The Upload #2

The World should care for the Children, they need a better present & a better futur... 

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia

Musicians Beatmakers, if you want you can remix this song adding some instrumental. 
The file is on Freedownload.
Let's Keep spreading positive vibes...

PRAY FOR THE CHILDREN

The Crows of West Georgia Street

Dots of coal on the horizon
Gliding in the morning sun     
In the fountains and blossom trees
The crows of West Georgia Street
   
Rain or shine they’ve always been there
From the brickyard, they’ve come to share
Happy to see me, but they just don’t care
Those crows on West Georgia Street

Sleek and beautiful, rainbow black
Too smart for a cage, they always come back
They ease my pain by showing me
The point of life is just to be…..just to be

A tight knit murder; this family Crowe
Knowing well who’s friend or who's foe
Together forever like you and me
The crows on West Georgia Street

Sleek and beautiful, rainbow black
Too smart for a cage, they always come back
They ease my pain by showing me
The point of life is just to be…..just to be

Cover Art: Time, Space and Terrorism, Todd J McLean

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The Crows of West Georgia Street

The Crows Of West Georgia Street

Entre la peur et le courage que ferions nous si nous devions choisir un camp .
Between fear and courage, what would we do if we had to choose sides?

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Pour une vraie salope combien d'amoureuses
dont le crane rasé portait la croix gammée
sous les rires vengeurs d'une foule odieuse
d'un peuple libéré suant la lâcheté

Pour un patriote combien de collabos
ont fait sonner les cloches de la liberté
sombre chant d'amnésie ou douloureux échos
mais soufflé par un vent chargé de lourds secrets

pour une rébellion combien de soumissions
dans un pays rongé par les rats de l'histoire
ils ont crié leur haine à la libération
cela même dénonçaient les humbles de la gloire

Pour un juste oublié combien de faux héros
Justiciers de papiers bataillons d'aboyeurs
Fossoyeurs d'innocents vipères de bistrot
Résistant de la dernière heure

Moi qu'aurais je été en ces temps là
Qu'aurais je fait sauver mon âme ou ma peau
Lâche ou héros...

For a real slut how many lovers
whose shaven heads bore the swastika
under the vengeful laughter of an odious crowd
of a liberated people sweating cowardice

For one patriot, how many collabos
rang the bells of freedom
a dark song of amnesia with painful echoes
but blown by a wind laden with heavy secrets

for one rebellion, how many submissions
in a country eaten away by the rats of history
they shouted their hatred at liberation
that even denounced the humble of glory

For a just forgotten how many false heroes
Paper vigilantes Battalions of barkers
Grave-diggers of innocent bar vipers
Resistance fighters of the last hour

What would I have been in those days
What would I have done to save my soul or my skin
Coward or hero...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER  Février 2025

Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

Saturnian Song

Version live à la Barraque auprès du feu ^^
youtu.be/fP69ovvmteU

Saturnian song - Live version video in description

I hope isn't an Omen....

J'espère que ce n'est pas un présage...

Scarlet Dawn

Luster of Midday

Dungeon Synth on Nexus 7 tablet
https://open.spotify.com/track/79x1ZccM4QOs2K4Y64f4Cy?si=23fb9bec9f144833

Nordic Winter

Vidéo : youtu.be/z-aae0BK5p8

Brande (Translated after the French text )

Texte : Sanzen
Chant : Desdanova ( @denis-rousseau-182743563 )
Musique : Alain Illos

Sans un bruit, ce matin,
une rose est éclose.
Perdue en ce jardin
où mon coeur agonise.
Au milieu de hautes herbes,
c'est elle survivante.
Soudain dans l'air vibrant,
mes souvenirs voltigent.
Dans la chaude lumière,
de cette beauté naissante;
perdues dans ma mémoire,
de sinistres images...
Sans un bruit ce matin,
mon coeur s'est lavé.
Perdu en ce jardin,
dans la chaude lumière.
Au milieu de mes souvenirs
qui voltigent.
Des hautes herbes
et d'un été naissant.
C'est ma joie survivante,
sur la brande, ce matin.
Aux vies agonisantes,
à la beauté naissante.
Aux images oubliées,
soudain, dans l'air vibrant.

Brande
Without a sound, this morning,
a rose bloomed.
Lost in this garden
where my heart agonizes.
In the midst of tall grasses,
is the surviving rose.
Suddenly, in the vibrant air,
my memories flutter.
In the warm light,
of this emerging beauty;
lost in my memory,
of sinister images...
Without a sound this morning,
my heart washed.
Lost in this garden,
in the warm light.
In the midst of my fluttering memories
.
Tall grasses
and a budding summer.
This is my surviving joy,
on the heather this morning.
To dying lives,
to emerging beauty.
To forgotten images,
suddenly, in the vibrant air.


