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Lost In Space

Ecrire De La Poésie

Remixé pour donner encore plus d'intensité sur la fin (traduit plus bas)
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The compass in our hearts, now
Is spinning out of control, how ?
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

In this moment of silence
(that slowly falls)
we crawl looking for a guidance
(to lead our souls)
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

In pixels and likes, we've grown, but
True connection remains unknown 
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

With individualism's embrace
(that slowly falls)
We are strangers in the same space
(with lonely souls)
All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

When we were in the sun
Risking our wings getting burned
We did not realise then 
We'd dug our future grave

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

When we bought everything 
And wasted all that it could bring
We started wondering in the heat
Who we were going to eat

All calls have been dropped
All the signals stopped


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La boussole dans nos cœurs, maintenant
Tourne de façon incontrôlée. Comment ?
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Dans ce moment de silence 
(qui tombe lentement)
Nous rampons à la recherche d'un guide
(pour guider nos âmes)
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de brûler nos ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

En pixels et en likes, nous avons grandi, mais
La vraie connexion reste inconnue 
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Avec l'étreinte de l'individualisme
(qui tombe lentement)
Nous sommes des étrangers dans le même espace
(avec des âmes solitaires)
Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de brûler nos ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

Quand nous étions dans le soleil
Risquant de nous brûler les ailes
Nous n'avons pas réalisé alors 
Que nous avions creusé notre future tombe

Quand nous avons tout acheté 
Et gaspillé tout ce que cela pouvait apporter
Nous avons commencé à nous demander dans la chaleur
Qui nous allions manger

Tous les appels ont été interrompus
Tous les signaux se sont arrêtés

All The Signals Stopped

A.I's Love by SAtFivE
Pop Soul and Electro Music

Love and AI, are they possible?
We will know soon.
But do we really want to know it, to experience it?
Don’t we already have the answer?
Aren't we becoming robots ourselves?...

The project to create a video clip around this title is in progress, all help and advice is welcome, thank you all!

A.I's Love

No Image

Song with a mysterious message

rosE mE is the project of Sophie Mercier, Belgian woman of the X generation (1974). Living in Spain (Altea) since 2005. All the lyrics are… obviously or not, inspired by real life events. If I sing that there is a horse in the living room, this is because there is a horse in the living room. “Belgian accent” songs, melancholic with a touch of hope, made for you if you’re not obsessed with performance or technicity and are able to recognize humour of fourth degree and self-derision. Since 2021, I discovered the world of virtual instruments and I started to do all by myself with the Studio One DAW and the Komplete Kontrol. Sometimes, I play real instruments like Chelo, sax, clarinet and whatever I find in my littlemountain home studio. May be if you like #Francoizbreut #dominiqueA #miossec #francoisehardy #cristinarosenvinge #tindersticks #josepharthur, we should have something in common. May be it’s music to listen to, unprejudiced, driving a camper, a truck or lying in the sofa, in full consciousness (would be the best), interested in giving a second chance to words and sounds. Seeing Jean-Luc Godart's Adieu au Langage (Ah Dieux, Oh Langage) on Filmin recently, I smiled and thought: poorly edited, horrible soundtrack, the truth of which is incomprehensible to the common human being (except what is said about dogs), a bit like my songs!!!

PD: Sorry if I'm not used to let comments to your songs. I'm listening to your music when driving a truck and Android Auto doesn't let me write at the same time, I can only put Hearts!!!
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLhuUlO8NOGS7YufCl3QTzYJc00L-z7ceX

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/55alI1SdsspIFwMcc9CFWd?si=Pk0FVzOSSnuI7SV5yRbU2A

https://www.instagram.com/littlemountainaltea/