is unleashed
Blood in the plains
Tomorrow will not come

Women in chains
Tears in chains
Children in pain
Tomorrow will not come

Boats drift
The sea that intoxicates
Boats capsize
Tomorrow will not come

People leaving
To other nations
Die in unison
Tomorrow will not come

But who can believe in a new future?
And where do the songs and laughter go?
What chance do we have?
Tomorrow

War at your door
The heat carries you away
The harvests are dead
Tomorrow will not come

Fear in the square
The cold that freezes you
The emotion that fades
Tomorrow will not come

But who can believe in a new future?
And where do the songs and laughter go?
But what chance do we have?
Tomorrow

Demain

Verse 1:
You always start a show
And I fall asleep
You like to hog the bed
While I steal the sheets
The kitchen light is on
But we forgot to eat
It’s alright
It’s alright

We’re always making plans
Then we change our minds
I forget the date
You forget the time
But somehow babe
It all works out fine
It’s alright
It’s alright

Chorus 1:
Cause when it’s all been said and done
Take the doggies on the run
Together we have so much fun
Before the party has begun

Verse 2:
Sitting on the porch
Strumming my guitar
While you paint the house
Splashing on the car
We don’t have a clue
Who the neighbors are
It’s alright
It’s alright

Chorus 1:
Cause when it’s all been said and done
Take the doggies on the run
Together we have so much fun
Before the party has begun

Chorus 2:
Cause you say come and hold me tight
And you say everything’s alright

Verse 3:
You call me on the phone
I don’t answer
I never can remember
The password
You never let me get in
The last word
It’s alright
It’s alright

Chorus 1:
Cause when it’s all been said and done
Take the doggies on the run
Together we have so much fun
Before the party has begun

Chorus 1:
Cause when it’s all been said and done
Take the doggies on the run
Together we have so much fun
Before the party has begun

Chorus 2:
Cause you say come and hold me tight
And you say it just feels so right
And you say it’s a lovely life
And you say everything’s alright

Chorus 1:
Cause when it’s all been said and done
Take the doggies on the run
Together we have so much fun
Before the party has begun

Before The Party Has Begun

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Update: Our vinyl album Love Is a Painter is a Global Music Award winner. 
Silver Outstanding Achievement: categories, Songwriter/lyrics, Duo and Composer. https://www.globalmusicawards.com/. Order your numbered & signed copy at record@travellighttheatre.nl €35 (excl Shipping costs)

Phantasmagoria is an exciting and vibrant song from the vinyl album "Love Is a Painter" by the composer duo Mireille & Eddy Moust. Nr. 11 on side b. The dynamic, energetic, swirling guitar parts dance and carry her sensitive voice. A song that continues to resonate. It is a reminder not to forget to dance through life.

Phantasmagoria

Intro is from 1946 film ‘Its a wonderful life’

V1:
I saw a shadow in the rain
It spoke to me
It wore your voice and knew my name
Never to leave

PC:
Try to see things from my side
How much I put on the line
I don’t think that you noticed
Doesn’t matter either way
What I do nor what I say
It never did 

C1:
Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
Coz all I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Bridge:
Give me something to burn

V2:
I run but when it rains it pours
Are you surprised 
She hides the clock beneath the floor (8)
I lose the time

PC:
Try to see things from my side
How much I put on the line
Have you ever noticed 
Seems not to matter either way
What I do nor what I say
It never did 

C2:
Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
All I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
All I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Give me something to burn

Burn

Light hearted ballad with a mystical turn.

Come Closer

#StarWhale становится не просто музыкальным произведением, а звуковым порталом, через который слушатель может услышать песню вселенной, ощутить космическую ностальгию и вспомнить о своем звездном происхождении. Это музыка для космических русалок и звездных китов — для всех, кто слышит зов далеких галактик и помнит дом среди звезд.

XVII. Звезда

“Mirrors / Tristesse” is a summer album about love, guilt, freedom and the versions of ourselves we try to outrun. Set against the heat of the Mediterranean coast, these twelve songs move through the first sparks of desire, the jealousy and mischief that follow, the quiet tragedies we don’t see until they’re already behind us, and the melancholy that becomes a permanent companion.

Built from a fusion of French chanson, chamber-folk and intimate indie storytelling, the album draws on the emotional architecture of Mirrors — self-interrogation, memory, the stories we perform — and carries it into the sun-drenched world of Bonjour Tristesse.

From the villa above the sea to the Parisian atelier, from the white suit on stage to the final acceptance of tristesse itself, these songs follow the arc of a summer that begins like a lie and ends like a lesson you never stop learning.

A coastal dream darkened by consequence — a sister album to Mirrors, and a chapter in its shadow.

Demain

Maître Chanteur

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