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Nice ditty in your easy-does-it way. Me, I usually pray first, then drink while I'm waiting for results.

I love the vibe of this song !  Really good Paul !

great vocal styling and playing...fantastic song

Even though there's nobody watching over
I offer this prayer to the empty air
That someone may see that someone may care
Even though...

Even though there's nobody watching over
With these hands I hold to a slender hope
That someone may hear that someone may know
Even though...

This whole world may explode
Still, I'll be at this bar drinking and praying alone
Even so, even so I know there's nobody watching over me

Even though I've no faith no more
I wanted to be lifted by the gospel choir
I want to be sanctified, I want to be sanctified
Even though...

Even though I'm one infinitesimal soul
I got no cause to believe
And yet I want to believe that
Somebody may be watching over me
Even though...

Even though there's nobody watching over...

Drinking And Praying

Funky Flow / IPG1 & Paploviante
Open invitation for a collab from IPG1
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/funky-flow-collab-vox-90-bpm?in=ipg1/sets/vocals
Vocals and Lyrics: IPG1
E Bass, Music, Arrangement and Mix Paploviante


Funky Flow-IPG1 & Paploviante

GATES OF HEAVEN (Ft. Molly Barnett)

A chopping block of the political variety

On The Choppin' Block

Nouveau Titre - Nouveau Projet -
Téléchargement gratos sur mon bandcamp
Donnez de la force 😉 
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/jane

Vidéo (version live) : youtu.be/eI8yArJpvxc

Jane - Vidéo live version in description

Keith needed to get some stuff out and needed to wail away on his guitar, singing his heart out. I rode his coattails through the concrete. 

King of the Concrete Jungle
Lyrics:

King of the concrete jungle
As far as he could see
Across the road and down the street
As far as the distant tree


Paved with puddles and historical dirt
A field of broken tiles
The Lord of darkened corners
Can see for miles and miles
 

(CHORUS)
NOW ALL AROUND IS CONCRETE
AND GREYNESS WINS THE GREEN
THE KING OF THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
WEEPS FOR YOU AND ME…YOU…AND ME


 Singing from his lamppost
A branch without a tree
The sweetest notes you would ever hear
But no honey for this bee

 
Mouth open to the heavens
Warm sunshine from deep within
Blue skies he used to soar in
Clear waves he used to swim

 (CHORUS)

(INST BREAK)

(CHORUS)

note from Keith:
"This was inspired by a lone blackbird, singing his heart out from the top of a lamppost. (The branch without a tree)  I remember that behind 'his' lamppost there used to stand a beautiful Maple tree...long chopped down to make way for more car-parking space. There's not a single tree left standing down our road now...not one"

Note 2:Terry likes the social/political application to life in the 21st c. , always ready to see a moral to all of Keith's tales. ;)
 
Wigmore: synths, percussion, production
Allen: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals

King of the Concrete Jungle

Sharp Edges (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
IPG1 & Paploviante
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/sharp-edges-rap-vox-94-bpm?in=ipg1/sets/vocals
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering and Music Composition

Sharp Edges-IPG1 and Paploviante

Lyrics

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Radicalized citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only that ever has

Agitate and always agitated

One, two, three, four

Black bloc black mask
Take rights don’t ask
Confront and harass 
Those with power don’t pass

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Show your discontent

Track Credits:
Stricknice: Live drums, ending remix
@j-nice-6
Bitzone: Mix and Master
@bitzone
www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Original Demo Track, Song Art
@wouwouandthewormling
wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Radicalized citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only that ever has

Agitate and always agitated

One, two, three, four

Black bloc black mask
Take rights don’t ask
Confront and harass 
Those with power don’t pass

Activated citizens change the world
Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Show your discontent


