Un message poignant et fort, Alain, et tu le chantes avec une telle passion et une telle portée. C'est assez existentiel, au sens propre - :) -, et peut-être même au sens figuré aussi ? Magnifiquement interprété!

C'est vraiment de la bonne chanson francaise, j'adore

Super, Alain! Dans la belle tradition de chanson sociale française.

A re écouter toujours avec plaisir ! 🤩⭐️ unique 🥰

superbe compo 👌 écriture au top 👍  et une production toujours au top 👏

Un peu en retard... désolé... Une superbe chanson avec un beau texte, une superbe production - ◄┤❤️🕊️🙏├►

INTERACTION FINALITY IS TO LET DREAMS GO

BringIng Back this Song made 10 years ago. Hope You Feel it ... You can Download it for Free :)
Lyrics Singing/ Music Mix Demo/Video Clip Mix  by Special Cecilia
Video on Youtube : https://youtu.be/msOF7Y6pEBk?si=2Gq2-KMYOsjiot5C

WE CAN BE GREATER ...

Giving And Taking
------Cloud Stepping
(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit---NOT barely
the few we have can nearly fit

(Verse1)
If we knew it all, and all
Then nothing would matter
It’s all a puzzle to be solved
We have always been the answer
The plan of god without reward
Evolves in different ways
We are all awake in different dreams
To let the devil play

(Verse2)
Who amongst us hear the screams
Of millions of lives lost, 
and don’t look on it as savagery
And wonder what’s the cost
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost
Are we listening or not
Are we listening or not

Giving And Taking

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

The Feathered Crown is a card of pride, loss, and the aftermath of hubris. It draws upon two rich veins of folklore — the Appalachian belief in a feathered crown found beneath a dying person’s pillow, and the ancient myth of the Sirens and the Muses. Together, these stories form a layered symbol of reckoning, the echoes of lost glory, and the burdens of victory.

In Appalachian tradition, discovering a tightly woven feathered crown in a pillow was often seen as a sign that the soul of the deceased had passed to heaven, a mysterious mark of spiritual judgment. In mythology, after the Muses defeated the Sirens in a singing contest, the Sirens were stripped of their wings as punishment for their arrogance. The Muses, triumphant, wove the plucked feathers into radiant crowns — symbols of their victory but also of the destruction they wrought.

This card stands at the intersection of triumph and regret. It speaks of victories that come at a cost, the spoils of conquest weighed down by lingering guilt or sorrow. The Feathered Crown reminds us that success without humility invites ruin. It asks whether our pursuits of recognition or superiority are worth the burdens we carry in their wake.

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Drums, Percussion, Keyboards: Ron Thomas
Guitars, Bass, Banjo, Lyre, Vocals, Midi: PS Perkins

Mixed and mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
Dedicated to Josephine of the Mouse Folk

LYRICS
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I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
As you don your supple plumage, tell me did you win it truly
From the fairest maidens of Persephone?
Are your songs of grief and woe, are they songs of deep regret?
With feathers plucked from silvery Sirens wings?
Or from the tails of rainbow ravens perching just outside your window
Waiting for the passing ships to hear them sing
Waiting for the passing ships to hear you sing

Dashed upon the rotten rocks of harpy limbed nightingales
Where tides resound with death inducing cries
As the sailors climb and clamor for a seat upon the razor
And a melody to cling to as they die
Rejoicing in the arts of their inglorious ease,
Freely frolic where the churning waters flow
Diving from the clifftops, splashing down into the seas below
Charming in both poetry and prose
Alluring in both poetry and prose

Whosoever dare to wear the feathers in their hair
Like the parrot and the magpie in a cage
That we may divert our stare from the circling of the bear
While standing proud upon the heavens final stage
When the starry sisters nine, with their bellies full of wine
Have bested you at your own foolish games
And the ships all passing by which now leave you there to die
Having never even known your given names
Having never even known your real names

I saw your feathered crown, the one you keep under your pillow
Did you think that you could hide it from me?
Oh, Josephine, you should have known better.

The Feathered Crown

HELLO FRIENDS AND MUSICAL COMPADRES!  TO BE TRUTHFUL, I HAVENT BEEN VERY MOTIVATED TO CREATE MUSIC, ARRANGEMENTS, SOUNDZZZZZ, OR ANYTHNG MUSICAL REALLY....UNTIL LATELY, I TRY NOT TO MAKE ANYTHING UNLESS I FEEL IM DRAWN TO DO SO, OTHERWISE, IT SEEMS THE END RESULT FUCKING SUCKS MOST TIMES....I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS NEW ONE HERE, SO TAKE OFF, BLAST OFF INTO WHEREVER YOUR MIND TAKES YOU....BIGGGGGG LOVE ALWAYZZZZZZ, ROOTS!!!
P.S. IM GOING TO GO THROUGH AND CATCH UP AND TAKE THE NECESSARY TIME TO TRULY ENJOY YOUR PIECES THAT I AM VERY BEHIND ON....I TRULY LOOK FORWARD TO IT !!!!

