Our new single, Amara, featuring Mioune on vocals

Amara

I am proud to release the album “To Catch Lightning in a Bottle” …a collaboration with the outstanding talent of James Hill on trumpet. James is a constant inspiration.

The music expresses diverse thoughts about the turbulent times we live in. "To Catch Lightning in a Bottle" means to accomplish a nearly impossible task.

To Catch Lightning In A Bottle

The blinds are drawn
The waiters have gone
The bar is now empty
And we’re here alone 

There’s no one on the dance floor
There’s no one drinking wine
So hold me like you did before
Let's dance just one more time

For this club is closing
This is the last night
The bouncer he’s not bouncing
He’s fought his last fight

And so maybe one last kiss
Just one last embrace
Tell me all the things you’ll miss
When they’ve closed this place
 
There’s no one at the hat check
The turnstile, it wont turn
This candle lit at both ends
Has nothing left to burn 

Do you remember
How the floor was bouncing
And the crowd was shouting
As you sang your songs

Do you remember how
The band played on and on and on and on
And oh, under those lights
How I’m going to miss those crazy nights
 
The van is packed
The cases stacked
This is a one way road
I’m not turning back

I’m driving down to Paris
And then across to Spain
But maybe when I get to Rome
We can dance again


Single (C)2023
Music - Andrew Pickles and Sreyashi Mukherjee
Lyrics, Instruments and Arrangement - Andrew Pickles
Vocals - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)

Those Crazy Nights (with Andrew Pickles)

Parlons d’existence sur le seuil de nos vies
Les moments de silence les regards sans bruit
Fidèles à nos histoires dans les creux de la main 
Nous replongeons au coeur de ces tristes matins 

De brumes et de verts
Les parfums
Humides en terre
Les chagrins 
Les moments insolites
Ne décrochent pas
De nos mémoires libres
Des fantaisies

Chorus

Parlons des belles couleurs, légères émotions
Dans les recoins du coeur, les belles intentions
Tout au fond de l’âme, de légers rebonds
Et les petits drames qui nous font faux bond

Dans les petits matins 
Dans les petits chagrins
Frais et salins
Nos vies en vain…

Petits Matins  Avec Yann Kifer Piano

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:
Brooding sea, oppressive day, a panorama in disarray,
A resolute light will find the way from a horizon hideaway.
Forever theme, the mystery, the recurring history,
The bitterest veil on what we see becomes a new reality.

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

Climb the mountain, stormy day, broken boulders block the way,
You’re losing your hope, begin to pray, 
- to a summit that’s farther away.
Sudden break reveals a beam 
through the fog blotting out the dream,
It’s guiding the way to the brilliant day, 
that’s just above the grey.

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

Clouded years, distorted fears, oh, no no no.
Waiting ‘til the crack appears, oh, wo-wo-wo.

Instrumental 

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

All In Time

Transitions II

LYRICS:

Not long ago
The ice and snow
lay in sheets on the ground
But it's too late now
The seeds of doubt
have taken root all around

The air's a little bit colder today
The day's a little bit longer they say
We'll grow a little bit older this way

I'll never run from the fading sun
So move your tired lungs
in inflated tones
and sing for me
When all we've done
is the sum of exactly 1
I'd never number the days
in the month of February

You gotta know how know how to hold it
Know how to hold it in

I'll never run from the fading sun
So move your tired lungs
in inflated tones
and sing for me
When all we've done
is the sum of exactly 1
I'd never number the days
in the month of February

All In Time

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