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Quand on a la tête comme un bloc-note et qu'en plus on est resté un enfant avec tout son imaginaire et sa folie , cela donne une chanson amusante réalisée par deux copains qui ont 112 ans à tous les deux ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔ !!! Contient des rimes en " otte et oque " pour ceux qui sont allergiques 😈
Compositeur/Musicien : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur-Mélodiste/Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
When your head's like a notepad and you're still a child with all your imagination and craziness, you get a fun song by two friends who are both 112 years old ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔!!! Contains "otte et oque" rhymes for those who are allergic 😈
Composer/Musician: Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter/Melodist/Vocals: Guillaume DULER
Vocalist : Sylvie TIRET

Lyrics:
Dans mon bloc-note
Je dénote sans fautes
Comme un Don Quichotte
J'ai la tête qui flotte
Dans mon bloc-note
Ça funk et ça rock
Je change d'époques
Saute mouton saute !
Dans mon bloc-note
Je casse mes menottes
Je m'échappe du bloc
Les gardiens s'en moquent

Capitaine à docks
Sauve mes bébés phoques
Ma banquise part en flotte
Mon climat perd la note

Dans mon bloc-note
De bric et de broc
Pensées en bougeotte
Cerveau sans jugeotte
Dans mon bloc-note
L'araignée débloque
J'suis pas seul mon pote
On est en colloc 
Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des anecdotes
Remplies de coyotes
A l'allure glauque

Capitaine à docks
J'en perds mes dreadlocks
J'tombe dans les compotes
Je veux sortir de ma grotte

Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des phrases idiotes
Qui sont sans culottes
Petites patriotes
Dans mon bloc-note
J'suis pas un despote
Tous les mots me bote
Même les équivoques
Dans mon bloc-note
Je suis astronaute
Un peu cosmonaute
Même taikonaute

Capitaine à docks
Ouvre moi ta porte
Ma valise en plastoc
A reçu trop de chocs

Dans mon bloc-note
Des mémos en stocks
Les yeux à la coke
Je voudrais dire STOP !

In my notepad
I write without mistakes
Like a Don Quixote
My head is floating
In my notepad
It's funk and rock
I change eras
Jump sheep jump!
In my notepad
I break my handcuffs
I escape from the block
The guards don't care

Captain to the docks
Save my baby seals
My ice floe floats away
My climate loses its note

In my notepad
Of odds and ends
Thoughts on the move
Brains without gumption
In my notepad
The spider unlocks
I'm not alone, buddy
We're roommates 
In my notepad
There are anecdotes
Filled with coyotes
With a gloomy look

Captain of the docks
I'm losing my dreadlocks
I'm falling in the compotes
I want to get out of my cave

In my notepad
There are some silly phrases
That have no panties
Little patriots
In my notepad
I'm no despot
I'm not a despot
Even equivocations
In my notepad
I'm an astronaut
A little cosmonaut
Even a taikonaut

Captain of the docks
Open your door
My plastic suitcase
Has received too many shocks

In my notepad
Memos in stock
Coke in my eyes
I'd like to say STOP!

© Philippe SEGUINARD & Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Bloc-Note 📔  (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

Five-O'clock Fever

Recording of a performance in South Beach Miami

Live From South Beach Miami

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Thanks MaeDali
https://soundcloud.com/maedali?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Wait and See BY ZITOU ITOU & MAEDALI

Beat production - Dive Bar Liars
Verse 1 - Fat Pockets
Verse 2 - Cassius King
Verse 3 - CALiFORNiA

Mixed and mastered by Fat Pockets.

This is a Mega Royal production.

The Bad Guys feat. Cassius King & CALiFORNiA

Image created by me.
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Tezcatlipoca's Requiem

Ring Of Light (2008)

Dirty little thoughts

Those special headlines which did not get the attention they may should have gotten ... or not :p

- - - all related articles can be found below the lyrics - - -

The lyrics of this week:
Glow the jack-o-lanterns, midnight on the street,
Ghosts in city alleys, dance with our heartbeat.
Laugh at the shadows, hear the midnight ring,
Trick or treat worldwide — let the weirdness sing.

