Thu, 23 Apr 2026 19:54:11 +0200 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/ en-EN contact@hearthis.at contact@hearthis.at https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/ https://img.hearthis.at/5/5/2/_/uploads/8941040/image_user/w1400_h1400_q70_ptrue_v2_----cropped_1617807729255.jpg no no https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/the-house-with-no-eyes/
Under your eyes of mercy
We lived in love and peace
After a lonely winter
The sun was shining anew

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time

We used to play in the garden
Or just to sit on a fence
We woke early in the morning
During this endless summer

We could have lived in peace
Till the end of time

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time
Always lurking in the shadows

Santa Klaus and his pixies
Were nightmare fighters
Children's blood thirsty ogres

On the sixth of April
They came with their metal sleigh
They took us to the land of ice
Where the sun never shines

And on this cursed land,
Covered by the ashes of the dead
Our shadows will dance
Until the end of all time]]>
Under your eyes of mercy
We lived in love and peace
After a lonely winter
The sun was shining anew

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time

We used to play in the garden
Or just to sit on a fence
We woke early in the morning
During this endless summer

We could have lived in peace
Till the end of time

But the devil stayed awake
Waiting for his time
Always lurking in the shadows

Santa Klaus and his pixies
Were nightmare fighters
Children's blood thirsty ogres

On the sixth of April
They came with their metal sleigh
They took us to the land of ice
Where the sun never shines

And on this cursed land,
Covered by the ashes of the dead
Our shadows will dance
Until the end of all time]]> 6634571 no no Thu, 17 Mar 2022 13:29:31 +0100 2022-03-17T13:29:31+01:00 2:29 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/mr.-burns/ 6634572 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 16:38:50 +0100 2022-01-12T16:38:50+01:00 2:46 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/mediterranee/ 6634573 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:20 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:20+01:00 2:24 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/leglise-du-cros-de-cagnes/ 6634575 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:18 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:18+01:00 1:08 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/made-in-japan/ 6634576 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:16 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:16+01:00 2:13 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/subway/ 6634577 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:14 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:14+01:00 1:26 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/tolbiac/ 6634578 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:13 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:13+01:00 2:47 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/louannec/ 6634579 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:11 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:11+01:00 3:44 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/apotheke/ 6634580 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:10 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:10+01:00 2:15 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/laxou/ 6634581 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:08 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:08+01:00 2:51 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/teenage-bedroom/ 6634582 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:06 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:06+01:00 2:18 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/eeeeeeee/ 6634584 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:04 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:04+01:00 4:45 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/lorette/ 6634585 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:02 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:02+01:00 3:57 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/york/ 6634586 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:05:00 +0100 2022-01-12T11:05:00+01:00 3:29 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/eeeeee/ 6634587 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:04:58 +0100 2022-01-12T11:04:58+01:00 2:51 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/bonn/ 6634588 no no Wed, 12 Jan 2022 11:04:56 +0100 2022-01-12T11:04:56+01:00 1:32 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/the-death-of-the-ball-turret-gunner/
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.]]>
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.]]> 6634589 no no Mon, 27 Dec 2021 12:52:31 +0100 2021-12-27T12:52:31+01:00 3:30 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/leave-all-hope-behind/ Abandon all hope, ye who enter

I carry your heart with me
Anywhere I go
My dear
I fear
No fate
I want
No world
A Sun
Will always sing with you


She was at my desire
Venus of gloomy day
Thought she would be my mirror
Thought she could be the way
No time to hesitate
No time to waste my time
She blew my mind,
She was fire



You merely stole my precious time
But it's all right

May the angels lead you into paradise;
May the saints greet you at your arrival
And lead you into the holy City of Jerusalem
May the choir of Angels greet you
And like Lazarus, who once was a poor man
May you have eternal rest.


The beginning of the song is freely inspired by the adagio cantabile of Ludwig van Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor, Op. 13 (Sonata Pathétique).]]> Abandon all hope, ye who enter

I carry your heart with me
Anywhere I go
My dear
I fear
No fate
I want
No world
A Sun
Will always sing with you


She was at my desire
Venus of gloomy day
Thought she would be my mirror
Thought she could be the way
No time to hesitate
No time to waste my time
She blew my mind,
She was fire



You merely stole my precious time
But it's all right

May the angels lead you into paradise;
May the saints greet you at your arrival
And lead you into the holy City of Jerusalem
May the choir of Angels greet you
And like Lazarus, who once was a poor man
May you have eternal rest.


The beginning of the song is freely inspired by the adagio cantabile of Ludwig van Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor, Op. 13 (Sonata Pathétique).]]> 6634590 no no Wed, 17 Nov 2021 17:51:40 +0100 2021-11-17T17:51:40+01:00 3:20 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/all-the-worlds-a-stage/ Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow…

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow…

The queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5.

