Spring 2025

Une superbe mélodie de Dave Rice que j'ai remixé en prenant soin d'y inclure un groupe 'live';  de vrais vents et un travail de mixage superbe de Pascal Beaulieu (studiolebocal@gmail.com).

A superb melody by Dave Rice that I remixed taking care to include a 'live' band;  real winds and superb mixing work by Pascal Beaulieu (studiolebocal@gmail.com).

Two in One Caouette's Remix

So in Love

So in Love (Ft. : Collin McLoughlin)

Voici une nouvelle chanson composée en toute fin d'année.

J'ai essayé de revenir en enfance, à ce moment où la lumière s'éteint et la porte se ferme derrière maman…

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/qImKg52fCJg

Peur

Lovesong légère subventionnée par Monsieur Meubles...
Love ballad subsidised by a famous French furniture shop...: I wish I were a chair...

Here I try a translation in english for those who want to know what this is about...
#lyrics

I wish I were a chair
To hold you in my arms
You’d be sitting at ease
At meal times
At tea time I would be
right in the living room
the perfect option
For your conversation

If we fancy a nap
we’ll change continents
Switch from Louis XVI
To a swinging hammock 
I will take you all in
On the braided fabric
I will gently rock you 
From your head to your toes

When bedtime comes
My velvet backrest
Would make you want
To talk about love
Your gaze resting
On my satin arms,
what a Privilege, intrewined
Until the morning comes


But you should beware
If you move too much
If you get restless
seeking for something new
maybe something better
Here is my hypothesis
You might one day fall down
Fall down from this chair

Small couch or Méridienne 
Or charming sofa
No matter the divan
As long as bliss is here
Both of us lying down
Under the soft duvet
Slowly falling asleep
Breathing in the thrill

Je voudrais être une chaise

"Flying High" is an uplifting instrumental track that takes you on a journey of empowerment and freedom. With its soaring melodies, dynamic rhythms, and expansive tones, this collaboration between Ladat and Mark Henes captures the essence of rising above challenges and embracing limitless possibilities.

Whether you're chasing dreams, finding inspiration, or simply looking to escape into the music, "Flying High" is your perfect soundtrack to feel unstoppable. Close your eyes, let the music take over, and get ready to soar.

Guitar collaboration: Mark Henes (@markhenes, https://www.markhenes.com/)
Co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by @a7-recording-studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Flying High (feat. Mark Henes)

Ce titre original, la première sortie de l’album de MC-DC à venir,  est composé - paroles et musique -  par Denis Caouette et chanté par Marie-Christine Tremblay.  Le duo existe depuis plus de 20 ans et se spécialise dans la musique pop et jazz. 
‘Amoureusement nôtre’ nous invite dans l’univers intime d’un couple qui se retrouve le soir une fois les enfants endormis.
L’importance de se garder du temps, en amoureux, se permettre le temps de souffler et de se coller est mis en évidence dans le texte.  Pour bien appuyer le texte, j’ai opté pour une bossa nova qui ramène bien à cette douceur et ce calme dans la maisonnée.
Pour bien épauler Marie-Christine j’ai choisi à la contrebasse, Alain Picotte, Marcel Bergeron à la trompette et Michel Otis au sax ténor.  Je suis à la guitare et à la programmation. Pour réaliser le tout on a fait appel à Martin Larose au Studio Septentrio pour mixer et masteriser (encore un très beau travail) cette création.
Bonne écoute!
This original song, the first release of MC-DC’s upcoming album,  is composed - lyrics and music -  by Denis Caouette and sung by Marie-Christine Tremblay.  The duo has been around for over 20 years and specializes in pop and jazz music. 
‘Lovingly ours’ invites us into the intimate world of a couple who meet again in the evening after their children have fallen asleep.
The importance of keeping time, as a couple, allowing time to blow and stick together is highlighted in the text.  To support the text, I opted for a bossa nova that brings back to this sweetness and calm in the home.
To support Marie-Christine I chose Alain Picotte, Marcel Bergeron on trumpet and Michel Otis on tenor sax.  I am at the guitar and programming. To record the song we called on Martin Larose at Studio Septentrio to mix and master (still a very nice work) this creation.

Good listening!