In Los Angeles a comedian scares her boyfriend each dawn,
Five morning costumes—clown, Jigsaw, Edward Scissor-arms drawn.
He wakes with terror, she grins in delight, viral for the fright.
That’s US Halloween play, twisted fun under daylight.
In Paris the “Red Balloon” stunt creeps across the metro line,
Pennywise pop-ups in Madrid, Singapore, Sydney night so fine.
Five continents gasped, horror marketing gone global wide,
Scare-tourists love the jump-scare, photo-bombing the vibe.

Boo in the groove, moonlight moves,
Ghosts got rhythm and the witches approve.
Snap with the bats, shake with the ghouls,
Freaks on the beat, yeah we bend all the rules.
Trick, treat, heartbeat boom,
Pumpkin bass drops fill the room.
Laugh through the fear, groove through the fright,
Halloween worldwide — we own the night!

On the Isle of Man the “original Halloween” holds bonfires by the sea,
Turnip lanterns, ghost dog tails, folklore runs free.
Castletown’s Witches Mill whispers secrets of the night,
Haunted bridges, fairy legend scenes—haunt your mind till daylight.
In Glasgow a carnival moves its location, spook factor turned up three,
Spooktacular by the Clyde, rides and ghouls by the quay.
Families flock to Ferris-wheels under spectre light,
Creepy giggles, ghostly fog—October’s prime delight.

Boo in the groove, moonlight moves,
Ghosts got rhythm and the witches approve.
Snap with the bats, shake with the ghouls,
Freaks on the beat, yeah we bend all the rules.
Trick, treat, heartbeat boom,
Pumpkin bass drops fill the room.
Laugh through the fear, groove through the fright,
Halloween worldwide — we own the night!

Costume change every morning, from clown to puppet terror, love and horror fused in daylight,
Red balloons drifting over five continents, Pennywise smiled at you but said ‘goodnight’.
Turnips carved on isle of myth, fairy bridges whisper in the dusk, ancient spirits dance on the sea,
Glasgow’s carnival moves to riverside, ghosts ride rollercoasters with kids in glee.”

Boo in the groove, moonlight moves,
Ghosts got rhythm and the witches approve.
Snap with the bats, shake with the ghouls,
Freaks on the beat, yeah we bend all the rules.
Trick, treat, heartbeat boom,
Pumpkin bass drops fill the room.
Laugh through the fear, groove through the fright,
Halloween worldwide — we own the night!

Week 44 spun its ghost tale—funny freaked, globally scaled.
From LA wake-ups, to mythic isles, to clowns in Paris-miles.
We laugh at the fright, we join the light,
Halloween’s global rap—spooky, silly, tight.


Links:
https://people.com/woman-wakes-up-boyfriend-in-halloween-costumes-exclusive-11840299
https://ew.com/pennywise-pops-up-globally-to-scare-up-some-welcome-to-derry-viewers-11835406
https://www.thesun.ie/sun-club/15938441/travel-halloween-aer-lingus-island-dublin-flights/
https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/money/15267113/major-halloween-carnival-new-glasgow-location/

NewsHop - week 44 of 2025

Don't worry, friends, 90% of my replies to your comments are deleted on their own (with the help of SC)... but I appreciate your messages and I'm listening to you.

Thanks to all my friends who agreed to lend their voices and their texts.
In alphabetical order (And out of gallantry...Ladies first):

Albert Paule
Special Cecilia
Wildsilences
Epicsoundtracks
Frawstakwa
Gommearababic
Ian Greaves (IPG1)
Jumpingbunny
Maedali
Marty Andersson
Monsieur Madeleine
Wonie Z

Je dois aussi remercier Eric Miller qui m'a donné le goût de me lancer dans l'EDM et ses conseils m'ont été des plus précieux. Eric Miller est un compositeur très estimé pour son talent de mélodiste. Il a produit un album chez pomme music en 1995, a coécrit avec     Jean- Loup Dabadie, a collaboré avec Michel Berger, Jean-PierreJaniaud, Hervé Roy, Hervé Leduc, etc... Il collabore à Performing Arts et assiste régulièrement Sarah Sanders. 

https://soundcloud.com/ericmillercompositeur?utm_source=clipboard&utm_m
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