All the world’s a stage
And all we are players]]> Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow…

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow…

The queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5.

All the world’s a stage
And all we are players]]> 6634591 no no Tue, 14 Sep 2021 15:59:00 +0200 2021-09-14T15:59:00+02:00 3:30 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/the-loving-tramp/
Heaven bless you, my friend -
You, the man who won't sweat;
Here's a quarter to spend.

If you did but mend,
My job you would get; -
Heaven bless you, my friend. -

On you I depend
For my work, don't forget; -
Here's a quarter to spend.

My hand I extend,
For I love you, you bet: -
Here's a quarter to spend.

Ah! you comprehend
That I owe a debt;
Heaven bless you, my friend,
Here's a quarter to spend.
(Jack London, The Worker and the Tramp)

I'll never never never forget the tears and the pain
I'll never never never forget the hurt and the shame
I'll never never never forget the things of my past
I'll never even forget you but you didn't last
I'll never never never forget that you made me mad
I'll never never forget all the dreams that we had
(Freely inspired by "Forget", poem by Jennafer Nolan)]]>
Heaven bless you, my friend -
You, the man who won't sweat;
Here's a quarter to spend.

If you did but mend,
My job you would get; -
Heaven bless you, my friend. -

On you I depend
For my work, don't forget; -
Here's a quarter to spend.

My hand I extend,
For I love you, you bet: -
Here's a quarter to spend.

Ah! you comprehend
That I owe a debt;
Heaven bless you, my friend,
Here's a quarter to spend.
(Jack London, The Worker and the Tramp)

I'll never never never forget the tears and the pain
I'll never never never forget the hurt and the shame
I'll never never never forget the things of my past
I'll never even forget you but you didn't last
I'll never never never forget that you made me mad
I'll never never forget all the dreams that we had
(Freely inspired by "Forget", poem by Jennafer Nolan)]]> 6634592 no no Sat, 14 Aug 2021 22:39:32 +0200 2021-08-14T22:39:32+02:00 2:54 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/of-strange-lands-people/
Lyrics :

When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
In peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
And in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
I'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For I have come to think that Life's a lamentable tale,
And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while;
For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale,
And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle.
So I'll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn,
And I'll forget the fear and fret, the poverty and pain;
And in a shy and secret isle I'll be a man newborn,
And fashion life to heart's desire, and seek my soul again.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
And so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
And seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally.
I'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
Unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
And in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.]]>
Lyrics :

When I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
And in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
In peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
For I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
And in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
I'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
And welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For I have come to think that Life's a lamentable tale,
And all we break our hearts to win is little worth our while;
For fame and fortune in the end are comfortless and stale,
And it is best to dream and rest upon a radiant isle.
So I'll blot out the bitter years of sufferance and scorn,
And I'll forget the fear and fret, the poverty and pain;
And in a shy and secret isle I'll be a man newborn,
And fashion life to heart's desire, and seek my soul again.

Chorus :
And there I'll build a swan-white house above the singing foam,
With brooding eaves, where joyously rich roses climb and cling;
With crotons in a double row, like wine and honeycomb,
And flame trees dripping golden rain, and palms.
And there I'll let the wind and wave do what they will with me;
And I will dwell unto the end with loveliness and joy;
And drink from out the crystal spring, and eat from off the tree,
As simple as a savage is, as careless as a boy.

For when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
I fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
And so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
And seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally.
I'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
Unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
And in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
And nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.]]> 6634593 no no Wed, 16 Jun 2021 19:48:23 +0200 2021-06-16T19:48:23+02:00 5:09 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/talking-cure-walking-on-the-road-of-mercy-master-24-bits/ Tout ce qui est obtenu ainsi est sans valeur"

I won't ask you for magic
In flaming founts of beauty
I don't believe in duty
I don't aspire to tragic

I will tell you the story
Of a kingdom by the sea
I will show you this country
Will you believe what you see ?

I'm hearing secret harmonies
Ringing like a tolling bell
Love is shining inside me
Burning like a scalding hell

I will never ask you for anything
Cos everything I would get on this way
Would be worthless, worthless

I'm Walking on the way
Of mercy
I'm turning off my mind,
Relaxing,
I float downstream
Feeling the void

I'm listening to
The colours of my dreams
I'm gazing at you
shimmering like a star

I'm fitted into
The beauty of sunbeams
I'm looking at you
How beautiful you are

I'm staring at the sea
With a flower in my gun
I'm staring at the sky
With a bullet in my heart

I'm walking on the way
Of mercy
I'm relaxing
I'm turning off my mind,
I'm lazing
I feel the void

I'm listening to
The colours of my dreams
I'm gazing at you
shimmering like a star