Brande avec Desdanova

This is a collaboration with my friend xian3 https://on.soundcloud.com/QOm69lt9nGrn7W0dEL from SoundCloud. His original track had a rock flavor, but I halved the BPM and reimagined it with a tropical jungle vibe. I also got help from mozawa_*  https://on.soundcloud.com/CsHi8jD7VOjfujT9Dq on the percussion tracks. 
You can check out Xian3’s original version. https://on.soundcloud.com/U65g2z6R8LhU8NJ5N4

’Miss Terious’

Basically we're all the same Gifted with a body and a brain And a heart that beats us through all those ways Through glorious nights and fatal days
Still there's something...mysterious
We have changed the world so much In different ways we lost the touch But we don't want to take the blame There's no reason in this game Basically...
Still there's something...mysterious
Working hard in all different ways Winter, spring, summer and fall All the time again and again To deny who is to blame Basically...
Still there's something...mysterious
Still there' something more above A mysterious thing called love

Lyrics and Music by xian3
Percussion tracks by mozawa_*
Composition,Arrangement and Sampling collage by Synline.

Art by Henri Rousseau ’ Snake Charmer’

’Miss Terious’ Xian3=mozawa_*Synline

Written by: J. Ryan Daniel
Lyrics/Guitar/Vocals: J. Ryan Daniel
Music Video at: https://youtu.be/4yYI2JOXYFc

Lyrics:

Put all your matters to sleep,
This is the place that we will meet,

All of your secrets you can keep,
This is the place that we will meet.

The Meeting Place

SECRET (coeurs Lena ) 
https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
trop tôt pour choisir
j'ai du louper mon chemin
ne l'ai pas vu passer ou partir
je traine un peu dans tous les coins
parfois, il m'arrive d'être triste
enfermé dans un sous marin 
rêveur et pacifiste
j'aime pas l'invasion des terriens

tu sais je te le dis c'est un secret
dans ma classe j'étais le dernier
je préfère clown que clone
heureux, malheureux, je ne sais pas
difficile de compter sur quoi
ou de faire le bon choix
sensible jusqu'au bout des doigts
on me prend pour n'importe quoi !

My true family is all the inhabitants
off the ground
because, I know that since always
blood is red for every one

tout feux éteint dans ce tunnel
je ne vois pas encore le jour
pourtant j'entend très bien qu'on m'appelle
mais n'arrive pas à faire demi tour
c'est vrai je suis un peu rebel
un apprenti troubadour
face à ce monde cruel
je crois je n'en ai pas fait le tour

tu sais je te le dis une dernière fois
dans ma classe j'étais le dernier, rigolo
et dans la vie, bien galéré
sorti de l'école sans identité
à la recherche d'un boulot
ma sensibilité mise de coté
je me suis un peu égaré....

Secret

The Version you can hear on our Cd without a break between the two Songs. You can Buy our Album @ Bandcamp or @ GooglePlay 

Thank you for your amazing Support 

she sings while the river still runs
singing to the moon now in swarms
see how it all ends 
the twillight now swallows

I'm laying here
alone in this ocean
drift along
to where the waves will send me
sometimes the choice
not to think
to let go when noone's there
to disagree
will bury me

but in the end
we are nothing but stardust

Guitar and Vocals: Sascha Bücher
Bass: Philipp Löfflat
Drums: Nicholas Alan Taylor

Music written by: Sascha Bücher, Philipp Löfflat and Nicholas Alan Taylor
Lyrics: Sascha Bücher

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TheSeasickRiver

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Mal Sacsate

Vocals by my dear friend Neli Coko 
https://soundcloud.com/neli-co-ko

Love Song-Moon Dust feat. Neli Coko

Illustration from Milton's Paradise Lost ~ O Earth, How Like to Heaven

Archangel

White Mash - You
Vocals/Lyrics : Holly Drummond (https://soundcloud.com/hollydrummond)

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Written and produced by John de Wit (White Mash)
license : all rights reserved (c) 2018

Dark Rain

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R.I.P. Pace.  My best friend and mentor. Changed my life forever and will be missed forever.

I was born in Huntsville. I use to dig in my father's drawers looking for music and would pop in whatever I could find. I ended up listening to Bruce Springsteen, Crosby, Stills & Nash, Led Zeppelin, Prince. Just whatever I could find in his collection. So, my interest in music began at a young age compared to most. I would literally go to bed listening to music with headphones on when I was that age. Music was in my veins and has been ever since. As I got older, around the age of 11 bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Beck, Radiohead & many others began blossoming. I wasn't a fan of hair metal, so these bands offered something different and it was something I liked. Up till this point I had indulged in Classic Rock. Bands like the Doors, CCR, Beatles, Johnny Cash, and a little bit of punk rock. We had a punk rock scene in D.C. Henry Rollins was from our city and Bad Brains as well. I listened to other punk bands like Dead Kennedy's and GG Allin. Around 14 years old I got my first guitar. It was a acoustic guitar my father got me for either my birthday or Christmas. I think it was my birthday though. I never took lessons, I just bought a big poster with guitar chords and would sit there everyday learning them. I use to have to walk everywhere and remember coming up with songs in my head, but never had the means to record them and they would just fade away within a day. By the time I was 18 yrs old I landed myself in jail for the first of many times to come. Playing guitar had long been something I was doing, but drinking and partying was my new favorite thing. I never really got into any big trouble, but I've had my fair share of time in the jails. About 5 years ago I decided to clean up my act and start writing music. I bought some software, new equipment and began recording. I never thought it would get me anywhere, I was just doing it for fun really. Then people began to respond to what I would write. People really liked my music and it inspired me to continue and to be better. So, I'm still on that road.

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