bro this is FANTASTIC!! this is prob my fav i've heard from you so far! the vocals are INSANELY good! great mix too!

also the riffs are SICK! damn man.. great songwriting!

Amazing track! And Amazing vocal performance, Rob! Sounds incredible!

totally bad ass rob!!!! love the vocals!!!!! complete package man... great job brother!!!!

Ambiant. Fantastic. Ballad. 

Created with Music Maker Jam (vocals and music).

Thank you for your listening 🌸

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The call of water

Under My Umbrella

Through the heather my boots do pound 
Echoing thunder shakes the ground 
Kilted wrath my blade does gleam 
In my heart the warrior's dream

With a battle cry that shakes the sky 
Sword held high and fire in my eye 
Rushing forward where the brave men stand 
A Highland charge through this ancient land

Highlanders charge .mp3

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

Music Written and Performed by Ash Emile. 
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions'. 
Subject to copyright ©

Behind Closed Eyes

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)*

I Think You Know *

Vocal Production and Mixing - Eat the Trees

It took me a long time to do this one, and I put in the hard work and dedication to make it happen. Extra special Thanks to Eat The Trees.

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Neon veins across a rusted sky
The data weeps, the circuits start to die
Synthetic prayers fall flat and cold
No algorithm can save a soul

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
We are the end


Verse 2
Oceans rise with a frozen scream
Time unfolds like a broken dream
A paradise we forged in flame
Now no one's left to speak its name

Pre-Chorus
Circles spiral into dust (We traded truth for mirrored lies)
Faith corroded into rust (Then watched the sun implode inside our eyes)
History repeats with sterile grace 
A mirror cracked across all space

Chorus
We find the truth we left behind
No light, no gods, no grand design
Just echoes in a dead skyline
Collapse becomes our only friend
This is the END

THIS IS THE END!

The End

Brave and Unbowed

Steel Pulse Highway

[Verse 1 – Low and restrained]
I built walls out of bone and shame,
Held the mirror, still blamed the flame.
Told myself it was all outside,
But the rot's been growing deep inside.

It whispers smooth with a voice like mine,
Carves old wounds on a brand-new spine.
I wear calm like a funeral suit,
But the war don’t stop when the drums go mute.

[Chorus – Heavy, marching rhythm with layered vocals]
🎤 I don’t fear the dark, I fear shadows like mine,
They walk like me, breathe in time.
You can chain the world, you can torch the sky—
But what do you do when you’re the lie?
Shadows like mine—they never die.

[Verse 2 – Faster tempo, more aggressive delivery]
I swallowed silence like broken glass,
Smiled through pain, let the poison pass.
Bled for peace, screamed in code,
Buried truth in a six-foot mode.

But it still finds me in the mirror’s face,
Still grins with that old disgrace.
Still wraps around my breath like smoke—
Still chokes.

[Bridge – Spoken growl over a dissonant riff]
You can’t kill what you won’t confront.
You can’t bury what still hunts.
I ain’t scared of death.
I’m scared of what I survive.

[Breakdown – Slow, stomping]
🎤 THESE… ARE…
SHADOWS… LIKE…
MINE.
🪓 (snare/guitar stabs between each word)

[Final Chorus – Add chaos layer behind]
🎤 I don’t fear the dark, I fear shadows like mine,
Twisting inside, counting time.
Can’t outrun what I never fought—
This soul’s a cage that I forgot.
Shadows like mine—I hear them pray…
…and they wear my name.

Shadows Like Mine

Hello, I’m Rob, or BOB! lol!
One man band: I play Guitar, Bass, Vocals, and program Drums (Extinction Level Event by Spectre Digital)

I’ve been playing guitar since I was 13.
I've played guitar, and enjoyed performing in a few bands over the years.
Now I’m finally trying out making tracks from home, solo. 
I'll be uploading finished tracks with vocals as soon as they're completed. Technology has been very kind to music, and the home studio recording world. 
There is much to learn, so I’ll keep cranking out demos and eventually make them more professional sounding with more time and learning. 
If anyone is interested is collaborating or chatting music, please don’t hesitate to reach out. 
I want to build relationships and know people for who they are, and not just what they play.

Rob Quinn

The End

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