music, arrangements, mix : Tulipe (@tulipe-records)
voix/vocals : Dominique Briand & Tulipe (@tulipe-records)

Un immense merci à mon ami et talentueux artiste Tulipe (@tulipe-records) pour avoir accepté de m’accompagner sur ce projet en composant et jouant cette superbe musique et en posant sa voix sur la mienne.

A huge thank you to my friend and talented artist Tulipe (@tulipe-records) for agreeing to accompany me on this project by composing and playing this superb music and by adding his voice to mine.


Paroliers : Hubert Giraud / Noel Roux

On peut vivre sans richesse
Presque sans le sou
Des seigneurs et des princesses
Y'en a plus beaucoup
Mais vivre sans tendresse
On ne le pourrait pas
Non, non, non, non
On ne le pourrait pas
On peut vivre sans la gloire
Qui ne prouve rien
Etre inconnu dans l'histoire
Et s'en trouver bien
Mais vivre sans tendresse
Il n'en est pas question
Non, non, non, non
Il n'en est pas question
Quelle douce faiblesse
Quel joli sentiment
Ce besoin de tendresse
Qui nous vient en naissant
Vraiment, vraiment, vraiment
Le travail est nécessaire
Mais s'il faut rester
Des semaines sans rien faire
Eh bien, on s'y fait
Mais vivre sans tendresse
Le temps vous paraît long
Long, long, long, long
Le temps vous parait long
Dans le feu de la jeunesse
Naissent les plaisirs
Et l'amour fait des prouesses
Pour nous éblouir
Oui mais sans la tendresse
L'amour ne serait rien
Non, non, non, non
L'amour ne serait rien
Quand la vie impitoyable
Vous tombe dessus
On n'est plus qu'un pauvre diable
Broyé et déçu
Alors sans la tendresse
D'un coeur qui nous soutient
Non, non, non, non
On n'irait pas plus loin
Un enfant nous embrasse
Parce qu'on le rend heureux
Tous nos chagrins s'effacent
On a les larmes aux yeux
Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, mon Dieu
Dans votre immense sagesse
Immense ferveur
Faites donc pleuvoir sans cesse
Au fond de nos coeurs
Des torrents de tendresse
Pour que règne l'amour
Règne l'amour
Jusqu'à la fin des jours

La Tendresse (Bourvil) par Tulipe et Dominique

find the light : )

and just         let                           go . .

the light I saw

Counting Stars

Hollywood celebrities are trapped by Satan
Hollywood celebrities are trapped by Satan! 

Hollywood celebrities are lured to an award show and are trapped inside by Satan! 
		
Like moths and flying insects, glowing light they are drawn towards 
Hollywood celebrities cannot resist awards
And Satan was aware of this, of course, and sought to trap them 
Lure them to some swanky venue where he could kidnap them!  

Why, you might ask why would Satan kidnap these celebrities 
The women are so beautiful, the men so very handsome
Satan knew that the general public worshipped them like deities 
And with their very souls their fans will gladly pay the ransom!  

Hollywood celebrities are trapped by Satan
Hollywood celebrities are trapped by Satan! 

Hollywood celebrities are lured to an award show 
and now Satan holds them hostage 
and their fans must pledge their souls to set them free.

Folks:  Call the 1800 number flashing on your television 
And make your pledge to Satan, that’s spelled “S-A-T-A-N” 
If you choose to make this rather wise and well-informed decision 
Hollywood celebrities will walk the streets again. 

Our target for the first five minutes is one million souls 
And If we hit our target we will let them all go free! 
But If you disappoint us and we don’t achieve our goals 
These Hollywood celebrities will die on live TV!  

Satan:  Let’s bring Tom Hanks up here!  Tommy!  Come up on stage! 
There’s Meryl Streep!   C’mon Meryl! Get up here! 
Jimmy Kimmel!  You old son of a gun!  Get up here!  

Is the guillotine ready?  Bring it out!   

Time to check the tote board!   Timpani!   

Only 50 souls!?  I warned you what would happen! 

<guillotine sound>. 
<crowd gasp>. 

Hollywood celebrities are trapped by Satan
Hollywood celebrities are trapped by Satan! 

Hollywood celebrities were lured to an award show 
they were trapped inside by Satan  
And Tom Hanks 
and Meryl Streep 
and Jimmy Kimmel 
were summarily beheaded

Hollywood Celebrities Are Trapped By Satan!

a live demo recorded on the old tape machine.........peace, cheers for having a listen and seasons greetings.............*Tombstone Jones by The Bluebirds From Montezuma..........one of my many favs that ive found on here........a great group i like to listen to in the morn with me cuppa


somebody told me it's mind over matter
but does it matter to you that mine is in tatters
cos I'm sick of what I'm seeing on my devices
it's breaking my brain

advice never asked for, watch them boiling wooden spoons 
hearing peoples cringy songs with them singing outta tune
and pretending that they listen
to get a good review

or watch them bury their heads in their hands as they weep
cos they lost everything they got nowhere to sleep
and from the comfort of our 24/7 live feed
we can give it our armchair critique

and as always there's talk, endless conclusions
everyone shouting so there aint no solutions
to the problems that lie at our feet
seems they only exist when they're on our screen

branded and tagged like cattle at the station
trying to be our authentic self on rotation
but we can't shut up about it
cos everybody's gotta know

so many conversations we're all trying to be heard
and not paying any mind to the things that deserve 
our attention deficit has never been so bad I've heard
since 1963

and as always there's talk, endless discussions
like a blow to the head can give you concussion
like the problems that lie in our homes
seems they only exist if someone else knows

we protest cos the cows are fartin to much
but if we eat any, the plant lovers hate our guts
cos they rather we live on daises and nuts
so we can squeeze through a crack in the wall

maybe what we need to do is find a quiet space
pull up a chair and stare into space
and for 5 minutes just be alone with our face
and shut the fuck up for a while

stfu (For a While)

