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Doof doof, motherfucker 
When I come you’re going oof oof
I be smoking on the poof poof poof
Then I’m mining down your roof roof roof
I’ll be laying down the truth truth
It’s time for the fucking doof doof, motherfucker
Doof Doof

Ay, I’m self-made baby
Hella famous, I make them jealous
This the menace that fucks with the order 
And no deodorants can hide the stench, it’s over man
Oh, the sanction’s there? 
Bitch, we’re united like Manchester
It’s about time, we’ve had this vision
Didn’t just start it, we practiced it
And that’s just half of this shit
The other half’s deep where you can’t witness
And the fact is this, that and the third 
And the fourth and the fifth and the eighty eighth 
This shit is getting very crazy
Keep spending every day in daydreams
Please baby let me get in there
See, I’ve been getting there with every pay shift
Been making every bed
It pains me to see every bitch in there
It can’t be the thing that will help me lay and get sleep too
Don’t tell me that it’s too soon
I’m in love with the night
And every new moon our plans collide
And God decides that who’s who
And if I decide then I decide 
That lose lose ain’t what it’s all about

It’s got the doof doof, motherfucker 
When I come you’re going oof oof
I be smoking on the poof poof poof
Then I’m mining down your roof roof roof
I’ll be laying down the truth truth
It’s time for the fucking doof doof, motherfucker
Doof Doof

Doof Doof

NIGHT FLOWER

Before the Storm

Contemplation

Entre la peur et le courage que ferions nous si nous devions choisir un camp .
Between fear and courage, what would we do if we had to choose sides?

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Pour une vraie salope combien d'amoureuses
dont le crane rasé portait la croix gammée
sous les rires vengeurs d'une foule odieuse
d'un peuple libéré suant la lâcheté

Pour un patriote combien de collabos
ont fait sonner les cloches de la liberté
sombre chant d'amnésie ou douloureux échos
mais soufflé par un vent chargé de lourds secrets

pour une rébellion combien de soumissions
dans un pays rongé par les rats de l'histoire
ils ont crié leur haine à la libération
cela même dénonçaient les humbles de la gloire

Pour un juste oublié combien de faux héros
Justiciers de papiers bataillons d'aboyeurs
Fossoyeurs d'innocents vipères de bistrot
Résistant de la dernière heure

Moi qu'aurais je été en ces temps là
Qu'aurais je fait sauver mon âme ou ma peau
Lâche ou héros...

For a real slut how many lovers
whose shaven heads bore the swastika
under the vengeful laughter of an odious crowd
of a liberated people sweating cowardice

For one patriot, how many collabos
rang the bells of freedom
a dark song of amnesia with painful echoes
but blown by a wind laden with heavy secrets

for one rebellion, how many submissions
in a country eaten away by the rats of history
they shouted their hatred at liberation
that even denounced the humble of glory

For a just forgotten how many false heroes
Paper vigilantes Battalions of barkers
Grave-diggers of innocent bar vipers
Resistance fighters of the last hour

What would I have been in those days
What would I have done to save my soul or my skin
Coward or hero...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER  Février 2025

Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

sat down and wrote the some lyrics first for this one. did an acoustic sing and play track then added drums bass and lead.. a special thanks to heart house and the new kindness for commenting on the first draft of this song. 

the reason

OWEN STAGG HE IS VERY PUNCTUAL
JUST LIKE ME
ALWAYS CARRIES A STONE IN HIS POCKET 
SO DO I

AND WE BOTH AGREE THAT HERB STRIPPER
WOULD BE THE RIGHT NAME FOR A KITCHEN DRAG ACT`
but
I AM NOT OWEN 
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
DODECAPHONIQUE
YES HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

HE HAS A GREAT DISPLAY OF JUMPERS AND CARDIGANS 
ME I DON’T
HE IS GOOD AT CHESS AND SAXOPHONE (IN A CUPBOARD)
MOI NON PLUS

HE KNOWS SO MANY THINGS I DON’T, LIKE THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN FRENCH AND GERMAN BOW STROKES

