Written, composed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Ignace De Lamper ©

Tide

Composition & Lyrics by Ignace De Lamper
Vocals, Guitars, Bas & Synths by Ignace De Lamper
Drums by Dominiek Van Duysen
Engineering by Tim Toegaert & Mathieu Vanherpe
Mixing by Tim Toegaert
Mastering by Tim Toegaert
©

Silent Nothingness

Track #09 of my third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

psy·​cho·​path ˈsī-kə-ˌpath. 
Calculating, calm, self control, violent, no empathy, no conscience, no feeling of guilt or remorse. A nightmare turned reality turned into a song.

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LYRICS:

Patients 
And control
Perfection but
No soul

Should have 
Stayed away
It was always gonna be his way

But
Don't lie
Don't lie
Don't lie
Don't lie

Too calm
It's getting tense
The smiles now 
Outright dangerous

Nothing
Is making sense
Intentions quite ambiguous

But
Don't lie
Don't lie
Don't lie
Don't lie

Girl 
Girl
You better run
It's not your turn

Boy    
You have no name
There's no excuse
And no return

Don't lie
Don't lie
Don't lie
Don't lie

Dangerous
Vanity
Thread and needles
Sick 
Vanity
Dangerous
Vanity
Sick
Vanity

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Down the Rabbit Hole

Eye of the Storm

09 Eye Of The Storm

Track #05 of my third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

City of London 'glamour' - Work hard, party hard!

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LYRICS:

Live stream 
Socialites
Smoke screen
Satellites
Phantom power 
Overload

Find me 
Playing the game
Salon fresh 
In gutter lane

Catch the snow tonight
Life stream
Socialites
Smoke screen
Satellites

Step outside tonight
Phantom power
Overload
Mists are turning into ice

Karaoke
Chenin Blanc
City bars
and Cremant
Distortion
Filter galore
Extortion

Find me 
Playing the game
Salon fresh 
In gutter lane

Catch the snow tonight
Life stream
Socialites
Smoke screen
Satellites

Step outside tonight
Mists are turning into ice

Phantom power
Overload

Frozen
In the clouds
With crystals
In my mouth

Watch me
Playing the game
Salon fresh
In gutter lane

Watch me
Playing the game
Salon fresh

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05 Moth

things are going to be terribly tariffic.🖕🏻🤬🖕🏻

telling

Over Under on mother's apple pie will it satisfy? Ingredients: two parts Moog M32 ,three parts MicroFreak , one mix of piano, five parts Ableton drums, two parts Kyra, combine in Ableton Live 12 and cook for as much time as you like. Best served with assorted playlists.

Over Under

Track #04 of my third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

Selenophilia (sel-en-o-phi-lia) - a lover of the moon. 
The longing to bath in the warm light of dusk, to float in the cool night air, the freedom of the liberated soul.

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LYRICS:

Dreams come alive
Cause the days are gone

Bathed in blue light
My skin’s ghostly and pale 				
Solitary peace in			
Quiet loneliness

When the outside
Stops for a while

Dreams are alive
Cause they’re all you have

Through grey mists 
Fleeting and thin
A frozen lake of
Iridescent memories 

Hibernating		
Patiently

From the dark
I watch the sky turn to dusk
Once again
Longing to find

The soft yellow light
In between day and night
Mystery place		
In the fabric of space

Often obscured
But never totally gone
Dizzying heights
Free and wild

The endless sigh
A warming comforting breeze
Carry me wide
To never come home

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Selenophilia

04 Selenophilia

Water gun

Kill the tiger

Winter dream

Coal trip

Coal Trip

Sonnet n° 60 :
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Like As The Waves

Written and designed by Xavier VERDUN, keyboard player of an old band from the 90s (NOT TONIGHT DEAR).

Inspirations:

From my parents' records: PINK FLOYD, THE BEATLES, DONNA SUMMER...

From the 80s: DEPECHE MODE, TALK TALK, SIMPLE MINDS, KATE BUSH, TEARS FOR FEARS, PROPAGANDA...

From my friends: ART ZOYD, TUXEDO MOON, KING CRIMSON, SAGA, THE DIVINE COMEDY, XTC, ULTRAVOX, MINIMAL COMPACT...

From university: JAPAN, BAUHAUS, CHRIS ISAAK, KILLING JOKE, JULEE CRUISE... 

From my wife: DAVID SYLVIAN, A-HA, BECK, SEAL, THE THE...

From my children: YODELICE, COLDPLAY...

TRAVELS: Maghreb (childhood during 7 years), Canada (Quebec), USA (northeastern coast), Russia, Estonia, Sweden, Ukraine and other in Europe.

STAGES in France and Belgium, during 4 years with my bands SOHOW then NTD (1987-91)

SOULs turning around my ears.

Coal Trip

Tonight Dream Injection

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