I'm fitted into
The beauty of sunbeams
I'm looking at you
How beautiful you are

I will never ask you for anything
Cos everything I would get on this way
Would be worthless, worthless

I'm Walking on the way
Of mercy
I'm turning off my mind,
Relaxing,
I float downstream
Feeling the void

I'm listening to
The colours of my dreams
I'm gazing at you
shimmering like a star

I'm fitted into
The beauty of sunbeams
I'm looking at you
How beautiful you are]]> Tout ce qui est obtenu ainsi est sans valeur"

I won't ask you for magic
In flaming founts of beauty
I don't believe in duty
I don't aspire to tragic

I will tell you the story
Of a kingdom by the sea
I will show you this country
Will you believe what you see ?

I'm hearing secret harmonies
Ringing like a tolling bell
Love is shining inside me
Burning like a scalding hell

I will never ask you for anything
Cos everything I would get on this way
Would be worthless, worthless

I'm Walking on the way
Of mercy
I'm turning off my mind,
Relaxing,
I float downstream
Feeling the void

I'm listening to
The colours of my dreams
I'm gazing at you
shimmering like a star

I'm fitted into
The beauty of sunbeams
I'm looking at you
How beautiful you are

I'm staring at the sea
With a flower in my gun
I'm staring at the sky
With a bullet in my heart

I'm walking on the way
Of mercy
I'm relaxing
I'm turning off my mind,
I'm lazing
I feel the void

I'm listening to
The colours of my dreams
I'm gazing at you
shimmering like a star

I'm fitted into
The beauty of sunbeams
I'm looking at you
How beautiful you are

I will never ask you for anything
Cos everything I would get on this way
Would be worthless, worthless

I'm Walking on the way
Of mercy
I'm turning off my mind,
Relaxing,
I float downstream
Feeling the void

I'm listening to
The colours of my dreams
I'm gazing at you
shimmering like a star

I'm fitted into
The beauty of sunbeams
I'm looking at you
How beautiful you are]]> 5810232 no no Wed, 07 Apr 2021 19:01:39 +0200 2021-04-07T19:01:39+02:00 4:41 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/mon-amour-mon-ami-marie-laforet-house-remix/ Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Je n'ai pas connu d'autre garçon que toi
Si j'en ai connu je ne m'en souviens pas
A quoi bon chercher faire des comparaisons
J'ai un cœur qui sait quand il a raison
Et puisqu'il a pris ton nom

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je sais très bien pourquoi

On ne sait jamais jusqu'où ira l'amour
Et moi qui croyais pouvoir t'aimer toujours
Oui je t'ai quitté et j'ai beau résister
Je chante parfois à d'autres que toi
Un peu moins bien chaque fois

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Edmond David Bacri / Andre Charles Jean Popp]]> Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Je n'ai pas connu d'autre garçon que toi
Si j'en ai connu je ne m'en souviens pas
A quoi bon chercher faire des comparaisons
J'ai un cœur qui sait quand il a raison
Et puisqu'il a pris ton nom

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je sais très bien pourquoi

On ne sait jamais jusqu'où ira l'amour
Et moi qui croyais pouvoir t'aimer toujours
Oui je t'ai quitté et j'ai beau résister
Je chante parfois à d'autres que toi
Un peu moins bien chaque fois

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Toi mon amour, mon ami
Quand je rêve c'est de toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Quand je chante c'est pour toi

Mon amour, mon ami
Je ne peux vivre sans toi
Mon amour, mon ami
Et je ne sais pas pourquoi

Edmond David Bacri / Andre Charles Jean Popp]]> 5810162 no no Mon, 07 Dec 2020 12:58:49 +0100 2020-12-07T12:58:49+01:00 2:38 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/kiss-them-for-me-now-im-bulletproof-siouxsie-the-banshees-vs-la-roux/ La Roux - Bulletproof (vocals & some synths)
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Kiss Them For Me (vocals and some backgrounds)

Lyrics :

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you're the prettiest by far
No party she'd not attend
No invitation she wouldn't send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss them for me if I am delayed

I've been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!
I won't let you in again,
The messages I've tried to send,
My information's just not goin' in!
Burning bridges shore to shore,
I break away from something more,
I'm not turned on to love until it's cheap!
Been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

It's divoon, oh it's serene
In the fountains pink champagne
Someone carving their devotion
In the heart-shaped pool of fame

I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud
To walk away from something when it's dead!
Do, do, do your dirty words,
Come out to play when you are hurt,
There're certain things that should be left unsaid!
Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch
And life's too short for me to stop.
Oh baby, your time is runnin' out!
I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud!
All you do is fill me up with doubt!

