In another time another place
We measure our progress through our disgrace
And danced in the halls knew who we were
Escaped the race and gave it away

Now we are set and running late
Hard to believe we lived so free
Bent in the way -the branch swings
Caught in the grace of the Byzantines

Mosaic of color helps escape
The beauty of art starts taking shape
Inspiring those from under its wing
this modern world is fleeting 
remembering days of creating
Byzantine dreams run through my head
Sometimes  I live there instead
 Beautiful locks of abstract gold
Perfect icons and frescos 

Living off the dreams of the Byzantines

Dreams of the Byzantines

Dreamsickle Pie

I had a dream, and I wrote this song not to forget it. 

Technical highlights: hand played bass, slightly odd riff on chorus (15/2) & some extra psychedelia.

Pic & sounds taken with my phone during a recent experience which could help me understand the dream, maybe…

Letra  /  Lyrics:

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)  /  NÍMOR (I don’t know where I am)

Entré en la sala sin hacer ruido,  /  I entered the room making no noise,
los pocos que vi eran desconocidos,  /  the few ones I saw were strangers,
busqué una cama que estuviera libre y dormí.  /  I looked for a spare bed and slept.

Al día siguiente no encontré mi sitio,   /  The following day I didn’t find my place,
todo estaba lleno de desconocidos,  /  the whole room was full of strangers,
me di la vuelta para salir y te vi.  /  I turned around to leave and I saw you.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …

La cama de al lado estaba vacía,  /  The bed at your side was empty,
y me preguntaste si la quería,  /  and you asked if I wanted it,
la quise y pronto nos hicimos amigos,  /  I did and soon we became friends,
desconocidos.  /  strangers.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …
Nímor, no sé qué pasa…  /  Nímor, I don’t know what’s going on...
Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...

Te pregunté “¿cómo se llama este sitio?”  /  I asked you "what’s the name of this place?"
y me contestaste que estaba contigo,  /  and you answered that I was with you,
y sin darme cuenta te quise mucho y dormí.  /  and unconsciously I loved you so and slept.

Ahora del sueño ya me he despertado,  /  Now from the dream I’ve already woken,
tu nombre lamento no haber preguntado,  /  your name I regret not having asked,
te llamaré como el sitio en que te conocí.  /  I’ll call you like the place where I met you.

Nímor (…)  /  Nímor (…)

ER27HC06 ©1995 ®2015

Honorable broadcast (34:47 - 40.00): http://jeffhickmott.podomatic.com/entry/2015-09-18T05_02_20-07_00

Nota para el oyente español: ninguna influencia de Chiquito de la Calzada en el título; lo pongo tal como lo soñé y punto.

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)

Wide Awake

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
A HAS BEEN NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

I'VE BEEN SEEN WITH NO SOUND
SHUFFLING WIND NOWHERE BOUND
I'VE BEEN LOST AND BABY I'VE BEEN FOUND

ONCE A KING TWICE A CLOWN
I'VE BEEN SNEAKING AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND

WHISPERING TO THE WIND 
LOVELY SWEET LITTLE NOTHINGS
SOMETIMES LOVE IS A SOLITARY THING

I'VE BEEN UP I'VE BEEN DOWN
I'VE BEEN FOOLING ALL AROUND
FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD TO THE GROUND





I'VE BEEN UP (Lyrics)

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Third track from "Cathedral of Ecstatic Sounds", a set of collab with Damga.

Cathedral of Ecstatic Sounds III - Dark Poetry of the Stars

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Pixel's Requiem Pt.1 (WIP)

Obsolete (From 'Can Helen Handle Herself')

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