Name: Une fleur dans le caniveau by Xavier Jaari in Avril 2023
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Description: En souvenir de ma jeunesse en mode survie

Tu vois que tu peux faire de superbes intros !

J'adore les paroles et très belle voix remplie d'émotions !

bon texte dans un style de chant très Bashung

Avril 2023

Drums by Joe Skilton
Album artwork by Dasantra

Sleep

Une petite ballade aux influences rock  avec comme participants :
- Arnaud Legrand (composition, guitare acoustique, basse, batterie, orchestre, piano)
- Tracy Hayden (paroles, chant)
- François Graiouf (guitare solo)
- Étienne Pelosoff (arrangement divers, mixage et mastering)

Bonne écoute ! :)

Steady Over (Feat Hayden Kelly)

Déposée à la SACEM Le 10 Août 2022.
Code ISWC :  T-311.927.854.1  
Code ISRC : FR-9W1-22-30904
Arrangements & Guitares : hLo @hlo-64


Un p’tit malin sans foi ni loi profite de faire ses courses, 
Assisté d’un épais bucheron à l’accent québecois
Pour compter les billets calés tout au fond de ses bourses, 
Par onanisme mercantile, il compte toujours deux fois !

Mais la forêt brûle, et il s’auto-congratule 
Et la dune recule, mais qu’est-ce qu’il est ridicule
Avec ses chiffres, ses calculs !
Car la forêt brûle, lui il admire son pécule 
Pendant qu' l’horizon recule…

Une pécore attirée par les groseilles et l’oseille 
Experte en "codes promo", vaseline, voitures noires, limousines
Influenceuse pipoteuse raccorde son maquillage 
Elle vérifie l’image, le son de tout son outillage !

Mais la forêt brûle, et elle s’auto-congratule 
Et les hectares reculent, mais qu’est-ce qu’elle est ridicule
A plaire aux gogos et à Gudule !
Car la forêt brûle, mais elle s’en fiche elle stridule
La sauterelle grillée sur sa campanule...

(PONT MUSICAL)

Je n’vais pas m’exonérer et me donner bonne conscience
Je n’sais pas où on va mais ce que j’sais c'est qu’on a plus d’essence
A force de tout cramer dans un monde fini, la croissance ?
A huit milliards sur terre je la vois comme un bug, un non sens ! Un non sens !

Car la forêt brûle, et on s’auto-congratule 
Et la dune recule, mais qu’est-ce qu’on est ridicule
Avec tous nos p'tits calculs
Et les sirènes qui hurlent
Car la forêt brûle, cumul de canicules 
Chacun dans son véhicule, quand les pompiers circulent ! Contre la montre on capitule, en attendant le crépuscule 
Et la forêt brûle, personne ne la calcule sauf les promoteurs qui spéculent, car la forêt brûle, brûle, brûle, brûle, brûle...
La forêt brûle !


Pierre de Frebourg – Août 2022

Data Centers !

La forêt brule

La forêt brûle (feat. hLo @hlo-64)

I'm super excited to share with you this remix for the wonderful artist Anni, who I've been following on socials for many years. Creating this remix felt so good ! Disco and funk kept on growing on me, it all felt so natural with Anni's voice. I love the idea of transforming a beautiful slow and deep song into a super groovy pop track !

A massive thanks to Anni and the whole Adam Audio team for organizing such a great contest. We love you, guys !


Stay sinner, stay funky !


Artist: Anni (remixed by Electrosoff aka Etienne Pelosoff)
Album: Sinner (single)
Song: Sinner (Electrosoff remix)
Year : 2022

With a love for metal, electro and jazz, the accomplished French producer and all-round adept musician Etienne Pelosoff has already amassed a wealth of academic and studio experience in just a short space of time. Along with producing a wide array of local international talents, the classically trained artist plays festivals including the Hellfest “Off” on the 16th of June 2022 and produces heavy and groovy electronic music with his side-project Electrosoff.  He will play at the prestigious New Blood Fest near Lyon on the 15th of October 2022.

Etienne Pelosoff Studio website : www.etiennepelosoff.com
Electrosoff website : www.etiennepelosoff.com/electrosoff

Anni - Sinner (Electrosoff Remix for Adam Audio 2022 Competition)

Composition Philippe Guitare rythmique/Slide/Wah-Wah @user-759566380
Texte et chant Guillaume @user-759566380
Instrumentation/arrangements/mixage/masterisation @Tulipe-records

Paroles

On voudrait faire une chanson
Écolo , geek et non genrée
Qui plaise aux filles et aux garçons
Sans gluten sans vulgarités
On enfoncerait toutes ces portes
Ouvertes sur nos libertés
De Washington à Aigues-Mortes
On chanterait le poing levé

On devrait parler de Poutine
Et de sa folie des grandeurs
Qui mettent le feu dans nos vitrines
Comme une canicule en chaleur
On balancerait notre avis
Sur le changement climatique
On tordrait le cou nous aussi
A ces idées fausses et sceptiques