Amoureusement nôtre

// Original vocals Libby
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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Track lyrics:

The station hums with echoes low,  
Neon flickers, engines slow.  
A suitcase full of dreams untold,  
A ticket clutched in hands so cold.  

Footsteps fading down the line,  
Ghosts of laughter left behind.  
One more ride, one last time,  
Before the dawn erases mine.  

On the last train home, where the memories flow,  
Rolling through the night like a shadow show.  
Steel on the tracks sings a lonesome tone,  
Whispering stories of those who’ve gone.  

Raindrops race the windowpane,  
Flickering towns call out my name.  
Faces blurred like passing lights,  
Gone too fast to say goodnight.  

Footsteps fading down the line,  
Ghosts of laughter left behind.  
One more ride, one last time,  
Before the dawn erases mine.  

On the last train home, where the memories flow,  
Rolling through the night like a shadow show.  
Steel on the tracks sings a lonesome tone,  
Whispering stories of those who’ve gone.  

Every mile is a moment lost,  
Every turn is the past’s own cost.  
Fading echoes, fleeting ties,  
Disappear with the morning skies.  

The station nears, the brakes sigh low,  
A final stop, nowhere to go.  
Stepping off, the night still hums,  
Another traveler, lost and done.

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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash // https://unsplash.com/@anniespratt

Lost and Done (Feat. Libby)

"Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land" - Music from Book 6: Reflections (Conclusion of the Novel Soundtrack Series)

Book 6 of "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land" strikes a reflective chord. The music of this collection accompanies the protagonists on their path of introspection and retrospection. In these [Number] songs, tranquil sounds and emotional melodies dominate, creating space for reflection and remembrance.

This album marks the conclusion of the primary soundtrack series accompanying the six books of the novel "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land".

The musical palette ranges from empathetic pop ballads and poignant piano ballads to gentle pop songs, singer-songwriter pieces, and neo-classical pieces, as well as indie pop and soundtrack elements. A grand musical finale also finds its place, bringing the emotions to a fitting close. Each track captures the mood of reflection in its own way, painting a musical picture of farewell, acceptance, and the finding of inner peace.

This music is a soundtrack of a life well-lived, a musical journey through memories and emotions. It invites the listener to pause, to join the protagonists on a journey into the past, and to feel the power of remembrance.

While this completes the core musical journey following the novel's narrative, Beyond & Before Music may explore specific historical moments or themes related to the era in future, standalone tracks. These might eventually find their way into newly arranged collections.

Music: A calm and emotional mix of pop ballads, piano ballads, pop songs, singer-songwriter, neo-classical, indie pop, soundtrack elements, and a musical finale.

Discover the musical soul of "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land"!

Follow us for more music from "Hinter uns das Land" / "Behind Us The Land"!

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"Hinter uns das Land" - Musik zu Buch 6: Reflexionen (Abschluss der Roman-Soundtrack-Reihe)

Buch 6 von "Hinter uns das Land" schlägt ein nachdenkliches Kapitel auf. Die Musik dieser Sammlung begleitet die Protagonisten auf ihrem Weg der inneren Einkehr und des Rückblicks. In diesen [Anzahl] Songs dominieren ruhige Klänge und emotionale Melodien, die Raum zum Reflektieren und Erinnern lassen.

Dieses Album bildet den Abschluss der primären Soundtrack-Reihe, die die sechs Bücher des Romans "Hinter uns das Land" musikalisch begleitet.

Die musikalische Palette reicht von einfühlsamen Pop-Balladen und ergreifenden Piano-Balladen über sanfte Pop-Songs, Singer-Songwriter-Stücke und neo-klassische Klänge bis hin zu Indie-Pop und Soundtrack-Elementen. Sogar ein großes Musical-Finale findet seinen Platz, um den Emotionen einen würdigen Abschluss zu verleihen. Jedes Stück fängt die Stimmung der Reflexion auf seine eigene Weise ein und zeichnet ein musikalisches Bild von Abschied, Akzeptanz und dem Finden von innerem Frieden.