"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss, kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

On the road to New Orleans
A spray of stars hit the screen
As the tenth impact shimmered
The forbidden candles beamed

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!]]> La Roux - Bulletproof (vocals & some synths)
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Kiss Them For Me (vocals and some backgrounds)

Lyrics :

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you're the prettiest by far
No party she'd not attend
No invitation she wouldn't send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss them for me if I am delayed

I've been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!
I won't let you in again,
The messages I've tried to send,
My information's just not goin' in!
Burning bridges shore to shore,
I break away from something more,
I'm not turned on to love until it's cheap!
Been there, done that, messed around,
I'm having fun, don't put me down,
I'll never let you sweep me off my feet!

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!

It's divoon, oh it's serene
In the fountains pink champagne
Someone carving their devotion
In the heart-shaped pool of fame

I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud
To walk away from something when it's dead!
Do, do, do your dirty words,
Come out to play when you are hurt,
There're certain things that should be left unsaid!
Tick, tick, tick, tick on the watch
And life's too short for me to stop.
Oh baby, your time is runnin' out!
I won't let you turn around
And tell me now I'm much too proud!
All you do is fill me up with doubt!

"Nothing or no one will ever
Make me let you down"
Kiss them for me, I may be delayed
Kiss, kiss them for me, I may find myself delayed

On the road to New Orleans
A spray of stars hit the screen
As the tenth impact shimmered
The forbidden candles beamed

This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!
This time, baby, I'll be bulletproof!]]> 5810163 no no Thu, 19 Nov 2020 23:34:20 +0100 2020-11-19T23:34:20+01:00 4:40 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/breathless/ It doesn't matter but we all try
It doesn't matter if we all crie
It doesn't matter if we all die

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain

We was dead
Since a long, long time

Souls are lost in empty spaces
Flying ghosts with unseen traces

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain

Je botte en touche

Half of what you say is meaningless
But I listen just to reach you
But I listen just to please you
Julia

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain

We was dead
Since a long, long time

Souls are lost in empty spaces
Flying ghosts with unseen traces

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain]]> It doesn't matter but we all try
It doesn't matter if we all crie
It doesn't matter if we all die

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain

We was dead
Since a long, long time

Souls are lost in empty spaces
Flying ghosts with unseen traces

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain

Je botte en touche

Half of what you say is meaningless
But I listen just to reach you
But I listen just to please you
Julia

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain

We was dead
Since a long, long time

Souls are lost in empty spaces
Flying ghosts with unseen traces

All this drafts in vain
All this love in pain]]> 5810165 no no Thu, 20 Aug 2020 00:26:02 +0200 2020-08-20T00:26:02+02:00 3:35 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/lost-little-girl/ 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]]> 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]]> 5810166 no no Sun, 21 Jun 2020 15:03:43 +0200 2020-06-21T15:03:43+02:00 3:19 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/lockdowned-summertime/ Disaffected
I'm on time

Self-containing
Contemplating
I feel fine

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
So please, baby, don't you cry

Summertime
Happy on my mind

Drinking my wine
In my quarantine

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
So please, baby, don't you cry

Birds are singing
Rising in the sky

Easy morning
I guess I could fly

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
So please, baby, don't you die]]> Disaffected
I'm on time

Self-containing
Contemplating
I feel fine

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
So please, baby, don't you cry

Summertime
Happy on my mind

Drinking my wine
In my quarantine

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
So please, baby, don't you cry

Birds are singing
Rising in the sky

Easy morning
I guess I could fly

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
So please, baby, don't you die]]> 5810167 no no Thu, 28 May 2020 20:44:36 +0200 2020-05-28T20:44:36+02:00 4:19 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/bread-roses/ Lyrics :
As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing, "Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses."

As we come marching, marching, we battle, too, for men—
For they are women's children and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes—
Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses.

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for Bread;
Small art and love and beauty their trudging spirits knew—
Yes, it is Bread we fight for—but we fight for Roses, too.

As we come marching, marching, we bring the Greater Days—
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler—ten that toil where one reposes—
But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.

Cover Picture: Willy Ronis]]> Lyrics :
As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing, "Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses."

As we come marching, marching, we battle, too, for men—
For they are women's children and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes—
Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses.

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for Bread;
Small art and love and beauty their trudging spirits knew—
Yes, it is Bread we fight for—but we fight for Roses, too.

As we come marching, marching, we bring the Greater Days—
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler—ten that toil where one reposes—
But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.

Cover Picture: Willy Ronis]]> 5810168 no no Sun, 16 Feb 2020 12:27:08 +0100 2020-02-16T12:27:08+01:00 5:28 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/do-not-stand-at-my-grave-and-weep/ 5810169 no no Mon, 23 Dec 2019 01:29:53 +0100 2019-12-23T01:29:53+01:00 3:25 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/spring-in-war-time-le-temps-est-bon/
I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?

Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath--
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,
Gray Death?

Samples used in this song :
Parliament Funkadelic - Do That Stuff
Isabelle Pierre - Le Temps est bon
Mandrill - Two Sisters Of Mystery]]>
I feel the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--
Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?

The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?

Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath--
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,
Gray Death?

Samples used in this song :
Parliament Funkadelic - Do That Stuff
Isabelle Pierre - Le Temps est bon
Mandrill - Two Sisters Of Mystery]]> 5810170 no no Fri, 29 Nov 2019 18:13:39 +0100 2019-11-29T18:13:39+01:00 2:44 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/after-love/
Lyrics :
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

You were the wind I was the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

I hear you more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

But if the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

Samples :
Sliced Tomatoes by The Just Brothers
Misirlou by Dick Dale & The Del Tones (Pulp Fiction track)
The Who Who Song by Jackie Wilson]]>
Lyrics :
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

You were the wind I was the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

I hear you more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

But if the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

I hear you cry more and more
Seek for Beauty, she will
Fight with us against Death

I hang my head
Right now
All alone

Samples :
Sliced Tomatoes by The Just Brothers
Misirlou by Dick Dale & The Del Tones (Pulp Fiction track)
The Who Who Song by Jackie Wilson]]> 5810171 no no Mon, 21 Oct 2019 00:00:18 +0200 2019-10-21T00:00:18+02:00 3:21 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/there-will-come-soft-rain/
Lyrics :

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

We really cool
We are fool
We jazz june
We die soon

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone

We really cool
We are fool
We jazz june
We die soon]]>
Lyrics :

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

We really cool
We are fool
We jazz june
We die soon

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone

We really cool
We are fool
We jazz june
We die soon]]> 5810172 no no Sat, 05 Oct 2019 15:14:05 +0200 2019-10-05T15:14:05+02:00 2:40 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/answers-feat.-babygee/ 5810173 no no Tue, 17 Sep 2019 18:57:03 +0200 2019-09-17T18:57:03+02:00 4:42 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/all-colours-are-beautiful-feat.-norad-cole-the-vii-metzjnr-bradosanz/ Norad - Watch (https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/13386/watch-120bpm-hip-hop-acapella)
https://soundcloud.com/mc-norad
Cole The VII - C.R.A.Z.Y (https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/13452/cole-the-vii-c-r-a-z-y-127bpm-rap-acapella)
MetzJnr - Day Dream (https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/12863/day-dream-110bpm-rock-acapella)
BradoSanz - Don't Give In https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/12710/dont-give-in-hook-120bpm-indie-acapella=]]> Norad - Watch (https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/13386/watch-120bpm-hip-hop-acapella)
https://soundcloud.com/mc-norad
Cole The VII - C.R.A.Z.Y (https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/13452/cole-the-vii-c-r-a-z-y-127bpm-rap-acapella)
MetzJnr - Day Dream (https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/12863/day-dream-110bpm-rock-acapella)
BradoSanz - Don't Give In https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/12710/dont-give-in-hook-120bpm-indie-acapella=]]> 5810174 no no Mon, 19 Aug 2019 12:28:54 +0200 2019-08-19T12:28:54+02:00 3:28 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/suicide-in-the-trenches/
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Thanks to Björn for his great synths : https://www.fullbucket.de/music/vst.html]]>
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

Thanks to Björn for his great synths : https://www.fullbucket.de/music/vst.html]]> 5810175 no no Wed, 10 Jul 2019 20:54:01 +0200 2019-07-10T20:54:01+02:00 3:26 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/la-mort-des-amants/ Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Écloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.

Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux cœurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.

Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.

Charles Baudelaire

The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds round which light scents are wafted,
Divans which are as deep and wide as tombs;
Strange flowers that under brighter skies were grafted
Will scent our shelves with rare exotic blooms.
When, burning to the last their mortal ardour,
Our torch-like hearts their bannered flames unroll,
Their double light will kindle all the harder
Within the deep, twinned mirror of our soul.
One evening made of mystic rose and blue,
I will exchange a lightning-flash with you,
Like a long sob that bids a last adieu.
Later, the Angel, opening the door
Faithful and happy, will at last renew
Dulled mirrors, and the flames that leap no more.
Translation by Roy Campbell

Illustration : Xo Mox]]> Des divans profonds comme des tombeaux,
Et d'étranges fleurs sur des étagères,
Écloses pour nous sous des cieux plus beaux.

Usant à l'envi leurs chaleurs dernières,
Nos deux cœurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui réfléchiront leurs doubles lumières
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.

Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous échangerons un éclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout chargé d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidèle et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.