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire tomber un dictateur
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un jeune acteur
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A déranger les complotistes
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un vrai journaliste

On devrait faire une chanson
Sur la Covid mais sans tabous
Sur ces experts yaka fokon
Qui savaient tout sur rien surtout
On parlerait de tous ces gens
De ces héros du quotidien
Qu'un imbécile de Président
A traité comme des assassins

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire frémir les chaînes infos
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par Docteur Renaud
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A angoisser tous ces bavards
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par Mister Renard

On dézinguerait les puissants
Qui n'écoutent pas la Planète
Les oreilles bouchées par l'argent
L'cerveau au chaud dans leurs braguettes
On allumerait ces people
Qui font souffrir les dictionnaires
Qui polluent les pages de Google
Tout comme du pétrole dans la mer

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire peur aux capitalistes
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un communiste
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A effrayer tous les Bobos
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un Populo

We'd like to make a song
Eco-friendly, geeky and gender-neutral
that appeals to both boys and girls
Gluten-free without vulgarities
We'd break down all those doors
Open to our freedoms
From Washington to Aigues-Mortes
We'd sing with raised fists

We should talk about Putin
And his delusions of grandeur
Setting fire to our windows
Like a heat wave
We'd throw our weight around
On climate change
We, too, would bend our necks
To these false and skeptical ideas

And then we'd make a chorus
To bring down a dictator
Like a car with no brakes
Driven by a young actor
And then we'd make a chorus
To upset the conspiracists
Like a car without brakes
Driven by a real journalist

We should make a song
About the Covid but without taboos
About those yaka fokon experts
Who knew everything about nothing
We'd talk about all those people
These everyday heroes
Whom an imbecile President
Treated like assassins

And then we'd make a chorus
To make the news channels quiver
Like a car without brakes
Driven by Docteur Renaud
And then we'd make a chorus
To scare the chatterboxes
Like a car without brakes
Driven by Mister Renard

We'd blast the powerful
Who don't listen to the Planet
Their ears plugged by money
Their brains warmed in their zippers
We'd light up these celebrities
Who make dictionaries suffer
Polluting the pages of Google
Like oil in the sea

And then we'd make a chorus
To scare the capitalists
Like a car without brakes
Driven by a communist
And then we'd make a chorus
To scare all the haves
Like a car without brakes
Driven by the rabble

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD / TULIPE RECORD 2022

Sans Freins ( Tulipe & Jim ) TRANSLATED

En souvenir de ma jeunesse en mode survie

Une fleur dans le caniveau

Colours

Riot sample from Les Vulves Assassines "La Retraitre".
Image: (c) Evens Salies

Reform of traitors [feat. Cecilia Blow Up Backing], 2023

This song is a tribute to beautiful lives cut short. Back in November 2022 last year three University of Virginia football players were shot and killed by a former teammate as they returned from a trip to see a play in Washington DC. It happens all too often in this country. These three were outstanding young men much loved and mourned by the community.

The amazing Ceci Wynans paid tribute in song at their memorial service:  https://youtu.be/VLA6biZDTx0

The art is a painting by D'Sean Perry, one of the three young men lost. 

This is song is sung from the imagined perspective of their parents.

Brother Gone

I still see a little boy running hiding from me and laughing then
I'd like to think that losing you had some higher reason in the end
but how can anyone know how hard it is to let you go

you were the one who always knew everything is in God's hands
but you're not here and it's so hard to understand

just look at all these people standing here
calling out your name
this would be the happiest day of my life if you were here by my side
instead all I've got is this heartbreak and pain

how was I to know it'd be the last time
that I'd see your shining face next to mine
they can take away the good years that should've been yours to claim
but they'll never take away the good man you became

I'll always see a little boy running hiding away from me
but this time you're not coming back
and I'm not sure how I'm ever gonna live with that

God I need some peace of mind
I hope that it isn't far away

Brother Gone

Expérience de fête

***EN FRANCAIS PLUS BAS*** (Original song, mix, mastering, vocals and lyrics by KidOfEarth) ⚠️ © (Copyright France) I did this for fun and this track is above all a test on the voice  because I like the blues! After 5 whisky, 50 cigarettes, 10 coffes, a few amphetamines, 2 bars of 100% cocoa dark chocolate and 200 takes to work on my voice here is the result...