Diese Musik ist ein Klang gewordener Rückblick auf ein bewegtes Leben, eine musikalische Reise durch Erinnerungen und Emotionen. Sie lädt den Hörer ein, innezuhalten, sich mit den Protagonisten auf eine Reise in die Vergangenheit zu begeben und die Kraft der Erinnerung zu spüren.

Obwohl damit die musikalische Kernreise entlang der Romanhandlung abgeschlossen ist, wird Beyond & Before Music möglicherweise zukünftig einzelne, spezifische historische Momente oder Themen aus dieser Zeit in eigenständigen Songs aufgreifen. Diese könnten zu einem späteren Zeitpunkt eventuell in neu arrangierte Sammlungen integriert werden.

Musik: Eine ruhige und emotionale Mischung aus Pop-Balladen, Piano-Balladen, Pop-Songs, Singer-Songwriter, Neo-Klassik, Indie-Pop, Soundtrack-Elementen und einem Musical-Finale.

Entdecke die musikalische Seele von "Hinter uns das Land"!

Folge uns für mehr Musik zu "Hinter uns das Land"!


Beyond The Fields (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

Duty Called (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

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)

En écrivant Frère, je pense à tous ces gens qui quittent leur pays pour fuir la guerre et la misère, et prennent la mer souvent au péril de leur vie, dans des embarcations de fortune..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFqPpfc6Mjc

Paroles:

Frère, combien de noires saisons, brûleront tes montagnes.
Frère, combien de nuits voilées pour les femmes afghanes.
Frère, les hommes ne naissent ils,
Frère, égaux entre eux que dans l'exil.
Frère, y' a tant de haine autant,
Que de gens différents.
Frère, le même soleil pour tous,
Voilé par les secousses ,
Des guerres, oh frère..
Frère, j'ai rêvé d'une terre, d'un monde différent.
Frère, sans religions ni guerres, ni Bible ni Coran.
Frère, juste une route à suivre,
Frère, une enfance à revivre.
Frère, y' a tant de haine autant,
Que de gens différents.
Frère, le même soleil pour tous,
Voilé par les secousses ,
Des guerres, des guerres.
Frère, le jour se lève, sur des vies éphémères.
Frère, l'histoire s'achève, au milieu d'une mer.
L'histoire s'achève, au milieu d'une mer.

As I write Brother, I think of all those people who leave their country to flee war and misery, and often set sail at the risk of their lives, in makeshift boats.

BROTHER
Words:
Brother, how many dark seasons will burn your mountains.
Brother, how many veiled nights for Afghan women.
Brother, are men not born,
Brother, equal to each other only in exile.
Brother, there is so much hatred as many different people.
Brother, the same sun for all,
Veiled by the tremors,
Wars, oh brother..
Brother, I dreamed of a different land, a different world.
Brother, without religions or wars, neither Bible nor Koran.
Brother, just one road to follow,
Brother, a childhood to relive.
Brother, there is so much hatred as many different people.
Brother, the same sun for all,
Veiled by the tremors,
Wars, wars.
Brother, the day is dawning, on ephemeral lives.
Brother, the story ends, in the middle of a sea.
The story ends, in the middle of a sea

BROTHER
Words:
Brother, how many dark seasons will burn your mountains.
Brother, how many veiled nights for Afghan women.
Brother, are men not born,
Brother, equal to each other only in exile.
Brother, there is so much hatred as many different people.
Brother, the same sun for all,
Veiled by the tremors,
Wars, oh brother..
Brother, I dreamed of a different land, a different world.
Brother, without religions or wars, neither Bible nor Koran.
Brother, just one road to follow,
Brother, a childhood to relive.
Brother, there is so much hatred as many different people.
Brother, the same sun for all,
Veiled by the tremors,
Wars, wars.
Brother, the day is dawning, on ephemeral lives.
Brother, the story ends, in the middle of a sea.
The story ends, in the middle of a sea

Si ton enfance te poursuit

Frère

"Avant" raconte le jeune homme difficile à suivre que j'étais à l'époque. 
Paroles:
Quand j'étais jeune et détaché de tout, 
Je me moquais du monde.
Quand j'étais jeune et désireux de rien,
Seule ma vie se fonde.
Dans le bleu, dans le gris,
Des jours souvent les mêmes.
J'ignorais tout du sens, 
D'un serment, d'un je t'aime..

