https://youtu.be/MqcydGGDitM

people
na-na-na-na

we got Christians and Muslims and Hindus
all agree that our essence is love
but then we lock our doors and shutter windows
knowing what all we're capable of

yeah we got Shakespeare, Voltaire and Sartre
they taught us what it is to be good
(everyone wants to be good)
yet we're scared when somebody darker
jogs around our neighborhood

now, we've come a long way
since some proteins made connection
(lo-lo-long way)
we've gotten real good
at not dying from infection

we're just not too good at being people 
na-na-na-not so good at people
most of us (people) make terrible people
and all the worst people
are people like us

na-na na-na-na-na

silver lining in our situation
we're just failing our own QA process
got high hopes for the next generation
stuff their baggage with our secret sauces

and we know they mostly don't work
every saint was a consummate jerk
every prophet—betrayed by his own people
and every leader who slayed his own pe-op-le...

now! we've come a long way
since a strange fish left the ocean
we've gotten real good
at playing guitar with distortion

but we still suck at being people
na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na

the only evil I've seen lives in people...
just like me

Support Gom

People

I don't feel like a farmer's son
On the road, don't know where I'm going
Want to stay somewhere that I belong but I don't feel like being anyone

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I feel the fear but I don't ever let on
And no one gets inside, not past these yellow skies
I weather day by day, never losing hope
Waiting for someone to love.

Yes I, I'm barely getting by

Trying to shed this cold stormy soul
And I can't live my life by candlelight, not anymore
All these shadows are closing in on me
Cleanse myself, my phobia in the rain

And I, I'm barely getting by.

I don't feel like a farmer's son
I take what people give me and I run
Try to justify this life that I've undone
Have I turned my back on love

Yes I, I'm barely getting by.

Farmer's Son

Off kilter soundtrack feel that changes colors and tone. Expect an aural workout.

Misguided, Misused And Misunderstood

NON TOCCARE LA MIA MACCHINA

Rosso fuoco, 200 cavalli, il motore che canta e si mangia la strada
i sedili di pelle pregiata, dai vetri oscurati non passa mai luce
status symbol generazionale non toccare la mia
mamamamamamamama…macchina!

Senti il vento, carezza i capelli ma quelle emozioni rimangono dietro le lenti
il telefono squilla per ore, mettiti a destra la sera profuma di sesso
sono il re di questo spazio, guai a te se sfiori la mia
mamamamamammama…..macchina!

L’altro giorno ha chiamato la banca, reset completo ma chissenefrega
se ci sono sei finanziamenti, una moglie, tre figli, gabelle pesanti
perché puoi levarmi tutto ma ti uccido se tu tocchi la mia
mamamamamamamam…..macchina!

GT Turbo Super Sport
GT Turbo Super Sport
GT Turbo Super Sport
GT Turbo Super Sport 

This song was released in late 2011 with GVB album "Alibi allo specchio". Sometimes, in this strange world, cars can result much precious than family, sons, health or job. We could say.... a car is one of the most perfect contemporary status symbols. So....it's better you don't touch that GT Super Sport parked right down the alley. Somebody could kill you....

Non Toccare La Mia Macchina

‘Jardin du passé’, which means garden of the past, talks about the ghosts of past love stories, lived halfway or to the fullest, dreamed or for real, leaving behind only the nostalgic memory of what was supposed to be the love of a life, but ended up revealing itself as being only a big fantasy.

In this song, Inyha evokes the often thin border between reality and imagination, passionate love and love for passion, unjustified nostalgia and memories we want to keep close to our heart.

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Written, recorded and produced by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

Inyha Contact Info:
https://www.instagram.com/inyhamusic/
http://www.inyha.com
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLagoRX48FumzRA7rdo3PkA


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PAROLES :

Des tournesols un mois d’aout
dans ta voiture sur la route
un baiser, un sourire, tes histoires

Comme dans un rêve aveuglée
par ton charme, tes idées
j’étais folle amoureuse d’un fantôme

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et de promesses d’une vie à deux

Tu es parti sans aucun bruit
Mais ton fantôme continue 
à me hanter inconnu par téléphone

Quand je réponds à mon tour
pas un mot de retour
O je demande juste une chose, c’est d’oublier

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Et les promesses dans le vent s’envolaient

Tu ne vaux pas la peine
d’un souvenir, d’un totem
dans mon grand jardin du passé.

Tu m’aimais bien jamais
Aujourd’hui, je le sais
Et ton fantôme a disparu
tout comme toi…

pouf

C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
et d’une terrible envie d’être insensée
C’est l’histoire d’un amour, d’un été
Mais il y a que moi qui vraiment y croyais.

Les tournesols de l’époque
ont fané depuis longtemps
ton sourire, tes baisers
sont oubliés.





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LYRICS:


GARDEN OF THE PAST

Sunflowers, in the month of August, 
in your car on the road.
A kiss, a smile, your stories 

Like in a dream
blinded by your charm, your ideas
I was crazily in love with a ghost. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises of a life together 

You left without a sound 
But your ghost continues 
to haunt me unknown by telephone 

When I answer on my end 
not a word back 
Oh, I just ask for one thing and that is to forget. 

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
And of promises that flew off with the wind.

You’re not worthy
of a memory, of a totem 
in my big garden of the past. 

You never really loved me 
Today, I know it
And your ghost has disappeared 
just like you…

puff

It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
and of the terrible desire to be unreasonable 
It’s the story of a love, of a summer 
but I was the only one, who really believed in it. 

The sunflowers from once upon a time 
have wilted long ago.
Your smile, your kisses
have been forgotten.

Jardin du passé

I dedicated this song to the loves of my life! Namaste

Vision of You

Vision Of You

ATLAS

Kintsugi

Naissance is a calm, patient and joyful composition about conception, the birth of the new, the joys of spring, growth and development.

NAISSANCE

Admit It (2AM Remix)

As part of a project for libraries, it was suggested to me by a good friend to have some fun with nursery rhymes. Here are 3 of them...

Three Blind Mice

Video link!:
https://youtu.be/IzD_IcWhxCg?si=S6qiHtdah6UMz1i7

Admit It (2AM Remix)

SARI

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