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Last song released on Soundcloud.

If I were hanged on the highest hill Sweet little girl, O my little girl I know whose love would follow me still My little girl, O lost little girl

My body's old But my soul has no age My spirit's cold But my mind is right stage Spirit in cage

If I were drowned in the deepest sea Sweet little girl, O my little girl I know whose tears would come down to me, Sweet little girl, O lost in a whirl  

My body's old But my soul has no age My spirit's cold But my mind is right stage

Once there was a way To get back homeward With you my love Once there was a way We went back home But it's all over

If I were damned of body and soul Sweet little girl, O my little girl I know whose prayers would make me whole My little girl, O lost little girl

My body's old But my soul has no age My spirit's cold But my mind is right stage Spirit in Cage

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New song released on YouTube : There will come soft rain, adaptation of a poem by Sara Teasdale.

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New song released on Soundcloud.

Lyrics are an adaptation of the poem "Funeral Blues" by W.H. Auden.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the phone, Prevent the dog from barking, Silence the pianos, Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

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https://open.spotify.com/user/uolir/playlist/2aFhTq6cCLJaUmVfVxcoDR?si=b0jyYMhZTheu7gdycElCRA

An Indie Collaborative Playlist for Emergent Artists.

Feel free to add your own pop/folk/rock/electro indie tracks directly in the playlist (it's collaborative!). No more than three tracks per artist and per week, please. I'll manage and select. And don't forget to share and follow the playlist. The more listeners it has, the better it is!

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Cinderella is now released on Spotify.

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A song based on "Old Trouper", poem by Robert William Service. Classical pieces used in this song : Franz Schubert - Fantasia in F minor, D. 940 (Op. 103), for Piano Four-Hands Franz Schubert - Trio n°2, op. 100 Haendel - Sarabande

Lyrics : I was Mojeska's leading man And famous parts I used to play, But now I do the best I can To earn my bread from day to day; Here in this Burg of Breaking Hears, Where one wins as a thousand fail, I play a score of scurvy parts Till Time writes Finis to my tale.

My wife is dead, my daughter wed, With heaps of trouble of their own; And though I hold aloft my head I'm humble, scared and all alone . . . To-night I burn each photograph, Each record of my former fame, And oh, how bitterly I laugh And feed them to the hungry flame!

Behold how handsome I was then - What glowing eye, what noble mien; I towered above my fellow men, And proudly strode the painted scene. Ah, Vanity! What fools are we, With empty ends and foolish aims . . . There now, I fling with savage glee My David Garrick to the flames.

"Is this a dagger that I see": Oh, how I used to love that speech; We were old-fashioned - "hams" maybe, Yet we Young Arrogance could teach. "Out, out brief candle!" There are gone My Lear, my Hamlet and MacBeth; And now by ashes cold and wan I wait my cue, my prompter Death.

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A new song on a poem by Robert Service. This is called Cinderella.

Cinderella in the street

In a ragged gown,

Sloven slippers on her feet,

Shames our tidy town;

Harsh her locks of ashen grey,

Vapour vague her stare,

By the curb this bitter day

Selling papers there.

Cinderella once was sweet,

Fine and lily fair,

Silver slippers on her feet,

Ribands in her hair;

Solid men besought her hand,

Tart was she as quince,

Living in a fairy land,

Waiting for a Prince.

Days went by and years went by,

Wistful wan was she;

Heedless of a mother's sigh,

Of a lover's plea;

On her lips a carol gay,

In her heart a dream -

Soon the Prince would come her way,

Gallant and agleam.

Then at last she learned the truth,

How her hope was vain;

Gone her beauty, gone her youth,

Leaving want and pain.

See! she's waiting all alone;

Hark! you hear her cry

Papers by the cold curb-stone,

Begging you to buy.

Winter winds are waxing chill,

Clouds rack overhead;

Cinderella will be ill,

Bye and bye be dead.

Yet she kept her vision clear,

To Romance was true,

Holding him forever dear

Whom she never knew.

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“Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya” is a traditional anti-war song. Here are the original lyrics with a new music.

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Lac de Tignes.

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Presqu'île de Crozon.

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Sunset. #sunset #sea #ocean #landscape #nature #sky #3d https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmk0oJYHJG4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e9k67wny89kr

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#sky #cloudysky #clouds #mountains #3d #landscape #flying https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmkz549nhyG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pzlm2zvbyq6d

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Mer de nuages. #seaofclouds #sky #clouds #landscape #nature #3d #flying https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmk0fU0nKC3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1v4vjwxiz9y1e

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#nice #cotedazur #nice06 #riviera #frenchriviera #france #alpesmaritimes #nicefrance #basilique #architecture #church (à Notre-Dame de Nice) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmgRZaHniKe/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7yi66fo9xuck

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#nice06 #nice #cotedazur #france #notredame #architecture #church #reflection (à Notre-Dame de Nice) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmgSyWrH2Lh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nvvw7j7i0rt6

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#church #saintpaultroischateaux #france #architecture #dromeprovencale (à Saint-Paul-Trois-Châteaux) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmZTZkYnk6u/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tnhm6f8uw5ra

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Picasso - Vénus et l'amour voleur de miel. #picasso #pablopicasso #painting #modernart (à Musée D'art Contemporain Saint-Martin) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmZPlQiH_Iz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=j0wkosjdia0