Charles Baudelaire

The Death of Lovers

We shall have beds round which light scents are wafted,
Divans which are as deep and wide as tombs;
Strange flowers that under brighter skies were grafted
Will scent our shelves with rare exotic blooms.
When, burning to the last their mortal ardour,
Our torch-like hearts their bannered flames unroll,
Their double light will kindle all the harder
Within the deep, twinned mirror of our soul.
One evening made of mystic rose and blue,
I will exchange a lightning-flash with you,
Like a long sob that bids a last adieu.
Later, the Angel, opening the door
Faithful and happy, will at last renew
Dulled mirrors, and the flames that leap no more.
Translation by Roy Campbell

Illustration : Xo Mox]]> 5810176 no no Thu, 13 Jun 2019 17:49:47 +0200 2019-06-13T17:49:47+02:00 3:32 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/desespoir/ 1790 - 1869
Le désespoir

Lorsque du Créateur la parole féconde,
Dans une heure fatale, eut enfanté le monde
Des germes du chaos,
De son oeuvre imparfaite il détourna sa face,
Et d'un pied dédaigneux le lançant dans l'espace,
Rentra dans son repos.

Va, dit-il, je te livre à ta propre misère ;
Trop indigne à mes yeux d'amour ou de colère,
Tu n'es rien devant moi.
Roule au gré du hasard dans les déserts du vide ;
Qu'à jamais loin de moi le destin soit ton guide,
Et le Malheur ton roi.

Il dit. Comme un vautour qui plonge sur sa proie,
Le Malheur, à ces mots, pousse, en signe de joie,
Un long gémissement ;
Et pressant l'univers dans sa serre cruelle,
Embrasse pour jamais de sa rage éternelle
L'éternel aliment.

Le mal dès lors régna dans son immense empire ;
Dès lors tout ce qui pense et tout ce qui respire
Commença de souffrir ;
Et la terre, et le ciel, et l'âme, et la matière,
Tout gémit : et la voix de la nature entière
Ne fut qu'un long soupir.

Levez donc vos regards vers les célestes plaines,
Cherchez Dieu dans son oeuvre, invoquez dans vos peines
Ce grand consolateur,
Malheureux ! sa bonté de son oeuvre est absente,
Vous cherchez votre appui ? l'univers vous présente
Votre persécuteur.

Montez donc vers le ciel, montez, encens qu'il aime,
Soupirs, gémissements, larmes, sanglots, blasphème,
Plaisirs, concerts divins !
Cris du sang, voix des morts, plaintes inextinguibles,
Montez, allez frapper les voûtes insensibles
Du palais des destins !

Du jour où la nature, au néant arrachée,
S'échappa de tes mains comme une oeuvre ébauchée,
Qu'as-tu vu cependant ?
Aux désordres du mal la matière asservie,
Toute chair gémissant, hélas! et toute vie
Jalouse du néant.

Des éléments rivaux les luttes intestines ;
Le Temps, qui flétrit tout, assis sur les ruines
Qu'entassèrent ses mains,
Attendant sur le seuil tes oeuvres éphémères ;
Et la mort étouffant, dès le sein de leurs mères,
Les germes des humains !

Héritiers des douleurs, victimes de la vie,
Non, non, n'espérez pas que sa rage assouvie
Endorme le Malheur !
Jusqu'à ce que la Mort, ouvrant son aile immense,
Engloutisse à jamais dans l'éternel silence
L'éternelle douleur !]]> 1790 - 1869
Le désespoir

Lorsque du Créateur la parole féconde,
Dans une heure fatale, eut enfanté le monde
Des germes du chaos,
De son oeuvre imparfaite il détourna sa face,
Et d'un pied dédaigneux le lançant dans l'espace,
Rentra dans son repos.

Va, dit-il, je te livre à ta propre misère ;
Trop indigne à mes yeux d'amour ou de colère,
Tu n'es rien devant moi.
Roule au gré du hasard dans les déserts du vide ;
Qu'à jamais loin de moi le destin soit ton guide,
Et le Malheur ton roi.

Il dit. Comme un vautour qui plonge sur sa proie,
Le Malheur, à ces mots, pousse, en signe de joie,
Un long gémissement ;
Et pressant l'univers dans sa serre cruelle,
Embrasse pour jamais de sa rage éternelle
L'éternel aliment.

Le mal dès lors régna dans son immense empire ;
Dès lors tout ce qui pense et tout ce qui respire
Commença de souffrir ;
Et la terre, et le ciel, et l'âme, et la matière,
Tout gémit : et la voix de la nature entière
Ne fut qu'un long soupir.

Levez donc vos regards vers les célestes plaines,
Cherchez Dieu dans son oeuvre, invoquez dans vos peines
Ce grand consolateur,
Malheureux ! sa bonté de son oeuvre est absente,
Vous cherchez votre appui ? l'univers vous présente
Votre persécuteur.

