Plan

L'électricien, le plombier et un ouvrier polyvalent s'y sont activés pendant des semaines et des semaines. Et puis finalement, après bien des complications, la réalité a commencé à ressembler à notre plan. Sauf qu'une tempête de grêle en juin puis une panne de pompe de relevage en septembre ont compromis la phase de finitions ... Ces désordres sont réglés maintenant, "y'a plus qu'à" finir !

L'aménagement de la cave.

Il reste encore des choses à faire (l'escalier et sa rampe, par exemple), retardées par l'inondation du début de l'année, puis compliquées par la panne de la pompe en septembre ... L'assèchement est terminé et l'entreprise chargée des travaux de peinture doit intervenir la semaine prochaine. On peut espérer maintenant que la cave soit réellement devenue un studio d'ici la fin de cette année.

Where I lay my head

Where I lay my head

Till the sun goes down, I’ll leave my bed
I’ll face the world once more
When daylight fades I’ll lay my head
Where I laid to rest before
I’m the voyager I watch myself retrace my steps
Then the rain comes down and silently the earth forgets
Where I left my mark where I felt the sun
Spirits fading into twilight one by one

Pictures of another place
When time is gone it leaves its trace
The memory’s burned into the skin
The living proof of where we’ve been
Where I lay my head
Eternity
Where I lay my head
Where you lay with me

Un clic pour écouter : http://indiemusicworks.com/artists/GSM/?song=2354

Time will cure us all

Autophoto de Chris à New-York en janvier 2008
Time will cure us all
Lyrics © Chris Moore 2009

Sometimes I believe I’m just floating in the atmosphere
And way down there below I can see us searching everywhere
For something we should know, for something we should never let go
I was there, saw it all, felt the pride, saw the fall

Fate moves us together and it pushes us apart again
And it breaks us in two, tells us nothing is forever when
The world that we knew is falling apart no matter what we do
I was there, saw it all, felt the pride, saw the fall

Running on empty, the world is just a stone
The let-down of ambition that never finds a home
Your head against the wall, your eyes upon the ground
Still fighting for the prizes and the treasure can’t be found

Time, time will cure us all
Yes time, time will cure us all

And the faces of the future still lay hidden in the middle of your soul
And the passion for adventure brings frustration and temptation takes its toll
That lonely road to nowhere is all we seem to find
When circumstances tell us out of sight is out of mind
The world can be a playground or a prison all too small
We have to touch each other or there’s nothing there at all

Time, time will cure us all
Yes time, time will cure us all

Yes I was there, I saw it all, I felt the pride, I saw the fall

Time, time will cure us all
Yes time, time will cure us all

un clic pour écouter : http://indiemusicworks.com/artists/GSM/?song=2347

The Space Between

(Autophoto de Chris à New-York, le 6 janvier 2008)

The Space Between -
Copyright GSM 2009

In the beginning there was light and a world yet to be seen
First the day and then the night then the space between
Then the space between
What you want is what you see but what you see is just effect
What you need is something deeper but what you see is what you get
In the space between
It's just another Monday morning and the writing's on the wall...
Take it take it now yeah you can take it all
I've got no use for money no it makes me feel so small
It's just another Monday morning and the writing's on the wall
Ain't nothing going to happen don't kid yourself too much
No don't kid yourself at all
So what you got what you got now where you are is where I've been
What you see is what you get now it isn't real it's just the space between
Between the man and all he wanted between the world and what it's lost
It's like we never knew the value but we always feel the cost
What you want is what you see what you see is just effect
What you need is something deeper but what you see is what you get
It's just another Monday morning and the writing's on the wall
Ain't nothing gonna happen so don't kid yourself at all
It's nothing new it's just the story of a lifetime
So who made these rules that keep me chasing after
All the things we take from one another
And whose world is this now where everything belongs
And there's no sister and no brother
There's only what it cost to bring them up right
To follow where we've been there's only what you pay
To live from day to day in the space between
Yeah it's the space between
In the space between
What you want is what you see what you see is just effect
What you know is what you need but what you see is what you get
In the space between
It's just another Monday morning and the writing's on the wall
Ain't nothing gonna happen, so don't kid yourself too much
No don't kid yourself at all imagine everything is new
No rules to tell you what to do in the space between

Un clic pour écouter : http://indiemusicworks.com/artists/GSM/

Djé mélomane

Chris au piano. Adorable, le chat devient câlin, se montre sensible à la musique ainsi qu'en témoigne son immobilité totale au creux de mon bras. Djé semble avoir une sensibilité musicale plutôt classique ... je ne suis pas certaine qu'il goûterait à la cacophonie rockeuse, mais ça tombe bien car nous non plus !

The space between

There's a new GSM project in the making - after 4 weekends spent laying down 8 basic tracks, now it's the turn of Gabriel and Chris G to do their stuff... for the moment, this project carries the name "The Space Between" - time will tell between what (or who?). 12 minutes, several different styles, this one will be an epic.

Je suis sur un nouveau projet avec GSM - après 4 weekends passés à faire une base de 8 pistes, maintenant c'est à Gabriel et Chris G de faire leurs trucs... pour l'instant, ce projet porte le nom "The Space Between" (L'Espace Entre) - le temps nous dira entre quoi (ou qui?). 12 minutes, plusieurs genres differents, ça va être épique.