SAMPLES:  AUDIO/SOUND BYTES FROM 1991"BOYZ IN DA HOOD" FILM BY JOHN SINGLETON 
*I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE SAMPLES

FINALITY HAS NO DEATH

New Collaboration with my buddy Nakedverse please go and listen to his sublime sounds https://soundcloud.com/nakedverse
Lyrics:-
You're watching a movie
It's all a great big show
How can they tell you now
You wouldn't want to know

You're dreaming of another better life
But stuck here in the system's gears 
You see the progress that the good guys make
So you try to throw away your fears

There's a distraction to the left
Disinformation  to the right
Another distraction to the left
More information to the right

The world's a stage and now the curtain's up
And the storyline is getting strange
Whoever's writing all this dialogue
Must be laughing as the actors age

You're watching a movie
It's all a great big show
How can they tell you now
You wouldn't want to know

All you can do is dance to the beat of the rhythm that's given
Following footsteps you feel even though that you know they've been hidden

There's a distraction to the left
Disinformation to the right
Another distraction to the left
More information to the right

You're watching a movie
It's all a great big show
How can they tell you now
You wouldn't want to know

You're dreaming of another better life
But stuck here in the system's gears 
You see the progress that the good guys make
So you try to throw away your fears

You're watching a movie
It's all a great big show
How can they tell you now
You wouldn't want to know
You're watching a movie

Nakedverse/winkandwoo 2025

You're Watching A Movie

You're Watching A Movie - Nakedverse & winkandwoo

I had a dream, and I wrote this song not to forget it. 

Technical highlights: hand played bass, slightly odd riff on chorus (15/2) & some extra psychedelia.

Pic & sounds taken with my phone during a recent experience which could help me understand the dream, maybe…

Letra  /  Lyrics:

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)  /  NÍMOR (I don’t know where I am)

Entré en la sala sin hacer ruido,  /  I entered the room making no noise,
los pocos que vi eran desconocidos,  /  the few ones I saw were strangers,
busqué una cama que estuviera libre y dormí.  /  I looked for a spare bed and slept.

Al día siguiente no encontré mi sitio,   /  The following day I didn’t find my place,
todo estaba lleno de desconocidos,  /  the whole room was full of strangers,
me di la vuelta para salir y te vi.  /  I turned around to leave and I saw you.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …

La cama de al lado estaba vacía,  /  The bed at your side was empty,
y me preguntaste si la quería,  /  and you asked if I wanted it,
la quise y pronto nos hicimos amigos,  /  I did and soon we became friends,
desconocidos.  /  strangers.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …
Nímor, no sé qué pasa…  /  Nímor, I don’t know what’s going on...
Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...

Te pregunté “¿cómo se llama este sitio?”  /  I asked you "what’s the name of this place?"
y me contestaste que estaba contigo,  /  and you answered that I was with you,
y sin darme cuenta te quise mucho y dormí.  /  and unconsciously I loved you so and slept.

Ahora del sueño ya me he despertado,  /  Now from the dream I’ve already woken,
tu nombre lamento no haber preguntado,  /  your name I regret not having asked,
te llamaré como el sitio en que te conocí.  /  I’ll call you like the place where I met you.

Nímor (…)  /  Nímor (…)

ER27HC06 ©1995 ®2015

Honorable broadcast (34:47 - 40.00): http://jeffhickmott.podomatic.com/entry/2015-09-18T05_02_20-07_00

Nota para el oyente español: ninguna influencia de Chiquito de la Calzada en el título; lo pongo tal como lo soñé y punto.

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/FhXG2eUCCJs
This Song is What Can Happen when I have a Bad Week or the Heavy Weight of the World is Spinning in my Head & my Imagination Kicks In :-)  
To HOPE  !!!
It was a Fast Write & Really Fun to Record ~~
Hope Everyone Likes It !
©2025 Donna Dior

UNREST IN THE GALAXY

DAW] Logic Pro 11.2  [Plugin] fxpansion BFD3,IK Multimedia MODO BASS,Ample Guitar TCIII

AR+VR=U

“180 Bars of Solitude”  by Luke

Still working on my Waltz composition..
So here’s another dark piano piece
the short version 😂

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“180 Bars of Solitude” by Luke

WELL IF YOU HAVE PLAN TO MOTOR WEST
TRAVEL MY WAY THAT’S THE BEST
TAKE THE HIGHWAY GET YOUR KICKS
OUT ON ROUTE 66  

WE SAID IT ONCE WE CAN SAY TWICE
3 BLIND MICE AFTER A FARMER’S WIFE

LET’S CHANGE OUR PLANS I SUGGEST
AND TRAVEL EAST INSTEAD OF WEST
SWITCH THE SUN OF SAN ANTONE
WITH THE DRIZZLE AND MIST OF BRIGHTON  