Montez donc vers le ciel, montez, encens qu'il aime,
Soupirs, gémissements, larmes, sanglots, blasphème,
Plaisirs, concerts divins !
Cris du sang, voix des morts, plaintes inextinguibles,
Montez, allez frapper les voûtes insensibles
Du palais des destins !

Du jour où la nature, au néant arrachée,
S'échappa de tes mains comme une oeuvre ébauchée,
Qu'as-tu vu cependant ?
Aux désordres du mal la matière asservie,
Toute chair gémissant, hélas! et toute vie
Jalouse du néant.

Des éléments rivaux les luttes intestines ;
Le Temps, qui flétrit tout, assis sur les ruines
Qu'entassèrent ses mains,
Attendant sur le seuil tes oeuvres éphémères ;
Et la mort étouffant, dès le sein de leurs mères,
Les germes des humains !

Héritiers des douleurs, victimes de la vie,
Non, non, n'espérez pas que sa rage assouvie
Endorme le Malheur !
Jusqu'à ce que la Mort, ouvrant son aile immense,
Engloutisse à jamais dans l'éternel silence
L'éternelle douleur !]]> 5810177 no no Tue, 28 May 2019 17:09:19 +0200 2019-05-28T17:09:19+02:00 5:24 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/funeral-blues/
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.]]>
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.]]> 5810178 no no Mon, 25 Mar 2019 23:51:06 +0100 2019-03-25T23:51:06+01:00 3:36 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/talking-cure-old-trouper-16-bits-master/ 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.]]> 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.]]> 2728432 no no Tue, 08 Jan 2019 18:03:24 +0100 2019-01-08T18:03:24+01:00 5:49 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/the-old-actor/ 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.]]> 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.]]> 5810180 no no Tue, 01 Jan 2019 19:32:01 +0100 2019-01-01T19:32:01+01:00 5:49 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/talking-cure-cinderella-16-bits-master/
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.]]>
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.]]> 2651107 no no Fri, 14 Dec 2018 11:45:04 +0100 2018-12-14T11:45:04+01:00 4:37 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/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.]]>
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.]]> 5810181 no no Thu, 13 Dec 2018 13:10:29 +0100 2018-12-13T13:10:29+01:00 4:37 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/talking-cure-johnny-i-hardly-knew-ya-master-16-bits/
When on the road to sweet Athy,
When on the road to sweet Athy,
When on the road to sweet Athy
A stick in the hand, A drop in the eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry
Johnny I hardly knew ya

Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ya run from me and the child
Johnny I hardly knew ya

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

Where are the legs we looked you run,
Where are the legs we looked you run,
Where are the legs that looked you run
But first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
You'll have to be left with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

I'm happy for to see ye home,
I'm happy for to see ye home,
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

]]>
When on the road to sweet Athy,
When on the road to sweet Athy,
When on the road to sweet Athy
A stick in the hand, A drop in the eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry
Johnny I hardly knew ya

Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Where are the eyes that looked so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ya run from me and the child
Johnny I hardly knew ya

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

Where are the legs we looked you run,
Where are the legs we looked you run,
Where are the legs that looked you run
But first you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
You'll have to be left with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

I'm happy for to see ye home,
I'm happy for to see ye home,
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

