Esta muerando no estan mourir porque conjugacion

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Au regard du contexte, la composition prend une valeur importante. En revanche, je suis agréablement surpris qu’on me dise que le français soit plus approprié qu’une autre à exprimer des sentiments.

Re-Explode 66

What Dreams May Come

'Clear signs' is a mournful track which deals with memory loss. The sentiment comes from time spent in a dementia unit with my Grandfather. This is a setting many of us have been confronted with. In my experience, there were glimpses of clarity and beauty, especially when singing old songs together. This song is a collaboration with my friend Robbie. It is Robbie on vocals, euphonium and percussion. I provided the guitars, mandolin and most of the lyrics. Full lyrics below:   

Fades in, fades out
Checks in, checks out
Clear signs are hard to find
Through the static

Tunes in, tunes out
Drops in, drops out
Clear signs are hard to find

An old friend brings a faded memory
A sweet song sings a soothing melody
Blue skies are calling through the clouds
Sundown and shadows crowd around
 
Tunes in, tunes out
Flows in, flows out
Hard signs are clear to find

Ease in, ease out
Glide in, glide out
Clear signs I here define

Cuts in, cuts out

Clear Signs

I wrote a proof once
In the margin of an old book
It held
It sang in silence
I solved a riddle no one posed
But someone should have
And the page
Bent to my will

I was on a train
Between Oxford
And existential despair
Light flickered. Ink cracked
My coffee spilled
Still, logic marched in perfect rows
Shining
Afraid to be alone

But the margin
Too narrow
For voices like this

I drew your outline
In the corner, soft and hidden
Lines too gentle for names
Wrote a vow, never signed
A plan with no axis
And the paper
Tensed beneath my wanting

Under the station's hum
I footnoted everything I didn't say
Margins full of detours
Echoes of maybe
Each heartbeat struck
A chord I never dared to play

What if the page could break open?
What if the lines ran wild?
Not neat. Not safe. Not approved
But real
Bleeding past every edge

Because the margin
Was never enough
Not for this voice
Not for us

Tear it out
Let the ink run free
We'll write where no lines go

The Margin Was Too Narrow

Threshold

2 Jabs - Oziumpoet & Robert Grigg

Wave [Mastered]

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

I wrote these words after meditating on Jupiter at dawn, in which he showed me how J.M. Barrie's play about the fairy Tinkerbell sewing back on Peter Pan's shadow was actually a metaphor for a deeper teaching. 

Some of you may recognise the middle section. I hold my hands up...yes, it comes from Holst's Jupiter. But my excuse is that I've never heard a piece of music that so accurately reflects my own experience of the warm generosity and exuberance of this planetary logos.😇

Jupiter

Grief

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Me and my guitar, nothing can come between us.
We find each other, we share a dream.
Look up, there’s a star, maybe it has also seen us.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

INSTRUMENTAL

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 


Me and My Guitar

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Heartfelt

She stares at the mirror 
And tries to believe
That what she is dreaming
Can still be achieved
Diffident, nervous
She needs to be strong
Be brave with her words 
Say them where they belong
 
The feelings are heartfelt
They go deep inside
But being unsure 
Will make them unwind
Be honest, be certain 
To say what you feel
Help turn your intentions 
Into something that’s real

For such a long time
She has wanted to state 
The love that’s inside her 
To the love that she craves

But she’s never been able
To say how much she feels
As she stares at the mirror
The truth is revealed

The feelings are heartfelt
They go deep inside
But being unsure 
Will make them unwind
Be honest, be certain 
To say what you feel
Help turn your intentions 
Into something that’s real
 
Her catalogue
Of almost words
Needs using at last
Be forced in the open
And put to the test
She vows to be braver
She vows to be strong
This time she decides that
It cannot go wrong

Her feelings are heartfelt
Her feelings are strong
And now she must say them
Where they truly belong

Lyrics by Phil Hawker

Her Feelings are Heartfelt

Hank Rusch's new single, "Laid To Waste," tells the story of a man blissfully aware that he's just another conquest in a woman's lustful pursuit. Undeterred, he is drawn like a moth to a flame, finding himself unable to resist the pull of her vortex of passion. The song is rich with references to addiction, highlighting the compulsive nature of his desire. Hank’s growly vocals sound even grittier on this track, as if there's an extra cubic yard of gravel adding raw intensity to his voice. Powerful chords, big drums, Hank really hits the groove on this one.

LAID TO WASTE
by Hank Rusch

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

Well, I remember she came pretty well armed
With Stiletto Heels and a bullet bra
Peroxide hair, with dishwater roots
I started chargin' like a bull comin' out of the chute

Her skirt was so tight it couldn't get much higher
Her thighs were rubbin' so hot I thought they'd catch on fire
She shot'em all down one by one
But I was cocked and locked like a ... a loaded gun

She's a hundred proof
You got to dilute
You can't just take her down straight
She's a witches brew
She'll put a spell on you
She'll make any good man break

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

We danced all night then we went to her place
I followed her home behind her BSA
Exhaust and Chanel was all I could smell
My heart was rockin' like a pumpjack well

When we got in the door we started huggin' and kissin'
That's when I knew it was pure ignition
She bit her lips and she moaned and moaned
We kept on doin' it all night long

It was just a drop
It hit the spot
It had me ruttin' like a stallion
But the tables turned
and soon I learned
I just had enough to just hold on

It was a lethal dose
I went comatose
I've never ever had that kind of lovin' before
Just one hit
and that was it
I got to go back for more

Laid
Laid to waste now baby
You laid me to waste
Ohhhhhh! You laid me to waste now baby
You laid, you laid, you laid, you laid, you laid
You laid me to waste
You laid me to waste now baby
Ohhhh! and I can't get enough
You laid me, You laid me, You laid me, You laid me to waste
You laid me, You laid me to waste,
Ohhhhhhh! baby

Laid To Waste

Ed Buryn has some 'Social Exercises' in his great book (Vagabonding in America, 1976). This is No.4: "When meeting new people, and the conversation is lagging, ask people questions about themselves. Don't talk about yourself and your trip, except in answer to direct questions. Then steer the conversation back to them. After all, it's them you should be interested in anyway (you've already heard about yourself), and people do like to talk about themselves best. Really."
I made this wise advice the source for the lyrics of my tune. 

Tell Your Story

No Love

BBAM, born within @KRTProduction (Brussels), is the vision of @FunkleAce : songwriter, composer, performer, and producer. Blending Reggae, Dub, Electro, and underground sounds, BBAM delivers immersive, powerful, and free-spirited music, where each track is a unique sonic journey.

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Mourir (Dying)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)

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