L'artiste français est de retour avec une chanson pop atmospérique qui semble ressortir tout droit d'une autre époque. L'interprétation vocale masculine au ton feutré véhicule une poésie remplie d'images fortes avec douceur. Le tout est servi avec une touche de nostalgie sur ce titre mélodique aux arrangements débordants de finesse musicale. 〰 The French artist is back with an atmospheric pop song that seems to come straight out of another era. The hushed, masculine vocal delivery gently conveys a poetry filled with powerful images. The whole is served up with a touch of nostalgia on this melodic track with arrangements brimming with musical finesse.

C'est tres bel. There ar some elements that remind me of early Smiths in a really good way. Other than that, totally original within the French style of pop.

Une chanson très agréable. Nice & smooth!

When you’ve lost your place
Spinning around in space
And all stands still
And you’ve searched the past
Did it slip away too fast
The time to kill
Is it all just fake
How much can you take
What’s this all for
Hard to face today
Has to be a better way
Is there something more

Always where you want to be (when it comes creeping in)
It means everything it’s everything tonight
Show me what you need to feel
You mean everything you’re everything tonight

If you see past the charms
You’ll find open arms
To lead you here
Find another way
Cast above the gray
Relieve your fears
Don’t look back again
Stand out in the rain
To cleanse your soul
Nights to long to roam
I’ll light your way back home
Reclaim control 

And when it all comes down
You’ll never stand alone

Everything

Homemade record without edit. - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

Composer : J. K. Mertz (1806-56)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

Si consiglia l'utilizzo di cuffie o una buona amplificazione.
Per un ascolto ottimale si raccomanda l'utilizzo del pc e una buona amplificazione stereo.
Per un migliore ascolto dal cellulare su Soundcloud si consiglia di scaricare l'app.

The use of headphones or good amplification is recommended.
For optimal listening, the use of a pc and a stereo amplification is recommended.
For better listening from your mobile phone on Soundcloud we recommend downloading the app.

Andantino dal Notturno N° 2 Op. 4 J. K. Mertz - I. M. Regazzo (2024) HD

"Death Only Sparkles" by The Dark Messiahs takes dark jazz to the edges of an atmospheric abyss. Sticks Thompson’s drums create an ominous pulse, while Wilt Flowers' bass rumbles like distant thunder. Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet weave ghostly, plaintive melodies through the shadows. Sonny Rhodes' piano and keyboards balance the jazz core with eerie dark synth textures and unsettling sound effects, conjuring a soundscape where beauty flickers like light on broken glass. This is jazz reimagined for the noir future.

Death Only Sparkles [Dark Jazz | Doom Jazz]

When everything good is perverted
And every loving thought is diverted
By the hatred of a few who can put their hands in their wallet
And buy out all the grace and all the beauty that is in this world
I’ll be there for her, and Ì’ll be there for him and I’ll be there for them

You’ll be there for her too and be there for him too and we’ll all be there for them
And we wont’t move an inch, no we won’t flinch a pinch
Cause their wallet are full but their hearts contain only void
And they can dig  in their pockets as deep as they can, 
But they’ll never dig deep enough and find money enough 
To buy your heart and my heart and their heart

Cause our hearts are not for sale and their currency is monkey money and it has no value here
There can be kindness in subversion, but there will always be subversion in kindness
Cause kindness is subversion

Love to my sisters and love to my brothers
Trans rights are human rights

KINDNESS=SUBVERSION

I Wanna Try a Fade

I Wanna Try A Fade

Typing away, every morning
Tapping screens to start the day
the buzzing and bright glowing
Guiding me the wrong way

Screens before my very eyes
TV shows and tablet streams
In this digital sunrise
Living life through endless screens

I don't remember any silence
Worth believing in a world before

There's no other way I know how
To navigate this tech-filled shore

Step out into the day
Feel the morning air
Nature's love leads the way
Sparkle in your eyes
Sunshine in our hearts
Love shines with sunrise

Swipe and scroll, I'm always talking
To the apps that bring me light
Messages and endless streaming
Keeping me connected all night

Watches ticking, time is flying
Virtual and augmented dreams
In this wired paradise
Nothing's ever as it seems

I don't remember any silence
Worth believing in a world before

There's no other way I know how
To navigate this tech-filled shore

Step out into the day
Feel the morning air
Nature's love leads the way
Sparkle in your eyes
Sunshine in our hearts
Love shines with sunrise

Hold me, hold me
Don't let this screen light fade
Don't let go
Feel the pixels flooding in
I won't ever be lonely
Just let me dive into your world
Over and over again
Over and over again

Step out into the day
Feel the morning air
Nature's love leads the way
Sparkle in your eyes
Sunshine in our hearts
Love shines with sunrise

Love shines with sunrise
With sunrise

Love Shines With Sunrise

The track features the sampled sounds of a raven, a crow, a cobra, a rattlesnake and a pig .  This particular combination is  a world-first .  It is aiming for an organic effect .  Also be sure to listen out for some "truck-driver " key shifts.

Dusk

Chacun de nous peut mettre un prénom, un visage, sur "Quelqu'un, quelque part".
Spécial remerciement à Discovery Playlists, et à Trending Music!
https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/track/7fLaJ6YJssWVBBrR2Uhmgh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGXZxmTRdhY
Paroles:
Tu t'souviens y' a longtemps, une route dans la nuit,
Elle courait sous la pluie pour trouver un abri.
Tu revois son visage comme un flash dans ta vie,
Une image lointaine, mais intacte aujourd'hui.
Cigarettes, et se lève le jour.
Dans ta tête, quand t'y penses, tu t'sens court.

