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Ol' Dude

First Love Song

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Trumpet solo. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Marimba Background Rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Gibson SG Background Rhythm. Drum full trap set. Percussion, Timbales, Cowbell, 22" Zildjen Ride & Crash Cymbal. Ago go Bells.

Down Home

El Camino

alone

symptom of life

empathogen

the fear is not real

run!

"I know that face."

AT NIGHT, THEY WERE SILENT MIXX

Girl In The Orchestra

BUTTERFLIES

Alligator Bites Never Heal

ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL

OMEN

A yellowish hue stains the paper on the walls
and the hard maple bar stools paint a solid picture
of the kind of place I just stumbled in.
There's three men at the bar, each sitting two stools apart
and it is not hard to tell by the look on their faces
that they are not here to have a good time,
nor the face the night, 
away on dancing feet.

Still I felt this urge to return here.
To the same booth where you were sipping your wine
when you told me they found out it spread out to your lungs this time.
An I remember us putting on a brave face, but by the second cheap bottle of wine, it was all war paint and battle cries.

You said: 
"If they want me, they will have to drag me out of here.
I've won tougher fights than this and I will show them my teeth.
I'll be kicking. I'll be screaming. 
If they want me, they'd better come prepared."

But prepared they came.
And the poison in your blood took more away from you than it ever did to help you, than it ever took from them.
It's just a matter of days now.
So you felt this urge to make 'em count.
You sang: "I'll burn out before I fade away".
And by the time the moment came, you said "there's nothing left to say".

Well they wanted you but they had to drag you out of here.
There is no tougher fight than this and you showed them your teeth. 
You were kicking. You were screaming.
There is no braver fight than yours.

If they want me, they will have to drag me out of here.
There is no tougher fight than this, but I will show them my teeth, like you showed them your teeth.
I'll be kicking. I'll be screaming.
There is no tougher fight than this.

Give me some time to stop cursing the darkness.
I'm lighting candles honey, one at a time.
Though I don't see it, I know your hand is always in mine.

War Paint And Battle Cries

Oh The Places You'll Go

Black Girl Memoir

BLACK GIRL MEMOIR

Amateur de (presque) tous les styles de musique, à mon tour de m’essayer à créer du contenu, influencé certainement par mes écoutes, ces petits plaisirs solitaires qui nous propulsent dans des mondes oniriques… 
Echos, rebonds, résonances, redondance, panoramiques… jouer avec les sons, sans prétention.
Espérant que vous apprécierez ces sons avec autant de plaisir que j’ai eu à les faire !

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A lover of (almost) all music genres, it’s my turn to try creating content, certainly influenced by my listening habits, those little solitary pleasures that propel us into dreamlike worlds… Echoes, rebounds, resonances, redundancy, panoramics… playing with sounds, without pretension. I hope you will enjoy these sounds as much as I enjoyed making them!

curiosity observing the limitless space of the human heart

run!

Willow Smith

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