You say

Un clic pour écouter ce qu'a créé Chris ce week-end. J'aime son invention de "haute-cuisine" (comme haute-couture ou haute coiffure), insérée avec son accent de charme dans le texte anglais) et dont la futilité rend plus incisive son invitation à nous interroger sur le sort de l'Afrique, berceau de l'Humanité. En filigrane, la mondialisation, la désertification, la pollution, la pénurie d'eau et autres ... You say...
Underneath the parasol you can shelter from the midday sun (à l'ombre du parasol tu peux te protéger du soleil de midi) Everything is in its place and life is good for everyone (Chaque chose est à sa place et la vie est bonne pour chacun) And dreams are all that come to mind (Et les rêves sont tout ce qui vient à l'esprit) Cos nothing's hard to find (Parce que rien n'est difficile à trouver) But if I could be unkind (Mais si je peux ne pas être sympa) Then it's only cos we're blind (Alors, c'est seulement parce que nous sommes aveugles) Cos we close our ears to the hopes and fears of one another (Parce que nous fermons nos oreilles aux espoirs et aux peur d'un autre) Cos we've passed these years sweating blood and tears for it all (Parce que nous avons passé ces années à trimer à sueur et à sang pour tout ça) On the plains of Africa that were the cradle for us all (sur les plaines d'Afriques qui furent notre berceau à tous) There's the ones we've left behind (Il y a ceux que nous avons abandonné en arrière) You say you say that we're okay (Tu dis tu dis que ça va pour nous) You say it's not your sole responsibility (Tu dis que ce n'est pas de notre seule responsabilité) It's not that you don't think like me (Ce n'est pas que tu ne penses pas comme moi) It's hard to live from day to day (C'est dur de vivre au jour le jour) Just trying to make life pay for all the little things (En essayant juste d'organiser sa vie pour payer tous les petits trucs) Haute cuisine and diamond rings you say (Haute cuisine et bagues en diamant,dis-tu) So fly take your world up to the sky (Alors envole-toi, emmène ton monde haut dans le ciel) Don't stop to wonder why (N'arrête-pas de demander pourquoi) You can live before you die (Tu peux vivre avant de mourir) As you drink that desert dry (Ainsi que tu bois ce désert sec) And you read the news and you pay your dues on a Sunday (Et tu lis les nouvelles et tu fais ton devoir le dimanche) And the cold hard light never shines too bright (Et la dure lumière froide ne brille jamais trop bien) You say you say that we're okay You say it's not your sole responsibility It's not that you don't think like me It's hard to live from day to day Just trying to make life pay for all the little things Haute cuisine and diamond rings you say.

Contranature

Where will you go to my pretty one when the oceans come back to reclaim all they’ve lost Will you be lucky my little one to live out your days as you pick up the cost Of our faith of the truth of a destiny fitting of man and a legacy fitting of no man No child no land
We fill up the earth in our image we reach for the sky and what lays beyond We may not be there at the finish but know that we people were weak and our leaders were strong And they knew they knew we were making a destiny fitting of man and a legacy fitting of no man
No child no land And I was listening to the news where city men will air their views And progress is the word they take in place of greed or big mistake The growth we seek will soon return we’ve a hundred years of oil to burn And all those things consumers need six billion hungry mouths to feed We must succeed we must succeed Everything we take for granted everything we work for Every seed of life we’ve planted’s going to make it hurt more Time will come before too long ‘cause we’re playing contranature Time will come for everyone playing contranature


If you haven't heard it yet, you might like to listen to "White Sky Dark Earth", a collab put together with real style by Gabriel Sabadi and featuring his music and production and some vocal and guitar additions from Kephas and me. You can find it here:

http://www2.mixposure.com/Gabriel_Sabadi/song_focus_10530.php

The lyrics I wrote to go with Gabe's music were a sort of metaphor for the financial crisis that is going on right now - mankind climbs the mountain (because it's there) and then once at the top, tries to get still higher by fabricating stuff to build on top of it - but then the storm hits and it all comes crashing down again.

And having got into that frame of mind, I got to thinking:

There are 6.5 billion people on this earth.
Soon, there will be 10 billion.
Until about 1600, the earth's population was pretty much under control because of disease, famine, wars.
Technology put that right.

Right now, the world economy is having a bad day.
Everyone tells us we need growth, more of everything.
That will get us out of the pit the world is in right now.
Truth is, it all has to come from somewhere and there isn't that much of anything left.
We have enough oil for maybe 40 years.
What are you gonna do then?

Oh, and of course there's greenhouse gases.
Global warming.
Climate change.

I keep hearing the words "save the planet" like it's a mantra or something. I don't know why we worry so much about the planet, it's been here 4.5 billion years and it will still be here a very long time after we're all gone. It's shrugged off enough calamities in the past, asteroids, meteorites and the like - a couple of million years and everything's right as rain again. And for those of us who like playing with numbers, like me, in relative terms that's about the same amount of time that it takes a 45 year-old to recover from a cold, (i.e. a week) so what's all the fuss about?

It only really hit me the other day that when people say "save the planet" what they really mean is "save us".
The planet will be fine, but we won't.

Actually, I am one of life's major optimists, and I don't really believe in catastrophe. And I'm not turning into an eco-warrior, either. I'm just thinking here.

When you put timeframes into the perspective of the age of the earth relative to that 45 year-old, it looks like this:

Two years ago, there were dinosaurs walking the earth. Man's early forbears (Homo Erectus) appeared this time last week and men (as we know them) appeared for the first time late yesterday afternoon. The fossil fuels that we started to extract a couple of minutes ago and have now nearly exhausted had been there about two years.

The human population started to grow uncontrollably two minutes ago - about as long as it might take you to notice a fly buzzing round the room, find the newspaper and despatch it...

That's how fragile we all are.

And that's what my song "Contranature" is about.
http://www2.mixposure.com/chris_moore/song_focus_10715.php