🎸 𝗝 𝗜 𝗠 🎙

I bought a 12-string for the first time in my life - had a little play around. I just love that ringing jangly sound. 
And repetitive mantric devotionals are great to listen to as well!

My Grace Is Enough (Brian Peters)

My grace is enough for you
My grace is enough for you
For all that you do
And all you go though
My grace is enough for you

Look A Little Higher (Brian Peters)

Look a little higher than your dreams
Look a little higher than your times
Look a little higher than your schemes
Look a little higher than your mind
Look a little higher than your will
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your power
Look a little higher than your plans
Look a little higher than your strength
Look a little higher than your hands
Look a little higher than your skill
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your silver
Look a little higher than your gold
Look a little higher than your barns
Look a little higher than your folds
Look a little higher than your fields
Keep on looking unto the hills

My Grace Is Enough • Look A Little Higher

38_ Rework Your Love - 1st release at MMJ 10 January 2023 (re-release at SoundCloud 17 Sept. 2023)

My very own rework to an untopable 90s raving Trance Pop anthem "Your Love" by Mark'Oh vs. John Davies! #trance #techno #edm

(produced with Music Maker JAM)

Rework Your Love

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

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

THE BOY - NEW MOON
Everything by THE BOY
Out on everywhere now❣
Listen on Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/4DXBz2wHbfVndgLZuF2FM3?si=enssh-eVSc2S-7p_h3YnnQ

I sang the feeling just like that I want to disappear. I expressed the feeling by comparing it to the new moon. 

*FREE DOWNLOAD on SC!
I HOPE YOU ENJOY & SPREAD THE WORD!*

NEW MOON

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

Who could blame them for being giddy?  They finally had him….got the mugshot, and in a few months he’d be tried & convicted, and best of all, out of their way for good.  Some may question their motives & methods, but hey, it was up to them to save democracy, right?  
******************* 
For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

My Lovesong To You

If i were a rich man
I'll tell what I'd do
I'd bring all my treasures to you
If I were the king
I could make you a queen
With a beautiful, crown on your head

But I aint got diamonds
And I aint got gold
My gifts coming straight from the heart
And this is my hymn to you
It's the best I can do
This is my lovesong to you

If I were a sailor
Out on the sea
The wind would send my love to you
No matter if you
Are so far away
I always, stand by you, some way

Years may go by
And the time my fly
But darling, my love never dies
And this is my hymn to you
It's the best I can do
This is my lovesong to you

(bouzouki solo)
(chorus2 repeat)

This is my hymn to you
It's the best I can do
This is my lovesong to you
This is my lovesong to you



Words and music written by Patrik Eriksson
Production and performance by Patrik Eriksson

My Lovesong To You

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Guitar, Keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering.
If you have the time.... Please repost!

**"Gold Boulevard"**

In the city of razor tongues and neon lights,
Where laughter hides the poison and the fights,
There walks a man with wry smile upon his face,
In a sardonic friendship, no one can trace.

Sardonic friendship, a dance of deceit,
A two-step of laughter, but hearts incomplete,
Fools Gold Boulevard, where the jesters reign,
In a world of illusions, we forever remain.

Beneath the facade of witty banter and charm
Lies a twisted allegiance, doing no harm
But the cynics and jokers, they understand
The allure of Fools Gold Boulevard's hand in hand.

Sardonic friendship, a dance of deceit
A two-step of laughter, but hearts incomplete
Fools Gold Boulevard, where the jesters reign
In a world of illusions, we forever remain

Solo

Beneath the surface, beneath the veils
Lies the truth we dare not to unveil
The bond of humor, the bond of pain
In Fools Gold Boulevard, we remain

So raise a toast to the friends we pretend
In the shadows of laughter, in the echoes of the end
Fools Gold Boulevard, a timeless masquerade
In this sardonic friendship, our secrets are laid

Gold Boulevard

Ancient Slavic Ritual was created as a result of an attempt to create Ancient Slavic Techno.

Ancient Slavic Ritual

Inertia

Written and recorded before breakfast. I  later re-did backing though and used subscription to re-upload 

Please let me let you down
I'm just a clown
My mind isn't sound 
It's known around town
Could you let me let you down?
Do let me lay about 
I've never been stout 
In my struggle with doubt 
Until I get gout
Please let me lay about 
Why don't we embrace love?
Why don't we embrace love?
Why don't we embrace love?
Embrace love
Would you let me let you lie?
Let your heart calcify 
I couldn't let myself comply 
Quite brave for a wise guy 
Would you let me let you lie?
Never could let you let me down
With words and deeds that confound
So let's wear a long gown 
And watch the sun going down 
Never never never let me let you down
Never let me let you down

Never Let Me Let You Down

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©Lyrics & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek 
(Main Content--Extra included:)
Title:
KISSING LIFE GOODBYE
___________________________________________________________________
VS 1: Puerile human functions' reduction. Body reversal progressing. How do you stay happy, when all of life's essence being sucked away? Would it really mattered what you did because you can't cheat death anyway?

VS 2: Feigned feelings & bold brazen state of decline congealing. We hustle against the metamorphosis craziness that we didn't ask to belong to the non-contingent alarm anyway. 

VS 3: Challenges all consist of what someone else doesn't think exists. One begins to feel like Beethoven in a race to hear the music he writes as his hearing disappears. Leaving him sense a bit of impending & agonizing fears, as he tries to maintain in front of his peers.

VS 4: Seems quite often trials & tribulations hurl their tests for duration. Leaving our original plans seemingly to the damned.

Bridge: Didn't ask for life to dump a load of things we don't foresee. Worn out & wound down, black clouds chasing.

VS 5: Old age comes a creeping. The inevitable has left us with tail spinning. Only to have flashbacks of when hours & days seem to be a like a fresh fledgling flourishing brightly by being in the field among the winning.

Aging Realization In Sonic Formation

Kissing Life Goodbye

Mysteries Under The Southern Cross

Black Sun Revival – Original Guitar-Driven Music with a Live Soul ⚡

Welcome to Black Sun Revival — a private collection of original music blending raw electric guitar, bass, and live vocals with atmospheric synths, MIDI drums, and cinematic orchestration. Every track is crafted to feel like a live session, recorded with Cubase, UAD Apollo Solo, Focusrite, Arturia Analog Lab, and the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

From dark grooves to radiant instrumentals, this channel is a sonic journey through modern rock, ambient textures, and post-cinematic soundscapes.

Closer To Me

All the Lovers on the Avenue

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Hello everyone! I've been here since July 2012. 
I hope you enjoy these songs. Thank you for listening!

A playlist: https://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel/sets/brian-peters-the-song-man
My Kids: https://soundcloud.com/levana-and-jehan-peters

Those I've collaborated with, or who have covered my songs:

http://soundcloud.com/johnny-minstrel
https://soundcloud.com/john-hollingum
http://soundcloud.com/cindyeichardt
http://soundcloud.com/johnson-ramm
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http://soundcloud.com/sunnidayz
http://soundcloud.com/pau-14
http://soundcloud.com/philipbridle
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http://soundcloud.com/chrisscheri
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https://soundcloud.com/jrcros
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https://soundcloud.com/joakimlartey
https://soundcloud.com/ofemi
https://soundcloud.com/chrisliving
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https://soundcloud.com/hilary-dirlam?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
https://soundcloud.com/the-celturian?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=0
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My Grace Is Enough • Look A Little Higher

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