I AM NOT OWEN
OWEN IS UNIQUE
QUITE A SPECIMEN
EN PATAPHYSIQUE
HE’S ONE OF A KIND
UN VRAI GENTLEMAN

ME WHAT DO I KNOW ABOUT WARM HUGS AND OLIVES
RIEN DU TOUT
BUT OWEN HE FEARS A BAD BBQ PIZZA 
I DO TOO

HELLO HELLO, HELLO OWEN CAN’T HEAR YOU ME
I CAN’T HEAR YOU
OH MAN YOU’RE SO DIFFICULT TO CONVERSE WITH
ON THE PHONE



I AM NOT OWEN (Lyrics) song for Owen

Original
I first sang this about a year ago. But it was with a little bad English and bad sound, so I tried again :)
Vocals and Lyrics by me
Music made in Garageband


Lyrics:

1
They said she was a temptress
That she would seduce all men
She had a bad reputation
And not a single friend...

2
She had a perfect body
Nice make up on her face
Always so stylishly dressed
But the women called her trash...

Chorus:
She was exposed to jealousy
Was never taken seriously
She was way to pretty
In a world full of jealousy

3
All the men loved her
The way she moved and looked
But the women hated her
Was afraid their men would get hooked...

4
She tried to tone it down
The nice clothes and make up were thrown
But no matter what she did
She was still way to pretty...

Chorus x 2:
She was exposed to jealousy
Was never taken seriously
She was way to pretty
In a world full of jealousy

In a world full of jealousy...

In a world full of jealousy...

Jealousy   (Original ,Remix)

A distant call in gentle waves,
lost between space and time.
The silence carries hidden songs,
a whisper from eternity.

Carry me away, oh gentle stream,
where no shadow lingers.
Lead me where dreams live,
where the soul hurries home.

The wind tells of old paths,
that no one dares to tread anymore.
The earth breathes silent names,
that time held in its hands.

Carry me away, oh gentle stream,
where no shadow lingers.
Let me fall, deep into silence,
where the light divides the morning.

… take me with you…
through time…

Fluss der Zeit.m4a

Vidéo par Muette : https://youtu.be/TirWU1LibgI

By The Way             (Translated after the French text )
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

T’as vu, d’puis quelques temps,
J'te prends plus dans mes bras.
Lorsque tu rentreras,
Tu trouv'ras dans l'frigo
Un gigot piqué d'ail.
By the way, faut qu'j'm’en aille.

Je s'rai plus là dimanche
Mais embrasse tes parents
Qui m'aimaient bien je crois.
Dis-leur qu'c'est moi qui flanche,
Que c'est moi la méchante.
By the way, je m'en vais,

Avec le minimum,
Sans meubles et puis sans homme
Aux angles obtus et durs.
Je m'en vais habiter
Une maison sans murs.
By the way, j'en suis sûre.

Le linge est repassé,
La vaisselle est rangée.
Je n'ai pas su ôter
La petite poussière
Qui t'avait recouverte.
By the way, j’fais place nette.

J'ai beaucoup réfléchi
Mais tes mots sont du bruit
Qui ne frappent plus au cœur
Mais seul'ment au tympan
Et je sais qu'il est temps.
By the way, il est l’heure.

By The Way

You've seen, for a while now,
I can't hold you anymore.
When you come home
You'll find in the fridge
A leg of lamb spiked with garlic.
By the way, I've got to go.

I won't be here on Sunday
But give your parents a kiss
I think they liked me.
Tell them I'm the one who's flinching,
I'm the bad guy.
By the way, I'm leaving,

With the bare minimum,
No furniture and no man
With hard obtuse angles.
I'm going to live
A house without walls.
By the way, I'm sure of it.

The laundry is ironed,
The dishes are put away.
I haven't been able to remove
The little dust
That covered you.
By the way, I'm tidying up.

I've thought a lot
But your words are noise
That no longer strike at the heart
But only to the eardrum
And I know it's time.
By the way, it's time

By The Way  avec Muette

freestyle lyrics and instruments

former Silicon Valley engineer, walked away from the corporate world to live dreams.


Success is not happiness, happiness is success.  



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it speaks in silence.  

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