[Chorus:]
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya

]]> 2588163 no no Sat, 24 Nov 2018 18:10:57 +0100 2018-11-24T18:10:57+01:00 3:28 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/doggy-style-the-stooges-vs.-prodigy-vs.-the-exploited/
The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog (vocals)
The Exploited - Troops Of Tomorrow (Instrumental)
The Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up (Instrumental & vocals)]]>
The Stooges - I Wanna Be Your Dog (vocals)
The Exploited - Troops Of Tomorrow (Instrumental)
The Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up (Instrumental & vocals)]]> 5810188 no no Tue, 12 Jun 2018 19:35:26 +0200 2018-06-12T19:35:26+02:00 4:22 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/iron-blitz-digitalism-vs.-woodkid/
Woodkid - Iron (acapella & instrumental)
Digitalism - Blitz (instrumental)]]>
Woodkid - Iron (acapella & instrumental)
Digitalism - Blitz (instrumental)]]> 5810190 no no Tue, 08 May 2018 17:21:32 +0200 2018-05-08T17:21:32+02:00 3:26 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/our-darkness-is-gonna-save-us-anne-clark-vs.-leftfield-vs.-benny-benassi/
Leftfield - Shallow Grave (instrumental)
Benny Benassi - Love Is Gonna Save Us
Anne Clark - Our Darkness (A Capella)]]>
Leftfield - Shallow Grave (instrumental)
Benny Benassi - Love Is Gonna Save Us
Anne Clark - Our Darkness (A Capella)]]> 5810192 no no Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:38:23 +0200 2018-04-12T00:38:23+02:00 5:10 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/initial-truth-kate-tempest-vs.-serge-gainsbourg-feat.-dvorak/
Kate Tempest - The Truth (live acapella)
Serge Gainsbourg - Initials B.B. (instrumental loops)
Bulgarian Symphony Orchestra - Gainsbourg (Vie Héroïque) Soundtrack - Initials B.B. (instrumental)
Antonín Dvořák - Symphony No. 9 in E minor, "From the New World", Op. 95, B. 178, first movement (theme used by Serge Gainsbourg)]]>
Kate Tempest - The Truth (live acapella)
Serge Gainsbourg - Initials B.B. (instrumental loops)
Bulgarian Symphony Orchestra - Gainsbourg (Vie Héroïque) Soundtrack - Initials B.B. (instrumental)
Antonín Dvořák - Symphony No. 9 in E minor, "From the New World", Op. 95, B. 178, first movement (theme used by Serge Gainsbourg)]]> 5810194 no no Sun, 01 Apr 2018 23:31:57 +0200 2018-04-01T23:31:57+02:00 4:15 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/covered-n-money-future-vs.-mozart-feat.-schumann/
Future - Covered N Money (acapella)
Schumann String Quartet No.1 in A minor, Op.41 No.1 Scherzo - Zehetmair Quartet (loop)
W. A. Mozart, Requiem, VI. Confutatis (loop)
Morton Gould - Contest (intro)]]>
Future - Covered N Money (acapella)
Schumann String Quartet No.1 in A minor, Op.41 No.1 Scherzo - Zehetmair Quartet (loop)
W. A. Mozart, Requiem, VI. Confutatis (loop)
Morton Gould - Contest (intro)]]> 5810196 no no Sun, 25 Mar 2018 01:18:45 +0100 2018-03-25T01:18:45+01:00 3:06 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/one-thing-the-troggs-vs-public-enemy-vs-pierre-henry/
Public Enemy - One (acapella)
Pierre Henry et Michel Colombier - Psyché Rock (instrumental)
The Troggs - Wild Thing]]>
Public Enemy - One (acapella)
Pierre Henry et Michel Colombier - Psyché Rock (instrumental)
The Troggs - Wild Thing]]> 5810199 no no Sun, 04 Mar 2018 16:50:59 +0100 2018-03-04T16:50:59+01:00 4:21 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/funeral-blues-johnny-cash-vs-delta-spirit-vs-franz-schubert/
Johnny Cash - Ain't No Grave
Delta Spirit - Salt In The Wound
Schubert : Trio n°2, op. 100 Renaud Capuçon, Gautier Capuçon & Frank Braley
Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Schubert - Fantasia in F minor (Kissin, Levine)]]>
Johnny Cash - Ain't No Grave
Delta Spirit - Salt In The Wound
Schubert : Trio n°2, op. 100 Renaud Capuçon, Gautier Capuçon & Frank Braley
Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
Schubert - Fantasia in F minor (Kissin, Levine)]]> 5810200 no no Wed, 28 Feb 2018 14:23:31 +0100 2018-02-28T14:23:31+01:00 5:57 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/2013-05-09-revolution-master-16-bits/ 1616973 no no Sat, 04 Nov 2017 01:19:26 +0100 2017-11-04T01:19:26+01:00 2:34 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/variation-i/ 5810206 no no Sun, 19 Jul 2015 21:49:54 +0200 2015-07-19T21:49:54+02:00 1:00 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/talking-cure-alone/
Cover from Deviant Art : http://www.deviantart.com/art/Edgar-Allan-Poe-The-Raven-418960728]]>
Cover from Deviant Art : http://www.deviantart.com/art/Edgar-Allan-Poe-The-Raven-418960728]]> 5810207 no no Sat, 09 Aug 2014 00:00:50 +0200 2014-08-09T00:00:50+02:00 3:01 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/dejadme-sonar/ 5810208 no no Mon, 17 Mar 2014 23:33:58 +0100 2014-03-17T23:33:58+01:00 2:13 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/prelude/ 5810209 no no Sat, 15 Mar 2014 17:47:05 +0100 2014-03-15T17:47:05+01:00 1:21 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/electronic-hangover/ 5810210 no no Thu, 13 Mar 2014 23:33:53 +0100 2014-03-13T23:33:53+01:00 2:46 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/revolution/ 5810211 no no Wed, 23 Oct 2013 23:30:00 +0200 2013-10-23T23:30:00+02:00 2:34 https://hearthis.at/talking-cure-m1/la-victoria-es-nuestra/ 5810212 no no Sun, 06 May 2012 01:01:35 +0200 2012-05-06T01:01:35+02:00 3:33