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fruits of our labour .mp3

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/WSOxYXMCH5I

The tragic fate of Ophelia from Hamlet (Shakespeare ) as told by Muette .
Translation after the French text

La blanche Ophelie 

Texte : Muette
Chant : Julia
Musique: Alain Illos

Que faites-vous mes morts,
Les bras croisés,
Quand la blanche Ophélie
De l'aurore à la nuit
Porte sa croix,
Vous faites quoi ?
Quand son ventre se tord,
Que ses pleurs la noient,
Que faites-vous mes morts ?
A quand la joie
Et à quand les renforts ?
A quoi sert qu'on vous prie ?
-Vous n'avez plus d'oreilles -
 Parler ou se taire : c’est pareil !
A quoi servent les mots dits ?
Que faites-vous mes morts,
Les bras croisés,
La regardant passer
Jusqu'à frôler vos bords ?
Et toi, tu sers à quoi,
Fixant celle qui se noie
Les mains blessées
De vouloir attraper
Toutes ces branches inutiles
Qui cassent quand les saisit
Dans le courant qui file
Notre blanche Ophélie ?
A quoi sert d'être mort
Si tu ignores encore
Ta fille au teint de cire
Qui dans l’onde s'enfonce,
Une couronne de souvenirs
En guise de réponses.

The white Ophelia

What are you doing my dead,
Arms folded,
When the white Ophelia
From dawn to night
Carries her cross,
What do you do?
When her belly twists,
When her tears drown her,
What do you do my dead?
When will there be joy
And when the reinforcements?
What's the use of praying to you?
-You have no ears -
 To speak or not to speak: it's all the same!
What use are words spoken?
What are you doing my dead,
Arms folded,
Watching it go by
Until it brushes against your edges?
And you, what are you good for,
Staring at the drowning one
Wounded hands
Trying to catch
All those useless branches
That break when you grab them
In the flowing current
Our white Ophelia?
What's the use of being dead
If you still don't know
Your waxen daughter
Who in the wave sinks,
A crown of memories
By way of answers.

La Blanche Ophélie  avec Julia  (translated text)

Alone at the entrance in winter

The blue sky has yet to see the arrival of spring

The budding green leaves make me think of my hometown

The cicadas have a short life in summer

Autumn comes and thick clouds hang

A long winter is coming soon

A car drives along a familiar road

A long road on the hill of nostalgia

I chase after the car that ran past

The scenery in front of the station is bleak

The slanting morning sun hurts my eyes

The people on the platform are also shivering from the cold

The sun has already set by the time I go home

Every day is like a reel player

The rewind is broken and I like it

A conversation with my father that I can't listen to again

I trace the journey of life that cannot be repeated

Following the drifting wind and melody

I can't go back, there's a reason I can't go back

The long and distant time has blown the story away

There's a reason he was brought here

In his hometown, people still hold festivals similar to those here

The people surround the yagura

I can't go back, there's a reason I can't go back

The past that cannot be told is a thing He was speechless

Because he was given a boy and a girl

But there is not enough food in the town to feed them

The people are gathered around the stove

If I can send my voice across the straits, I'm sure it will reach my friends back home

In the heavy futon where I sleep exhausted

Even inside the house, my breath freezes from the earth

On the wind across the straits, my sons and daughters

They listen to me with a smile, telling me how they've grown

The front door is deserted and never closes I couldn't help but lower my hips and lean back next to him.

The wind crossing the strait, the wind crossing the strait
I want to praise his life.

The wind crossing the strait, the wind crossing the strait
In front of his life, our knees pierce the earth.
There are star-like teardrops that continue to shine without ever disappearing.
The shooting star dancing in the air plays B-flat minor tonight.
As you wander, the chorus of the final performance will surely send you off in C-sharp minor.

Every body. Let's go . Root_Sprit Of Departure.

Root_Spirit Of Departure (REMIX)

Fatal Flaw

File updated: 13/01/2025 @ 21:45 GMT

Ok we're out there with this one,
Allow me try a description.
It's naked,
It's new.
it's free time...
A beat follows a piano untimed...
Untamed...
Strange
Falsetto reigns...
I can do it I said...
When I sing along with Jeff...
So can I without that angelic reference shout...

Yes I guess..
The voice impress
It's allowed sing words...
It's allowed tune to turd




Lyrics
I feel like making Music for the Earth

keep me grounded

make worth

keep me sane

insane


I feel.like making more music for you

we can make more World

more true

Free time

free rhyme

just belief in our chimes

just relief passed over

sanity clover 🍀 

sane

insane

september type beat 10 (xaviersobased, nettspend, surf gang)

LONDON SHADOWS BEAT

Nemzzz Version : https://soundcloud.com/limbus053/same-way

SAME WAY ( INSTRUMENTAL )

This is a test......
I contacted Jack about creating lyrics for his fine track as I had some sweet ideas pop up on first listen. When stems arrived I had forgotten the clever topic and melody bouncing in my head.......
This happens all the time... Note to self:  pick up one of those little recorders at RadioShack....
Anyway this is what came of a ham handed attenpt to redeem myself after Jack went to all the trouble to accomodate me.
It's raw and wounded but I am posting the outcome for a few hours. let us know if your up or down reviews cause it to remain..
Thanks for taking part in the TEST))))))))))Free Download 

Lyric Test:
I’d rather not show you my books upon religion.
And I’d probably not tell you the levers that I pull and I pull.

I’m shopping for creatures that think the way that I do.
Pull……………………………

I feel seduced and abandoned by those all around me.
I feel rejected and ridiculous inside my home.
I’m turning independent .
I change my stripes and spots.
I’m turning independent. 
And I like it a lot.

I’m shopping for creatures that think the way that I do.
Pull……………………………

Stand by.
To much information.
To much.

I’m shopping for creatures that think the way that I do.
Pull……………………………

When in doubt "Pull"

Jack: Musical Racket
Bruce: Yelling, Lyrics, Hamond C3 organ and self obsessed mix and mastering

Original instrument track by Jack Morefield
https://soundcloud.com/jackwm

"Pull" (The Conover/Morefield Distraction)

I'm from Brooklyn New York.

I'm currently an active Real Estate Broker. I enjoy selling real estate in NY, Ca, Ga, and Fl. When I finish work, I relax by creating great music.
Feel free to inbox me on SoundCloud should you need real estate service 
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Thank you I really appreciate you fam!

Fatal Flaw

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