Name: Love At Last by John Dyhouse
Duration: 4 min 14 s
Description: I worked hard on this lyric, so was looking for a high quality production from Suno, however I think that under some circumstances v4.5 is producing shimmer again. It is almost like a low volume string/keyboard backing - perhaps it is? But Suno certainly brings out the anthemic vibes on this track, hope you like it.

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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

Tendre

Trying to keep it cool after choking on a mushroom

Choked on a mushroom

This is the first in a series of eight easy, acoustic, rather short and inconclusive tracks, which I’ve assembled by working on new and reworking on some old material adding parts and sounds. 
Will anything actually happen in the end? Unlikely. Definitely not here. Here it’s a montage of bare arpeggios in various keys.
I recorded this some weeks ago: sorry about the guitar sound, the string squeak is a bit too much; now, I hope to have fixed that investing in a better and more expensive set of strings.

Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Female vocals are courtesy by Edm - Silk Vocal Samples.
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, July 15.

In case nothing happens - part 1 (night)*

with lyrics by my friend Geoffrey, I prepared this danceable rhythm, hope you like it🤷🙋🏻‍♂️🍦⛱


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Quando è andato tutto via (feat.G.Master).mp3

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyrics : Janne Hennie

I'm a little woman in little town
I'm mostly happy, and a little down
But I'm ain't too small for myself

Chorus:
I´m a little blue, I'm a little white
I make the little big, with a little fight
A little in my heart
A little in my head
Small is big instead

2:
Sometimes i feel a little out of place
A little restless, with a little need for space
But I don't need space from myself

Chorus....

3:
I´m a little wild, I'm a little calm
A little stubborn, does a lot on my own
But I'm aint too Wild for myself

Chorus.....

4
I´m a little crazy, I'm a little wise
Tend to dream a little, and fantasize..
But I'm aint too crazy for myself...

Chorus

Chorus..... :)

Small Is Big

To Be Blessed

SOON to move to Bandcamp as an album or you can find it as a playlist on listen in it's proper order athttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image (showing this very poem on sheets of paper, in voynich minds): Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

while I was snoozing in the scalar field
i dreamed about a maple staff
with inlaid gold and bone and sacred glyphs
it began to sing in delightlful shades of blue

like sky and water and turtle shells
and peels of strings of bells, wrapped around the waists
of woman dancing veiled in skanes of silk, all red and black
and oranges from the amazon
that orange meat, so juicy sweet!

a blade already broken, a token of persuasion
lving in the last creation
the actor trying out for all the parts
better some than others
clarity is something seldom found
just like reason, overrated
turn that little voice off in your head, he said -

redeem it when you find it if you're able. then forget it
then forget it for the favor of a lover
while the mother of redemption stands at attention
did I mention the monster, he's an alien
with eyes like fire, a liar and a loner

a believer a retriever with a pagan predilection
basking and engulfed in the sunlight and the scented artificial flowers
of he valley in the meadow where she's waiting
with the golden sunlight and mountain flowers in her auburn hair
writing letters to her lovers in the air;;-

the scalar field pt 7 astral yeast- with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

I worked hard on this lyric, so was looking for a high quality production from Suno, however I think that under some circumstances v4.5 is producing shimmer again. It is almost like a low volume string/keyboard backing - perhaps it is? But Suno certainly brings out the anthemic vibes on this track, hope you like it.

Love At Last

All My AI assisted songs are free to download.

I have been writing songs since1959 until the present. As a songwriter, I am more than happy with the wide range of songs I have written over the years. But my musical skills are quite limited and the early demos on Souncloud are of me singing  and accompanying myself on guitar or latterly ukulele. I can strum the strings well enough, but there my skills end.

Recently I discovered Suno AI and the results astounded me. I could finally produce demos of my songs to be proud of. I am currently going thru my catalogue of songs and producing AI assisted demos. I know many musicians turn away from AI but it has a place for me. There is no other way I could have obtained some 300 demos to this level. I do not and do not intend to look for any reward except the satisfaction that hearing my own songs gives me.

I am still writing and hope to have many more years of songs left in me, Enjoy if you can and I would love to hear your comments on the tracks, if the music moves you at all.

Love At Last

John Dyhouse

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