Yassine Chelly

Dare to speak the holy words Then I shall make of you a prophet, A man, a valiant and plucky man A man who dares to defy A man who dares to thrive A man with honour But for now, you're a mere weakling Quivering beneath your fur coat Quivering before the aged eyes of an old man And do not try to deny it, do not try to delude me Because I know you Oh I know you, more than you'll ever know You see, Son I've been living in this cabin for fifty years now And I've seen all kinds of men And all kinds of women passing by But you're from the worst kind The kind that I execrate and loathe the most You're too proud of who you are You're too stuffed with self-love That some days or perhaps some nights It blinds you and sometimes you're too blind To even see that you're blind Now as you quiver, I can see your whole life, beliefs, ambitions And all the things you've built with your bare hands, Quivering too with you Right now Yes Right here Before me And I can see at some point of your life You began entitling yourself as an artist, didn't you ? But are you ? Are you really an artist, a vigorous creator ? Or are you just another trivial and paltry imitator Who seeks crowds and their unavailing appreciation ? Ô Son Aspire to become a god Aspire to become your own prophet Dare to walk beside men as a prophet Dare to stand before men as a prophet A prophet who seeks solely believers and their genuine love Eventually after years or maybe decades Perhaps you'll understand how to be true, How to be you ! And when you do Come Come to me again Then perhaps I shall make of you A man. ~ ~ Picture by Mari Lezhava

The idea behind this project was kinda a little fucked up, I had this idea of breaking boundaries between two arts so it's basically just me reading a poem that I wrote probably two months ago, then the drums, bass, guitar solo and stuff kick in. I played all the instruments, programmed the drums, mixed and mastered the song. And btw the picture is also mine, I took it two weeks ago, I just edited it a little bit on Lightroom. Also, the guitar solo was improvised, since the whole series Experiments is a series of experimental improvised music, the bass took 4 takes, the voice track took 6 takes but I chose the best 'cause I clearly couldn't read it properly x) To truly experience it, wear headphones and turn on the captions :)) 

"This is not a Love Song (Literally)" (Original Song)

I've heard 'em muttering about The calm before the storm But do they know that the Calm after the storm is more irritating ? More painful ? Harder to handle ? But maybe, they can handle It and I don't So the real question is How do they handle it ? How do they handle loneliness When everything that mattered Perished into that storm And now they're left, They're left all alone As a Sunday morning It's irritating and I'm full Of anger and I desire only revenge Because it seems like my week Is composed only of Saturdays Nights -the storms- and Sundays mornings -after the storms- And some days When the last usual and Loyal Muses Leave my head 'Cause my head closes at midnight And when the Devil is too busy With something else That He didn't even show up The whole night And then, there is no one but I, It is calm Way too calm I can't handle it. Also I can't help but hate The way they describe loneliness And all their pieces of advice "Embrace it" "Embrace it" They know no damn about it And these people, they're irritating too, Calm and annoying As a Sunday morning.

You don't look like a home, You don't look like a muse either 'Cause you inspire No art No beauty No love of creating You do inspire only Chaos and destruction. I've been dumb enough to compare you To a sun, ‘Cause you don't look like a sun either You're simply a human and still not that humane. But still, I demand your pardon, Sun For comparing a being to you For disgracing you, and involving you in a matter of mere mortals. I don't think that the wind Will bring your hair's scent back To me either The wind is too weary to travel such a long distance. And it doesn't reassure me That we are under the same Surly, gloomy sky and the same pale, weary stars 'Cause I have no desire to see You again. And damn you, Poets of modern age Damn you For selling me lies For romanticizing Sorrows and self-disgust Toxic relationships Toxic love Toxic attachment Toxic everything ! Hope you'll rot in hell And never touch a pen Again As well.

(Yassine Chelly)

A project that I’ve been working on, the sample is from the movie “Her”, the sample is the conversation between Theodore and Samantha after his date.