Félicitation au magicien des mots....encore un super texte, je suis fan.

This is 2 years ago. You are making timeless music but there is room for you to improve on quality of your songs.

Des paroles poignantes aussi. Chanson sincère, Alain.

Merveilleux poème chanté, magnifiques paroles sur les hommes et l'amour. Supebe quailé instrumentale, j'adore le solo de guitare avec en arrière plan les accords égrenés de piano, et la cadence régulière de ce violon "néo classique"

Une mélodie qui nous accroche comme de la très bonne variété française et pour nous tu sais que ce n'est pas un gros mot 💙🤍💖

Punk Rock Zombie

PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, lyre, vocals
Ron Thomas: Autoharps, Drums

Production notes:
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Very early on we wanted to use autoharps on this song to create a sort of swirling backdrop, reminiscent of the harps in Indian/Bollywood soundtrack songs of the seventies.

Right away there were challenges because the song is in B flat and is not wholly diatonic to begin with, utilizing a chord built on the augmented lydian scale in the choruses. So rather than transpose the song to a more amenable key (since the chromatic bits weren't going to work no matter what key we used) we instead re-tuned the autoharp. Moving through the strings one by one we tuned them either up or down a half step where applicable to bring them into key. Where the augmented chord hit in the choruses, we excluded those notes so that the autoharp was filling the diatonic parts of the chords and omitting the accidentals. It took us several tries to get it right. In the end we arrived at a chord progression that could be strummed on the autoharp and the modified chords could be played with existing dampers.

We also tuned the lyre so that the top half of the strings included the chromatic augmented notes while the lower register of the lyre was tuned using the diatonic, so the lyre could play the melody all the way through both parts of the song.

The inspiration for this song was essentially fourfold:
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First, H.P. Lovecraft's terrifying necromancer Joseph Curwen (from "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward") who masked his true identity in order to thwart suspicion from his fellow townsfolk. He has many secrets lurking in his underground catacombs where he performs acts of necromancy most foul, extracting the "salts" of the dead in order to raise them at will and learn the secrets of ancient eldritch deities.

Second, a poem by Rudyard Kipling titled "En-Dor" which was a warning against the rise of spiritualism and the cost of communion with the dead in the early 20th century.

Third, the biblical Saul who traveled in disguise to visit a witch at the city of Endor in order to summon Samuel from the dead and garner advice on defeating the Philistines, but who only prophesies doom for Saul. Saul dies later the next day in the battle of Gilboa.

Lastly, the story of Odysseus communing with the underworld where he enlists the help of Tiresias to have a chat with the dead and secure for himself a safe journey home.

They all seek communion with the dead for one purpose: to gain knowledge which only those who have crossed over between realms might possess. 

Lyrics:
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A mask may reveal what it’s meant to conceal
From those who are standing beside us
Armor of pride, so we learn to abide
By the monsters which hide deep inside us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Oh, how they scratch and they bite us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us

Only to know what the professor knows

Eating black bread, wearing clothes of the dead
The soil soaked in honey around us
For fear if we failed, leave the ogre unveiled
And it’s back in the grave where they found us
Back in the grave where they found us
Freed from the ties which had bound us
Back in the grave where they found us

Only to know what the professor knows

In the catacomb vaults, we extracted the salts
From cadavers to lengthen our youth
Chanting the names at the edge of the flames
And a mirror to show us the truth
A mirror which speaks only truth
See how it seeks not to soothe
A mirror which speaks only truth

Only to know what the professor knows

In the underworld maze, in the night of no days
Concocting the plan we’re devising
Much to endure on the road to En-Dor
And to snatch from Elohim arising
To snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising

BARDS: Of the Shimmering Seraphs

The Professor

I'm sorry y'all--this is another downer of a song with preachy lyrics but it's an idea that came up and demanded to be completed. 

The only side I take is the human one, but I couldn't have more contempt for the ostensible leaders of both Gaza and Israel who seek their own interests at the cost of so much suffering among innocents. Nothing good comes out of "Let's go kill some people."