Avant que tu ne, changes mes saisons,
Avant que tu ne, troubles ma raison.
Je vivais sans rêves , et sans illusions,
Avant que tu ne changes mes saisons,
Troubles ma raison. 

Quand j'étais jeune et difficile à vivre,
Ni Dieu, ni maître.
Quand j'étais jeune difficile à suivre,
Je croyais tout connaitre.
Et je vis aujourd'hui, 
Chaque minute blonde,
Dans le feu, dans le froid,
A l'abri dans ton monde.

Avant que tu ne, changes mes saisons,
Avant que tu ne, troubles ma raison.
Je vivais sans rêves , et sans illusions,
Avant que tu ne changes mes saisons,
Troubles ma raison. 

j'ai longtemps cherché, sur bien des routes,
Une image qui parle de toi.
Sur les longs chemins de la déroute,
L'hiver et le vent, couraient vers toi.
Avant, avant, avant..
l'hiver et le vent,
Couraient vers toi,
Avant, avant.

Christian PERUTI
Auteur, compositeur, interprète

AVANT is the song that best represents the complicated young man that I was. smile..
Lyrics:
When I was young and detached from everything,
I was laughing at the world.
When I was young and wanting nothing,
Only my life is blended.
In the blue, in the gray,
Often the same days.
I didn't know anything about the meaning,
With an oath, with an I love you.

Before you change my seasons,
Before you do, trouble my reason.
I lived without dreams, and without illusions,
Before you change my seasons,
Trouble my reason.

When I was young and difficult to live with,
Neither God nor master.
When I was young, hard to follow,
I thought I knew everything.
And I live today,
Every blonde minute,
In the fire, in the cold,
Safe in your world.

Before you change my seasons,
Before you do, trouble my reason.
I lived without dreams, and without illusions,
Before you change my seasons,
Trouble my reason.

I have long searched, on many roads,
An image that speaks of you.
On the long roads of rout,
Winter and the wind were running towards you.
Before, before, before..
winter and wind,
Ran to you,
Before, before.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer

Avant

Des mots à double sens pour cette chanson  délicate..
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/3OMAy0TRSnw1dIcpIHBQWa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIRppFNId68
Paroles:
Au temps des saisons romantiques,
J'étais toujours l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est sans issue,
La rhétorique est bien connue.
Dans le parfum des mirabelles,
Je consommais l'amour précoce,
Au matin me faisais la belle,
On me traitait de sale gosse.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.

Au temps des saisons atypiques,
Je ne suis plus l'as de pique.
Aimer l'amour est un non sens,
Comme une effluve de l'enfance.
Le paradoxe est à venir,
J'aime le temps des anicroches.
Ou se mêlaient les souvenirs,
Les soupirs et les double croches.

Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans laisser d'adresse,
c'est laisser le temps se défaire, de nous.
Le bas filé, le bât qui blesse,
C'est filer sans la moindre liesse,
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de tout.
C'est laisser le temps se défaire de nous.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète.


A refined song that evokes a certain romanticism, in which words and their meaninglessness are important.
Lyrics:
In the time of the romantic seasons,
I was always the ace of spades.
To love love is a way out,
The rhetoric is well known.
In the scent of mirabelle plums,
I consummated precocious love,
In the morning I was beautiful,
I was called a bad kid.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to fly without the slightest jubilation,
It's letting the world get rid of everything.

In the time of atypical seasons,
I'm no longer the ace of spades.
To love love is nonsense,
like a scent of childhood.
The paradox is yet to come,
I like the time of hiccups.
Where memories were mingled,
the sighs and the sixteenth notes.

The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It is to go without leaving an address,
it is to let the world get rid of us.
The stocking, the pack that hurts,
It's to go away without
 the slightest jubilation is to let the world get rid of everything. It's letting time get rid of us. Christian PERUTI author, composer, performer.

Le bas filé

🎭 A Dream Worth Breaking 
“Not Zaun. Not vengeance. Not even freedom. Just her.”

Step into the smoke and sorrow of Arcane’s darkest lullaby. "A Dream Worth Breaking" is a cinematic, emotionally raw confessional ballad sung from the aching heart of Silco — not as a Revolutionary but as a father.

