Written by Charlie Warner
Arranged by Pete and Paul
Pete-Acoustic 12 string and 6 string guitars-Vocal,backing vocal-Bass-Keyboards
Paul- Drums-backing vocals

Snakepatch                 Alternative

Dressed to Kill

Home ... ce n'est pas juste un lieu !..      It's not just a place  ! 
                                                                                                                   Composition et  Interprétation  Voix Piano  2015  ( Elena )                                                  
Arrangements et Production  2024 ( Pascal )
Thanks for listening with good headphones  🙂
Paroles ( Elena )  in English et traduction en Français 
Drowning out the lies
That I have seen
There's a single truth
I still believe in

Melting the darkness like starlight
Shining so bright in the night

If I ever go astray
I won't fear 'cause your love has paved the way
That leads home to myself

Clouds have turned to grey
The skies we painted blue
As the thunder rolls
I think of you

Melting the cold in your sweet embrace
There is no storm I can't face

If I ever go astray
I won't fear 'cause your love has paved the way
That leads home
And if the lights just go away
I won't fear 'cause your love will shine the way
That leads home to myself

En noyant les mensonges
Que j’au vus, 
Il y a une seule vérité 
En laquelle je crois toujours 

Qui fait fondre l’obscurité comme la lumière des étoiles 
Qui brille si fort dans la nuit .

Si jamais je m’égare
Je n’aurai pas peur car ton amour a ouvert la voie 
Qui mène à moi même .

Les nuages ont fait devenir gris
Le ciel que nous avons peint en bleu .
Alors que le tonnerre gronde 
Je pense à toi 

Qui fait fondre le froid dans ta douce étreinte.
Il n’y a pas de tempête à laquelle je ne puisse faire face.

Si jamais je m’égare 
Je n’aurai pas peur car ton amour a ouvert la voie 
Qui mène à moi même ,
Et si les lumières s’éteignent 
je n’aurai pas peur car ton amour éclairera la voie
Qui mène à moi même .

Home 🦋     ( Echosonica - Prod Pb )

Roofpop

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

'keep everything'

note: I recently found this old journal and this riff was played live on my phone upon my front porch during a rain storm this evening. This particular entry was from June 18, 2014.

I was stagnant at work this evening and ventured outside to catch some air and to stretch my legs. The air was thick and stuck to my skin, leaving a glassy resemblance, caught by mine eye, while vainly glimpsing at my reflection in the moonlit window of a fellow employee's sedan. With literally hours until my next deadline, I opted to put some kilometers behind me, and make my way, by foot, towards the local University. 
While venturing through the streets inhibited by, both, students, and families, I found myself drawn to a well kempt bungalow, lit dimly by lamplight, with the sound of classical piano fluttering imperfectly through the screened windows, out into the quiet, darkened street.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I stood, admiringly, for what seemed like several moments, staring dumbfoundedly at the house, only picturing, within my head, the scenes that may be taking place within.
Something about the modesty of practiced, yet, un-perfected art struck me as beautiful and elegant. Perhaps it is because it is something I, myself, can relate to in my endeavors, whether it be sport, music, painting, writing, or anything else I've indulged in within my life.
Nonetheless, something about this moment inspired something within me, and, as I pulled myself away from the scene and continued my evening walk, my inner dialogue began dancing frivolously in my brain. So often these thoughts want to be blurted out by voice, finger picked on guitar, or bled out of a pen, but my anxiety, and utter refusal to let loose my inner creativity, my personal experiences, my soul, has previously crushed my desire to even remotely achieve some sort of self-satisfaction. 
Although words have been written, melodies have been played, and songs have been sung, from now on, there will be no filter. Journals will be kept, rather than torn out and thrown away, edited or deleted. Keep Everything. Every thought. Though, initially, they seem irrelevant, irrational, erratic...anything...they still are the soil from which an idea may grow from, flourish, even. So, even now as I carry on aimlessly, rambling, carrying on...I must say thank you to the pianist for airing my embers with their beautifully imperfect notes.

keep everything

Heartfelt dark ambient

Vocals by Astrid Solvrid

I Used To Float

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
A HAS BEEN NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
SHUFFLING WIND NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

ONCE A KING TWICE A CLOWN
I'VE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

WHISPERING TO THE WIND 
LOVELY SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS
SOMETIMES LOVE IS A SOLITARY THING

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND





I'VE BEEN UP (Lyrics)

Zhoca:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass Vocals

It' s time now    to worry    'bout all those    sad children
like we were,    two brothers    deported    abroad.

Just sent away
to enjoy your heyday.

INTRO

We should talk    about it,    there' s no time    to keep quiet.
The wound must    be cared for,    it' s your turn,    come on now.

Give up your life lie,    I have no more tears to cry.
Nothing I haven' t tried    but all you did was hide.

Oh, why don' t you love me?
Mhm, why don' t you care?
+ instr.


Don' t tell me    that' s your way    to show your    strange love,
it' s hurting,    just hurting    and I know you' ll    never change

You' re too weak to say the words    "sorry for all that hurt,
I' ve caused deep scars in your heart,    ignored how precious you are".

Sad Children  ft. ZHOCA

“Blessings of the Twelve” is a continuous-play cycle by The Living Creatures: old Jewish folk heart (nigunim, klezmer clarinet, cimbalom, frame drum) fused with modern electronic shimmer (analog pads, octave bass, granular textures). Each song embodies Jacob’s end-of-days blessing for a tribe (Genesis 49), with on-record segues so the album flows as one journey—from unsteady waters, through judgment, service, kingship, harbors and labor, to justice, battle, table, ascent, abundance, and the watchful wolf—then gently loops back to Track 1.

Genre

Primary: Folk/Klezmer
Fusion: Folktronica • World/Electronic • Cinematic Folk • Sacred/Devotional Ambient

Set Apart Ember

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I Used To Float

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