Quelqu'un, quelque part, te ressemble un peu.
Courent dans ta mémoire, des routes de feu.
Que tu portes au plus haut, quand ta vie sonne faux,
Quand tu la sens qui tremble au fil de tous tes maux.
Quelqu'un, quelque part, connait tes matins,
Le bleu de son regard, a noyé tes chemins,
Et t'attends simplement qu'à l'horloge sans bruit,
Les aiguilles du temps tournent les heures de ta vie.
Quelqu'un, quelque part..

Temps qui passe qui s'éloigne, mais jamais ne s'efface,
Tu sais bien qu'au delà des années rien ne passe.
Vérité qui renait au détour d'un chemin,
Coeurs gravés dans l'écorce, d'un passé déjà loin.
cigarettes et que tombe la nuit.
Dans ta tête, quand t'y penses tu te dis.

Quelqu'un, quelque part, te ressemble un peu.
Courent dans ta mémoire, des routes de feu.
Que tu portes au plus haut, quand ta vie sonne faux,
Quand tu la sens qui tremble au fil de tous tes maux.
Quelqu'un, quelque part, connait tes matins,
Le bleu de son regard, a noyé tes chemins,
Et t'attends simplement qu'à l'horloge sans bruit,
Les aiguilles du temps tournent les heures de ta vie.

Quelqu'un, quelque part
Quelqu'un, quelque part
sur les routes là bas...
Quelqu'un, quelque part.

Christian PERUTI - auteur, compositeur, interprète

Each of us can put a name, a face, on "Someone, Somewhere".
Special thanks to Discovery Playlists, and Trending Music!
Lyrics:
You remember a long time ago, a road in the night,
She was running in the rain to find shelter.
You see her face again like a flash in your life,
A distant image, but intact today.
Cigarettes, and dawn.
In your head, when you think about it, you feel short.

Someone, somewhere, looks a little like you.
Roads of fire run through your memory.
That you carry to the highest, when your life rings false,
When you feel it trembling with all your troubles.
Someone, somewhere, knows your mornings,
The blue of his gaze, has drowned your paths,
And you simply wait for the clock to silently,
The hands of time turn the hours of your life.
Someone, somewhere..

Time that passes that moves away, but never fades,
You know well that beyond the years nothing passes.
Truth that is reborn at the bend of a path,
Hearts engraved in the bark, of a past already far away.
cigarettes and that night falls.
In your head, when you think about it you say to yourself.

Someone, somewhere, looks a little like you.
Running in your memory, roads of fire.
That you carry to the highest, when your life rings false,
When you feel it trembling with all your ills.
Someone, somewhere, knows your mornings,
The blue of his gaze, has drowned your paths,
And you simply wait for the clock without noise,
The hands of time turn the hours of your life.

Someone, somewhere
Someone, somewhere
on the roads over there...
Someone, somewhere.

Christian PERUTI - author, composer, performe

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Quelqu'un, quelque part

You Too, My Child by The Dark Messiahs is a melancholic drift through late-night shadows. A delicate piano ostinato sets the foundation, its steady repetition both grounding and hypnotic. Sticks Thompson’s drums remain understated, more suggestion than force, while Wilt Flowers' bass murmurs in deep conversation. Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet weave mellow, melodic lines, their interplay rich with longing. Sonny Rhodes' piano guides the piece with restraint, each note carrying weight in the silence around it. A sparse yet immersive composition, You Too, My Child lingers like the last light in an empty bar, intimate and unresolved.

You Too My Child [Dark jazz | Doom Jazz]

"Me parle pas d’amour, j’en ai ma claque
Et j’chiale dès que j’ai bu deux trois verres.
J’suis un de tes blessés qui parle encore,
Un otage, un naufragé…
Mais j’suis à Paris avec toi.

Ouais, j’suis vénère d’m’être fait avoir,
Et j’en veux encore de toute cette merde.
Je l’avoue, j’suis en roue libre,
Et j’me fous de là où on va.
J’suis à Paris avec toi.

Ça te dérange si on zappe le Louvre,
Si on dit "merde" à Notre-Dame,
Si on ignore les Champs-Élysées
Pour rester dans ce crasseux

Vieux hôtel minable
À faire ci et ça
Avec qui, pour quoi,
À découvrir qui t’es,
À découvrir qui j’suis.

Me parle pas d’amour, parlons de Paris,
Le petit bout d’Paris qu’on voit d’ici.
Y’a cette fissure au plafond,
Les murs de l’hôtel qui s’pèlent…
Et j’suis à Paris avec toi.

Me parle pas d’amour, parlons de Paris.
J’suis à Paris dans tes moindres gestes,
Dans tes yeux, ta bouche,
J’suis à Paris… et plus bas si affinités.
J’te mets mal à l’aise ?
J’suis à Paris avec toi."

J’suis à Paris avec toi (Art Nouveau)

Number13

Auteur, compositeur, interprète, je suis à la recherche d'un label et d'un manager, pour faire de la scène.
Author, composer, performer,  I am  looking for a  label, and a manager.

Quelqu'un, quelque part

Christian PERUTI

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