Blending haunting piano, electric cello, and ambient industrial textures, this track spirals from whispered grief to orchestral catharsis. Inspired by the hidden backstory of Felicia — Vi and Powder’s mother — this song reframes Zaun’s rebellion as a vow born of love, not just revolution.

But when that vow collides with the broken child Silco raises as his own, the dream shatters. And in the shards, he finds something more powerful than power: a reason to stop fighting. A reason to hold on.

🩸 From ghostly female echoes of “Powder” to the swelling chorus where Silco trades war cries for lullabies, this is a farewell to an old  promise and a tribute to a daughter who became the dream,His Legacy,His Daughter

✨ For fans of emotional storytelling, cinematic soundscapes, and characters too broken not to love.

#Arcane #Jinx #Silco #Zaun #OneHandedComposer #EmotionalEpic #FatherDaughter #SoundtrackForTears #CinematicPop #AestheticDespair 
✨LYRICS BELOW✨
Lyrics – A Dream Worth Breaking
Silco’s confessional to the only vow he ever meant to keep.

You made us promise in the dark
Said you couldn’t raise her in the smog.
"You're not allowed to fail again,"
That vow was more than just a joke.
We took the weight, two broken men…
But I walked the fire alone again.
With every drop they bled from Zaun,
I swore to burn the world to right that wrong.

I carried your ghost like a knife,
Cut the air with speeches, sold my soul to strife.
Painted freedom in Shimmer and blood,
Told myself the ends were worth what they’d become.

Then I found her in the rain.
Tears that matched my soot and flame.
Arms around me, frail and bruised—
Powder, little girl I couldn't lose.

And everything changed.
She cracked the iron in my chest.
No longer chasing flags or flame—
She became my breath.
Not Zaun, not war, not even pride.
Just keep her safe, just keep her alive.
The dream I once set cities on fire to reach
Now cried in my arms on that rusted bridge.

I wore my mask before the crowd,
Spoke in steel and rage out loud.
But in the dark, I watched her sleep,
Listened to the chaos buried deep.
And tried to be the father I never had,
Teaching strength the only way I could stand.

They called me monster, zealot, ghost…
But I dropped it all when she needed me most.
That day her blood met Piltover’s rain,
I didn’t see a soldier, only pain.
And I knew—oh, I knew right then:
She wasn’t my weapon or a tool…
She was the end.
I felt like a fool.

And everything changed.
She cracked the warlord into dust.
Zaun could burn, I'd let it rust
If she would breathe, if she would trust.
No more crusade, no more command—
Just hold her hand, just hold her hand.
Not victory, not power, not flame…
Just the sound of her voice saying my name.

Don’t cry... you’re perfect.
Even in chaos, even in pain.
You’re the song, the dream, my legacy.
Don’t cry... you’re perfect.
Perfect...
My dream, my legacy…
My daughter.

Dream Worth Breaking

Lyrics

I'd walk the fields in dusty boots
With calloused hands and deeper roots
The stories carved in cedar bark
Still echo when the mornings start
I’ve walked the same path to the hill
Where time stands still, but I never will
Cause there’s a pull I can’t ignore
To wander out and seek some more

But I carry the dirt beneath my feet
And the voices in the winds I meet
The map may change, but the truth I hold
Is we all need roots, and we all need roads

I’ve seen the skyline kiss the plains
And danced beneath September rains
I’ve learned to bend, but never break
Like river stones in mountain lakes
Each mile writes a verse I keep
Tucked in my coat for when it’s steep
I don’t fear the long unknown
When I know just where I’m from and grown

Yeah, I carry the dirt beneath my feet
And the voices in the winds I meet
The map may change, but the truth I hold
Is we all need roots, and we all need roads

Let the seasons shape my name
Let the sunburn write my claim
Home’s not lost, it just expands
In footprints laid across the land

Still I carry the dirt beneath my feet
And the laughter in the friends I greet
The road runs wide, but my heart knows
The strength of roots, and the call of roads

So here I go, no need to choose
I’ve got sturdy roads and growing roots


We All Need Roads

A mes parents, au temps passé qui ne reviendra pas, si loin et si proche à la fois..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHHqyTAMjZg
Paroles:
Il me revient des souvenirs,
Pour le meilleur et pour le rire.
C'est comme un film à remonter,
Un livre ouvert sur le passé.
J'avais dix ans dans le quartier,
J'aimais les jeux de mes fiancées,
Jeu de marelle je sais c'est con,
Quand on se veut comme un garçon.

