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Pocketful of Stars (Read, Steady Eddie Version)

Bring All Your Love To Me

Every night I stay up
Dreaming of things I made up
I can’t sleep I can’t rest
Putting insomnia to the test
Kinda messed, it's for the best!

I have never wished before
The way I wish this wish for sure
The wish will be my final test
To wish for not wishing anymore

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at brand-name stores
Winning streaks
To mopping floors
Ups and downs 
Been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
The taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores
But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
Of want and pretend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

Reality is a collection of wishes that came true. 
The moment a wish comes true it's shuffled off into obscurity 
Only to be replaced by the next wish
We toil and struggle to repeat the cycle
Over and over again for the last three hundred thousand years...

I’ve been on peaks
Dived off shores
Spent my money at fancy stores
Winning streaks
To mopping floors
Ups and downs 
been there before
The racing heart
The metaphors
Taste of a thousand ocean clams
Will only make you wish for more from distant shores

Ah... ah... ah...

But when will it stop?
Where will it end?
The karmic wheel
How to transcend?
Why waste more time on wishing for more?
When every wish out there has already been wished before?

To wish is to desire
A craving from emptiness
Unfulfilled wishes are distractions
From the peace and abundance all around us
A closed fist loses everything out of its grasp
The Open hand holds the universe

WISH Lounge remix

Enemies

Say farewell

(Verse 1)
There’s a hum behind the ceiling fan,
A song no one remembers how to end.
The air tastes like old porcelain,
And the walls pretend they’re friends.

(Pre-Chorus)
I stitched the curtains to the dusk,
So morning wouldn’t find me out.
Every clock here keeps its trust —
They never make a sound.

(Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Nowhere to run, just circles tighter.
Lights flicker slow — they never warn us,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.

(Verse 2)
There’s a chair that’s learned my shape,
It holds me better than my name.
The flowers dried, but stayed in bloom —
They know the art of looking sane.

(Pre-Chorus)
I write letters I’ll never send,
Seal them with the same old sigh.
Even shadows start to blend,
When you stop asking why.

(Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Nowhere to run, just circles tighter.
Lights flicker slow — they never warn us,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
I fade, I fade — a little quieter.

(Bridge)
If I spoke, the air might break —
So I hum through the static instead.
Even silence has its ache,
It just hums a note inside my head.

(Final Chorus)
I’m lost in rooms without corners,
Where echoes dream and time grows lighter.
Lights flicker soft, the dark adorns us,
I fade, I fade — but feel brighter.

A little quieter

All the Good in Hello Again

“Brut, sans filtre, sans retour.”

Quand tout s’arrête du jour au lendemain.
Tu me détruis comme ça plonge dans la rupture sans explication — la douleur nue, la colère rentrée, le vide après l’impact.
Un cri contenu sur des basses sombres et des accords qui tremblent, entre rock, pop et désillusion.

Sans Lendemain

حاله حرب

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Heart and Soul

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

WISH Lounge remix

WDTSF