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If the pillows could talk, there would be no more secrets on earth. Me, I prefer that the pillows are silent because certain confessions must remain for their sole owners. I dedicate this melody to Madame Hérivale de La Fontaine who inspired me with her poem '' L’Oreiller ''.
                …  
L’Oreiller 

Tu es toujours près de moi,  
Depuis ma tendre enfance. 
Et c'est comme une évidence,  
De te garder sous mon toit. 
Ma tête le soir sur toi, 
Vient se poser sans méfiance.
 Quelquefois mes peines immenses, 
T'inondent de leur émois.   

Passe passe passe les tourments.  
Passe passe passe les amants.
 Passe passe passe les sentiments,
 Mais tu restes toujours bienveillant   

Que serait ma vie sans toi ?
Un long chemin sans jouissance. 
Instrument de mon aisance, 
Quand je m'endors avec toi,  
Mon sommeil est sans effroi.  
Mon oreiller quand j'y pense, 
Tu me permets l'insouciance. 
En toi, chaque nuit je me noie. 
 
Passe passe passe les tourments.  
Passe passe passe les amants. 
Passe passe passe les sentiments,
 Mais tu restes toujours bienveillant.

   	                                   Hérivale de La Fontaine.
https://www.poeme-france.com/auteur/herival-de-la-fontaine/

L'oreiller

I’ve got my work cut out with you
Your fitted shirts, and your patent leather shoes
A choice of cars to drop your kids at school
You’ve got it
I want it too
 
I’ll find you drinking at the bar
You’ll tell me all about your personal par
Then late at night I’ll walk you home, sweet home
You’ve got it
I want that too

The wheel of fortune just keeps spinning on and on
Where it stops no-body knows
Your run of luck just bounced right off the table
You had it 
I’ve got it now

We’ll go inside for one last drink
I’ll fix your nightcap while you take a leak
And when you wake up you’ll be six feet deep
You had it
I’ve got it now

You thought the world belonged to you
Well now you know it was yours to lose
I was just waiting in the wings out there
You had it
I’ve got it now
 
You shouldn’t feel too bad about yourself
I quite admire your nerve
If I had been the one who had it all
I’m sure, you would have got to me first

The wheel of fortune just keeps spinning on and on
Where it stops no-body knows
Your run of luck just bounced right off the table
You had it 
I’ve got it
You blew it 
I won it
You lost it
I’ve got it now

And when you curse the day we met back then
And think about your life
Console yourself with this one last thought
It’s me, that’s sleeping with your wife

You had it 
I’ve got it
You blew it

You've got it, I want it

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

You’re a joke, but I bet you already know that – Can’t control who you are on the inside – Moody shadow covering happiness - Drowning out your motives and poisoning society – Society – Like pawns in a chess game, we wait our turn – To draw conclusions through your pretend concern – Focused only on yourself and dragging others into your miserable existence – Existence – I’ll fight back with unusual persistence

Chorus:
Never going back, never giving in
You move forward and we all sit (repeat)
We all sit (repeat chorus)

Jealous of what you deny yourself – Continually dragging us down so we feel like you – Like you – 
You’re a joke, but I bet you already know that…

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A (mostly) rather cheerful 5/4 composition, hope you enjoy it!

Longer, Bluer Suns

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Небольшая музыкальная зарисовка

Leto

A song I composed and played for my daughters when they were young.

Lyrics:

See the little girl
She has a seed
And she plants it in the ground,
Beside a weed,
And the sun comes up,
And the rain comes down,
And the little seed,
The little seed,
Springs UP
From the ground.


Lyrics and Music: Mike Krath

See the Little Girl

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Popeye the Sailor meets Gilbert & Sullivan in a critter-cottage context. Written for kids but can be enjoyed by the young at heart.

(Sittin’ on the) Bottom of the Bay

I’m sittin' on a sunken log with stuff all green and gooey
As the bubbles from my lips and nose are risin’ all around me
And I look up at the surface where it seems all bright and shimmery
I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Fish are swimmin’ ‘round me ‘cause the people haven’t caught ‘em
There are pointy branches stickin’ from the sandy muddy bottom
It will all be filled with gucky leaves around the end of autumn
And I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Kids are skippin’ pebbles and they’re sinkin’ on my head
The ducks are swimming by me while they try to grab the bread
The whole merganser family appears to be well-fed
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow,
Bubbles floating high, bread is falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental

A big fat sunfish with a belly orange and yellow
Brings a black bass pal who is such a friendly fellow
With a black tipped tail and big eyes that look like jello
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay

A fishin’ lure sparkles as it wiggles down beside us
But the clever fishies say that it will never go inside us
I attach it to a boot or a tire or other nasty prizes
While I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental 

Water bugs are spinnin’ and collidin’ with each other
There’s an old snappin’ turtle and he treats me like a brother
And I’m tickled by some water plants of one kind or another
As I’m sittin’ on the bottom of the bay.

Lilly pads are growin’ up and floatin’ on the top
A frog jumps in the water with a loud ker-plop,
It’s so fun and fascinating that I never want to stop
Sittin’ here, on the bottom of the bay.

Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow
Bubbles floating high, pebbles falling low,
Bubbles floating high, everything is flow, flow flow flow, flow.

Instrumental to end.

(Sittin' on the) Bottom Of The Bay

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