Si le temps passe et les années nous blessent,
Si les volets se ferment un peu.
Si le temps passe et les années nous laissent,
Si comme au coeur un peu de bleu.
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,

Il me revient comme une odeur,
De cuir une banquette arrière.
Une déesse, des hauts le coeur,
Et les gauloises bleues de mon père.
J'avais treize ans dans le quartier,
J'aimais une fille aux yeux clairs,
Et j 'ai gardé à tout jamais,
L'odeur du henné de ma mère.

Si le temps passe et les années nous blessent,
Si les volets se ferment un peu.
Si le temps passe et les années nous laissent,
Si comme au coeur un peu de bleu.
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,
Moi j'aime à remonter le temps,

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

To my parents, to the times gone by that will not return, so far and yet so close at the same time..
Words:
Memories come back to me,
For better or for laughter.
It's like a film to rewind,
A book open on the past
.I was ten years old in the neighborhood,
I loved the games of my fiancées,
Hopscotch game I know it's silly,
When we want to be like a boy.

If time passes and the years hurt us,
 If the shutters close a little.
 If time passes and the years leave us,
 If like in the heart there's a bit of blue.
I love to go back in time,
 I love to go back in time,

It comes back to me like a smell,
 Of leather from a back seat.
 A goddess, with a tightness in my chest,
 And my father's blue Gauloises. 
I was thirteen in the neighborhood,
 I loved a girl with bright eyes, 
And I have forever kept, 
The smell of my mother's henna.
If time passes and the years hurt us,
 If the shutters close a little.
 If time passes and the years leave us,
 If like in the heart there's a bit of blue.
I love to go back in time,
 I love to go back in time,

Christian PERUTI 
author, composer, performer

Les volets se ferment un peu

[Intro]
You stood there with a ring and a promise
But time’s revealed the cracks inside your charm
You said you'd build her up with kindness
Now all I see is harm

[Verse 1]
You're drinking more than talking these days
And your words come sharp like razor blades
You raise your voice, and the kids all scatter
Like paper boats lost in a gale
You blame her for the life you wasted
While you're the one who walked away
From the man you swore you'd be
Back on that wedding day

[Chorus]
I'm disappointed, can’t you see?
You're not the man I hoped you’d be
You’re breaking hearts instead of chains
And pouring liquor on the flames
I see the wreckage, hear the cries
I wipe the tears from children’s eyes
You point at them, when it’s your soul that’s stained
Son… I’m just so disappointed

[Verse 2]
While your world’s falling in tatters
You treat her love like it's disposable
You treat your kids like they’re to blame
But I see through the smoke and whiskey
You're just drowning out your name

[Chorus]
I'm disappointed, can’t you see?
You're not the man I hoped you’d be
You’re breaking hearts instead of chains
And pouring liquor on the flames
I see the wreckage, hear the cries
I wipe the tears from children’s eyes
You point at them, when it’s your soul that’s stained
Son… I’m just so disappointed

[Bridge]
I gave you trust, I gave you time
I gave you room to change your mind
But now I stand here on this line
Between protector and goodbye

[Chorus – Final]
Yes, I’m disappointed, this cuts deep
You traded vows for nights of sleep
You left the mess for them to clean
You crushed their joy, you stole her dream
And if you ever want it back
You better fight, and change your track
But if you don’t… don’t leave it disjointed
Just know... I’ll always be disappointed

[Outro]
You still got time… to make it right
But tonight... I sleep with the porch light
Burning for them, not for you
You know what you need to do

Disappointed

Let Me Down Easy

https://open.spotify.com/track/3rDPMQwJiXDNB4N2fT2dor

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

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Father to Son

Slightly uphill
Jerred Seveyka: fingerstyle guitar
Bret Tobalske: rhythm and lead guitar

Decompression Stop

The Road Home

If given a choice, consider the glass as being half full.

Spring 2025

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