Can’t always get what you want (cover)

I've heard part of this lead guitar before in someone else's song..  and it's doing my head in... I want to find out what I've possibly encroached... If anyone can put a name to it I would be very grateful... 🤔 I'd like to check it and adjust if it's too close... My hunch is the timing will keep my piece original enough and I think it's also the reason I can't think of it ... Musical mind control haha


Timing 7/1 (Hat tip to Pink Floyd song Money which ia 7/4)

I used 7/8 in the end as I wasn't feeling the gait 7/4 gives you at 33bpm, my random-ish bpm. Has a nice psychotic hijack reference anyways...

Tempo 33 BPM (The number of the Bus in the movie Speed)

Added electric guitar lead with the piano and vox


Page > Screen
To reiterate my opinion on using a pen and paoer vs a screen... It's break from the square light. You are less distracted plugging yourself out of that wireless matrix. Like I alude to in the song about books vs videos... I heard JRE parrot a while ago that he thinks videos are the same for absorbing info as books... I completely disagree. He'sa sales man selling his semi real world... For absorbing something with technical information only... maybe... But for creating your own opinion on something and merging that better with an author or creator... Books give you pause to create your own solid thoughts about something. You give yourself ponder time where as being led by a film maker you must accept their flow more then an author and a book... I think anyways... The more I think about it again it comes back to the screen as the distraction to your clear thought... It's not just the light in fa tvits not that. It's the subliminal association and the mode tour brain will inconsciously go into when you are surfing the matrix... You in dumb down mode locked into reels and shorts so does that trigger it all the time at some level given so many people are so used to that as normal.. just expanding on that Incase you get a half assed unplug by writing on a tablet  ... My lyrics I think have vastly improved since I decided to only write that way again... i never write on a screen now only to type them out

Lyrics

We used to barter
Comparable value
Traditional
Social
For our kids, we haggled
Then money washed over the world
Value became a nothingness unfurled
New control of will
Weakened minds
Money now pill
Permanent mine, to mine.
It mines your mind,
Materialism
It boils your love with fake physical schism
It melts your zealed connection to neighbour
It took sharing away
Now feeds capital (online = plugged into the matrix spend more spend more no connectivity with life) flavour
This flavour tastes bitter to me
I spat out the sweet with good Nepali
Temple balled brain says we need new way
Let's dissect this finance let song have a say

So many angles but credit king cruel
Imaginary money forms more digital druel
The advert macvhine moves to highjack minds
I want it
They have it
We must be... It's mine
Mining your mind in multiple ways
Oh a headline,
Wow, now I'm an expert I say
Man, I saw this tik tok short
Now ion this universe I can report
My buddy knows it and musk says it's true...
It 'must' be what real world has shown us...
Rogan ' wrong.
Video can be shallow
A book gives you pause
Make your own true made swallow.

Hijacked hymn
Come on home again

Show yourself
Read the article
Whole documentaries paint small parts of this
Combined info. will find you honest
The mis-informed can become all honours
But you need to know how and what you are told
It's your muted love brings your subliminal bold
See the world
Confirm it's true
Forget the news
Go outside
Like trees do

Oh Hijacked hymn
You're coming home again
With reasons rule
Just candle light for you

Hijacked

Written by James Geer

Words and words ad nausiam
A simple tortured phrase
A fiery sermon free of thought
An Endless verbal maze

Tailored sharply to the beat
Or curtly curtailed
Vague and seldom to the point
Or cogent and detailed

Words to dance around a point
Words to take up space
Some to precisely convey
Others to erase

Iambic pentameter
Free verse free of rhyme
Verses to reveal the truth 
Others to waste time

Verses setting premises 
Others to ignore
Some that make the final cut 
Others on the floor

Finally a closing thought
Wrapping up the song
nothing here for you to see
Time to move along

Words

Lyrics  
He’s the king of acting your audience 
And disposing of the story you told He desperately needs a woman beside him 
But then go please won’t you leave me alone 
Can’t you see the broken heart Within the boy within the man  

He’s the master of hiding his thoughts away 
And then he leaks all over your floor He’s a sinner with no proof to show you 
He’s the jail the judge and the cop Can’t you see the broken heart  Within the boy within the man

The King (Demo)

cool stuff

01 - SA - Alev Lenz 3 - Interactive Album - Soul of Runner
02 - OT - TM - Women Choir Sustains Uuh Pitch Slides TM- Harps and Vibes - Pendulum Swells TM
03 - SA - ORBIS - Loops Playable - Balafon ConChaCha - Crunch - Tibetan Bells - Shimmer

Alev Lenz - 3 - Drone

Demos and sketches of songs, mostly recorded in my home studio.
Part of the Netta&McGill duo.
Thanks for having a listen.

stfu (For a While)

Jim Mcgill