TOPIC
About thirty years ago, I lived on a boulevard with incessant and very noisy road traffic. This artery was used dozens of times by emergency vehicles going to the emergency room near my home. And to top it off, the rooms of the apartment I rented were adjoining the delivery dock of a supermarket. Hell!
My next door neighbors were an elderly couple who had lived there forever. When I asked them if the noise didn't bother them, they both replied "Ah but not at all! We're used to it and we couldn't live without it, that reassures us!"
You will therefore have understood that this burlesque blues is for them who would certainly not have supported living in the countryside.
Raph aka KOE ✌️😎

Lyrics
"The nature it gives me the glands"
when I'm tripping around the boulevards
I watch the racing cars backfire
it puts a little animation
I like the ron-ron of the traffic jams.
The nature it gives me the glands
I'm bored, I want to hang myself
if there are no bars and easy girls
I'm like a chick in its omelet...
I dream of a nice apartment
in the middle of a crossroads
to enjoy the charming sound
sirens, that's velvet.
The songs of the piafs every morning
it wakes me up early and I'm not well
the rooster that brays in the barnyard
It's making me nervous, I'm counting down...
"hey Polo! Open the window! It is not well?
eh! Polo!?..."
*******************************
(Original song, mastering, vocals and lyrics by KidOfEarth)

Cette piste est avant tout un test sur la voix car j'aime le blues!
Après 5 whiskys, 50 clopes, 10 cafés, quelques amphétamines, 2 tablettes de chocolat noir 100% cacao et 200 prises pour travailler ma voix, voici le résultat...

TOPIC
Il y a plus de trente ans, j'ai habité sur un boulevard au trafic routier incessant et très bruyant. Cette artère était empruntée des dizaines de fois par les véhicules de secours qui se rendaient aux urgences près de chez moi. Et pour combler le tout, les chambres de l'appartement que je louais étaient mitoyennes avec le quai de livraison d'un supermarché. L'enfer!
Mes voisins de palier étaient un couple de personnes âgées qui vivait là depuis toujours. Quand je leur est demandé si le bruit ne les dérangeait pas, ils m'ont répondu tous les deux "Ah mais pas du tout! On a l'habitude et on ne pourrait plus s'en passer, ça nous rassure!"
Vous aurez donc compris que ce blues burlesque est pour eux qui n'auraient certainement pas supporté de vivre à la campagne.
Raph alias KOE ✌️😎

"La nature ça m'fout les glandes"
Quand j'me trimballe sur les boulevards
je mate les bolides qui pétaradent
ça met un peu d'animation
moi j'aime le ron-ron des bouchons.
La nature ça me fout les glandes
je m'emmerde, j'ai envie de me pendre
si il n'y a pas des bars et des minettes
Je suis comme un oeuf dans une omelette...
Moi je rêve d'un bel appartement
au beau milieu d'un carrefour
pour apprécier le son charmant
des sirènes, ça c'est du velours.
Le chant des piafs tous les matins
ça me réveille tôt et je suis pas bien
le coq qui braille dans la basse-cour
ça me rend nerveux, je fais le compte à rebours...
"hé Polo! Ouvre la fenêtre! On est pas bien là?
hein! Polo!?..."

Strange Dark Night [Live] * Copyright SCRT Record Co.

What came first, the tree or the telegraph pole?
Either way, there was no foresight by those involved.

Bamboo didgeridoo
Yamaha tenor saxophone
Some drum sounds
Chainsaw

Journey Through The Land Of The Deformed Trees

Rodolfo https://soundcloud.com/rplanes first shared this beautiful piece with me 2 years ago, which has had a gradual development since I first wrote the lyrics back then. More recently Ce Mastro https://soundcloud.com/cemastro added some exciting backing vocals which transformed the chorus and then even more recently we invited Dave McKeown https://soundcloud.com/dave-mckeown to contribute some lovely sax that we believed was just what the song needed. Rodolfo's song has such a feeling of romantic innocence yet with a wonderful rhythmic flow, that I hoped the words might feel from a simpler time. We hope you all enjoy our song of innocence (and inexperience) which thankfully is a work of fiction. Thanks again to Rodolfo for sharing this magical piece and his great skills as well as Ce and Dave's unique gifts to make this one happen. 
We thank you all for taking the time to listen.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix.
Ce Mastro - Backing vocals
Me - Lead vocals and lyrics
Dave McKeown - Sax solo and fills

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/almost-lovers

Almost Lovers (by Rodolfo Planes / Mark Bennett)

Once we were almost lovers, without a care.
We weren’t like all the others, somehow we just didn’t dare.
We never faced the fact,
What we had wasn’t real,
Didn’t have to deal,
With the truth while we were putting on an act
We’d have to pay,
And quite how that would feel.

The moment when I discovered, not wanting to share,
You with any of the others, that I just couldn’t bear.
But when my back was turned,
You made out with a guy,
I thought was my friend.
Then I knew that my world had been overturned,
Put out to dry,
And what a way to end.

It’s not the way that I’d hoped this scene would play out,
Leaving the stage in the first act. 
It was cruel but at least I was left in no doubt.
C’est la vie, as a matter of fact.

Were never really lovers, just make believe.
Like sister and brother, with only ourselves to deceive.
I should have known right then,
I’d be out on my ear 
Instead of in love.
Waiting for the finale, not knowing when,
I’d disappear,
When the push comes to shove.

It’s not the way that I’d hoped this scene would play out,
Leaving the stage in the first act. 
It was cruel but at least I was left in no doubt.
C’est la vie, as a matter of fact.

Almost Lovers - Continental Collision (featuring Ce Mastro & Dave McKeown) Now Available on Bandcamp

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