WE’VE SAID IT ONCE WE CAN SAY IT THRICE
3 BLIND MICE WITH A CARVING KNIFE
ROLL ON THE DICE

THANK YOU BERRY FOR YOUR LICKS
THANK YOU GARY FOR YOUR KICKS
WE’RE ALL KIDS OF THE WIDOW WITH A SHAWL
BEING MATES IS SUCH A BALL  

3 BLIND MICE AND A TAG WITH NO PRICE
DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A THING IN YOUR LIFE ?

GONE FROM MISSOURI
AVEC MA SOURIS
DESTINATION POURRY DOWNTOWN LE PARADIS 
UN TOUR PAR LA MAIRIE ET CHOPER LE FERRY 
SI ON L’A FAIT BEFORE ON PEUT LE FAIRE ENCORE

3 BLIND MICE ON A GRAIN OF RICE
WHERE YOU AND I TOGETHER ARE ENGRAVED FOR LIFE

THERE’S MANY A ROADS 66
FIND YOUR OWN MAKE YOUR PICK
AS LONG AS THE ROAD HAS NO END
BUT GOOD OLD FRIENDS ARE UP AROUND THE BEND

PEACE AND LOVE AND SUGAR AND SPICE
EVERLASTING CHILDHOOD WITH 3 BLIND MICE

BUT IF YOU HAVE PLAN TO MOTOR WEST
TRAVEL MY WAY THAT’S THE BEST
TAKE THE HIGHWAY GET YOUR KICKS
OUT ON ROUTE 66  

HAIL HAIL ROCK N’ROLL
BEING MATES IS SUCH A BALL
COS THE HIGHER WE GET THE SOFTER WE FALL

SEE HOW THEY RUN














3 BLIND MICE (Lyrics) + Gary Reeves on drums and Barbara Browning ad. vocals

Special thanks to Ashesndreams for her acappella

Lyrics :
Baby no me pidas que me aparte
Yo ya te he buscado en todas partes
Solamente vengo a recordarte que estoy
Imaginandote
Una y otra vez
Que tu estas aqui conmigo
Acariciandome
No seas timido
Dejate querer
Que si dudas te prometo
Que vas a volver

No tengo miedo
Soy un kamikaze
Mi imaginacion se prende con lo que me haces
Diario yo te pienso
Te tengo en mis suenos
Eres el motor para escribir todos mis versos
No te voy a mentir te quiero todo pa mi

IMAGINANDOTE. 🎧.  feat  Ashesndreams


Texte Français et Google traduction

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Fins de mois difficiles,
Les factures à régler.
Et les enfants fragiles
Qu’il faudra bien soigner.
Et ce loyer qui tombe
Trop lourd à chaque fois
Que faire dans un monde
Si on n'a pas un toit.

Puis il faut bien manger
Pas en faire des extras
Un plat ou une entrée
Sans sauter de repas.
C'est si facile à dire
Quand on y regarde bien
C'est sûr, il y a un pire
Beaucoup de nous ont faim.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.

On cherche et on ratisse
Dans ses tiroirs du fond
Ce jour qui rase gratis
Quand on n'a pas un rond.
On gratte toutes ses poches
Jusqu'à les déchirer
Tendre sa main c'est moche
Pour au mieux vivre.

En se privé de tout
Ce qu'on dit superflu
Il ne reste plus beaucoup
De moments détendus.
On se traîne, on vivote
Sans regarder au loin
L'intérieur se révolte
Espérant mieux demain.

A joindre les deux bouts...

Mais pourquoi travailler
On ne comprend pas bien
Que faire pour exister
Si ce n'est pour les siens.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.


MAKING ENDS MEET

Tough ends of the month,
Bills to pay.
And fragile children
Who will need to be cared for.
And that rent that comes in
Too heavy every time
What can you do in a world
If you don't have a roof over your head.

And you have to eat well
Not overdo it
A main course or a starter
Without skipping a meal.
It's so easy to say
When you look closely
It's sure, there's a worse situation
Many of us are hungry.

Making ends meet
When you can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when you don't have it.

We search and we rake
In our back drawers
That day that shaves for free
When we don't have a penny.
We pick all our pockets
Until they tear
Reaching out is a shame
To live better.

By depriving ourselves of everything
What we say is superfluous
There aren't many
Relaxed moments left.
We drag ourselves along, we eke out a living
Without looking far ahead
Our inner self rebels
Hoping for better tomorrow.

To make ends meet...

But why work?
We don't really understand
What to do to exist
If not for our loved ones.

To make ends meet
When we can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when we don't have it.

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desert dream

Soltás y das

Cuando el viento choca en los cristales
y la luna funde con la piel.
cuando sombras caen como puñales
y las horas van a su merced.
Y a pesar de los días en que dudas en creer.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Cuando la memoria vuelve al frio   
y el invierno espera en el umbral.
cuando llega del miedo y el astío
en silencio miras que hay atrás.
Y a pesar de los días en que dudas ensoñar.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Y a pesar de los días en que dudas en creer.
Soltás, soltás, soltás y das, soltás, para ser.

Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Soltás y das

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

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