You Let This Happen

have you understood that this is the final warning call
abandon hope all those that linger here

you lived the diamond life and could not lend your ears
and now the sand is wet with blood beyond our wildest fears 
how could you let this happen here

we plant the seeds of death beside the seeds of life 
so they can pay the price and have the will to fight

the bloodied face that no one could identify
now here's the news that was a mother's precious baby
how could you let this happen here

so how do you think this story ends
when it begins with the death of innocents
another thousand years of war is in the cards
another generation with daggers in their hearts

and you let it happen

You Let This Happen

Lights Off feat. CallMeDezz
Vocals and Lyrics CallMeDezz:
 https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/22218/lights-off-140bpm-trap-acapella
Paploviante E Bass, Music, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering

Lights Off feat. CallMeDezz

Roar (or Get Up On Your Hind Legs)

chorale

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, by: Prod. Riddiman

www.youtube.com/@ProdRiddiman

Vocals/Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by: The Mysterious Decibel

Lyrics:

Do the monsters from the dark dimension tell campfire stories too?
Do the monsters from the realm of unknown make the antagonist out of you?

Sick and Disgusting
Perverted and untrusting
A planet just crusting with parasitical bustings from the wombs of the wicked
We are so addicted
To the madness afflicted
All the way from restricted

Do you even know what crafts a monster that walks on many toes?
Does it go any further than the realms outside the veins of your blood flow?

Do the monsters from the dark dimension tell campfire stories too?
Do the monsters from the realm of unknown make the antagonist out of you?

Who are all the Monsters in all the pages?
We are all the monsters! Let's burn the sages!
Who are all the monsters in all the pages?
We are all the monsters let's burn the sages!

Who are all the monsters?
Who are all the monsters?
Who are all the monsters?
We are all the monsters!

You can't cleanse me
I can't cleanse you
So let's sail the sinful seas
In a little Brittle black canoe

Prod. Riddiman x The Mysterious Decibel - Who Are All The Monsters?

In the quaint suburban, preciously one square mile neighborhood of Willowbrook, a peculiar phenomenon unfolds beneath the facade of everyday life. Here, amidst the picket fences and neatly trimmed lawns, lies a secret known only to its inhabitants: the ability to walk through walls. It's a gift that defies logic, a quirk of reality that shapes the lives of those who call Willowbrook home.

Willowbrook

雲は流れる

Just Like U

Texte Français et Google traduction

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Pas connu à ce jour
Si je dois tout vous dire.
Des aventures j’ai eu
Comme tous et comme chacun,
Quelques unes vécues,
Mais sans de lendemain.

Les images qu’on se donne,
Les rêves qu’on se fait,
Quand on ne trouve personne
Se terminent en regrets.
On fait « sans » comme on dit
A pleurer dans un coin,
On parle avec l’ennui
Car c’est lui qui nous tient.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
N’est pas venu mon tour,
Etre aimé par désir.
Ce destin pas croisé
Est-ce que je l’ai voulu ?
Ou m’a-t-il échappé
Sans l’avoir aperçu !

Alors je pense à tout,
Je pleure dans mon silence.
Je vous regarde vous,
Un peu moi quand j’y pense.
Toutes ses mains qui se tiennent,
Ces baisers échangés,
Bien seul avec mes peines,
Je retourne à rêver.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Je meurs de jour en jour
Pas besoin de le dire.
Je m’accroche à l’espoir
Pour qu’on vienne me chercher,
Continuer à y croire
Pourra- t’il me sauver ?

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Mes « donner » sans retour
M’aiderons à mourir.
Car ces histoires d’amour
Qui ne m’ont pas trouvées,
Finiront bien un jour
Par me faire m’en aller.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

I MISS THE WORDS

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Not known to date
If I have to tell you everything.
Adventures I had
Like everyone, like everyone
Some lived,
But without tomorrow.

The images we give ourselves,
The dreams we have,
When we can not find anyone
End in regret.
We do "without" as we say
To cry in a corner,
We talk with boredom
Because it is he who holds us.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Did not come my turn,
To be loved by desire.
This destiny not crossed
Did I want it?
Or did he escape me
Without having seen it!

So I think of everything,
I cry in my silence.
I look at you,
A little me when I think about it.
All his hands standing,
These kissing exchanged,
Well alone with my sorrows,
I go back to dreaming.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
I die from day to day
No need to say it.
I cling to hope
To be picked up,
Continue to believe
Can he save me?

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
My "give" without return
Will help me to die.
Because these love stories
Who did not find me,
Will finish well one day
To make me go.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS (Le manque d'amour)

Chansons Françaises écrites, composées, arrangées et enregistrées à la maison.
Elles sont toutefois déposées à la SACEM.

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS (Le manque d'amour)

Alain GUERIN

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