Black Bloc

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - Black Bloc

Texte Français et Google Traduction

LES VRAIS DU FAUX
Ils ont beau dire, ils ont beau faire
Tous leurs sourires sont à l’envers
Beaucoup de trop, et çà se voit
Se sentant haut tant ils s'y croient.
Sous apparence vivent au-dessus
Dans l'insolence voir même plus
Jouant les meilleurs se sentant beaux
En rois de coeur, qui sonnent faux
Riant de tout, même pas marrant
Quand on s’en fout complètement
Ils s’intéressent sans écouter
Et puis ils laissent tout çà tomber.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Ils congratulent dans le mépris,
Nous prennent pour nuls et puis aussi
Sans de scrupule en font leurs vies.
En tête de rang, la bonne place
Tous les gênants ils les déplacent
Se faisant grand  ils les remplacent.
L'hypocrisie en bandoulière
Car çà aussi ils savent la faire
Ils continuent, se croyant fort
Tout au-dessus, voir plus encore.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

Tout çà se voit et on le sent 
Alors pourquoi perdre son temps
Laissons tomber une fois pour toute
Plus les garder sur notre route.
Car peu importe, faut avancer
Fermant  nos portes, les oublier
Laissons les dirent, laissons les faire
Prendre un soupir à l'ordinaire
Sentiments sains, bons ressentis
Pour que demain, saine soit la vie.

Dans les amis, nos confidents
Il reste les vrais, heureusement
Pouvoir se dire et franchement
Les beaux, les pires des sentiments.

THE TRUES FROM THE FALSE

No matter what they say, no matter what they do
All their smiles are upside down
Too many, and it shows
Feeling high as they believe in it.
Under appearance live above
In insolence see even more
Playing the best feeling beautiful
In kings of hearts, who ring false
Laughing at everything, not even funny
When we don't care at all
They are interested without listening
And then they drop it all.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

They congratulate in contempt,
Take us for rubbish and then too
Unscrupulously make their lives out of it.
At the head of the row, the right place
All the troublesome ones they move them
Making themselves big they replace them.
Hypocrisy on the shoulder
Because that too they know how to do
They continue, believing themselves strong
All above, even more.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

All this can be seen and felt 
So why waste your time
Let's give up once and for all
No longer keep them on our way.
Because it doesn't matter, you have to move forward
Closing our doors, forgetting them
Let them say it, let them do it
Take a sigh at the ordinary
Healthy feelings, good feelings
So that tomorrow, life will be healthy.

In friends, our confidants
There are still the real ones, fortunately
Being able to say oneself and frankly
The beautiful, the worst feelings.

LES VRAIS DU FAUX

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/dR5vMkboQXQ

Rempli     (Translated after the French text )

Texte      : Sanzen
Chant     : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Poitrine contre poitrine,
ma chair contre ta chair,
je me souviens d'un silence rempli de ton sourire.
Au seuil de l'horizon .... vivent mes songes
et nos premiers regards. et nos premiers regards.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Il n'y avait aucun enjeu. Aucune honte et
le vent nous portait.
le vent nous portait.
Là bas vit ma jeunesse remplie de ton sourire.
Là bas le temps ne passe pas. .. ne passe pas.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Au seuil de l'horizon, vivent mes rêves.
Et le temps infini.
Et le temps infini

Filled

Chest against chest,
my flesh against your flesh,
I remember a silence filled with your smile.
On the threshold of the horizon .... live my dreams
and our first glances. and our first glances.
I hadn't embraced any body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
There was nothing at stake. No shame and
the wind carried us.
the wind carried us.
There lives my youth filled with your smile.
There time does not pass. .. does not pass.
I had embraced no body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
On the threshold of the horizon, live my dreams.
And infinite time.
And infinite time

Rempli avec Muette

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 03/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti with the collaboration on drums of Jean-Claude Bordetti.

Lyrics - Bye Bye spleen

relieve the pressure,
make peace with yourself,
remember the good times,
follow the star of my mind,

bye bye spleen,
bye bye spleen,
bye bye spleen,
I close TV screen,
we must chase away the spleen,


J'ai passé l'âge de m'prendre la tête,
de croire au miroir aux alouettes,
j'préfère vivre tous mes rêves,
dans mes pensées signer la trêve,
dévoiler mon âme, mon cœur,
faire abstraction de ma pudeur,
regarder la vie en face,
en faisant fi d'toutes les menaces,

bye bye spleen,
bye bye spleen,
bye bye spleen...

Drinking And Praying

Paul Haas

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