That kick in at 1:40 made my fur rise 👋🎧👋

Wow, this is just divine 🤍 Captivating and powerful emotions conveyed throughout

Awesome track & the whole EP is great 🔥❤️👏

Fantastic track, Chris! I love the sounds you were able to achieve with Arturia's MicroFreak and their contrast to Soft Piano. Awesome soudscape!

Song by Tony Harell recorded at Buck's Place studio.

Son Of A Gun

Si l'on pouvait ne pas vieillir dans cette course contre le temps et retourner à la ligne de départ ... Bref faire un faux départ .😊
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
J'ai beau marcher à contre sens
De la rotation de la Terre
Y'a rien à faire mon âge avance
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je brûle tous les calendriers
Je fête pas mes anniversaires
J'ai beau condamner les années
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

Je n'aime pas trop les lendemains
C'est aujourd'hui que je préfère
Je compte pas mes heures enfin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je mets des crèmes à reculer
Un peu de printemps sur l'hiver
Des mensonges sur la vérité
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

J'ai peur quand on dit « à demain ! »
Je voudrais qu'on dise «  à hier ! »
Alors j'prie pour un jour sans fin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
J'aimerais bien tuer le temps
Il est immortel rien à faire
Prendre le temps de temps en temps
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

I may walk against the direction
From the rotation of the Earth
There's nothing my age can do
It doesn't work, on the contrary
I burn all the calendars
I don't celebrate my birthdays
No matter how I condemn the years
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn around
Hide behind somewhere
To be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I don't really like tomorrows
It's today that I prefer
I'm not counting my hours at last
It's not working, quite the opposite
I'm putting on creams
A little spring over winter
Lies on the truth
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn back
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I'm afraid to say "see you tomorrow".
I'd like someone to say "see you yesterday".
So I pray for a day without end
It doesn't work, quite the opposite
I'd like to kill time
It's immortal, nothing to do
Take the time once in a while
It doesn't work, on the contrary

How far away the starting line is
If we could turn around
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD 2022

Faux départ (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

A track about nothing, a track about everything.

HYPNOTYZE

The last track from my Echoes From The Wastelands EP!

Apart from the piano this track was created using only the Arturia Microfreak Synth.

Plugins used:
Spitfire Audio Labs - Soft Piano
Line 6 Helix Native for the modulation effects

Cover photo generated by A.I

Sunlight Through An Ashen Sky

make our love (iowtfy)' X One Man Verity Show

Scotty: lyrics, vocals
Heather: music


I can't help from being inside of your head.
From when you wake until when you go to bed.
I'm never quite certain of everything that's said.
I'd rather shut the fuck up and make love instead. 

So let's go make our love, babe.
I only want to fuck you.

make our love (iowtfy)X One Man Verity Show

H-Fine Specimen

song about a  past neighborhood  tragedy....happens everywhere , all the time I figure... sad things.. bad things..

Lost Horizon

Solo standing street light shine                                     Your hands reaching out to mine
Floating up through the evening skies
Just like hail and gentle rain
Love is soft, but love is pain
and hard to find under our thin disguise

Cause now that you’re gone                                         
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon is fading to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
they know I’m no good

Welcome to this land of shit
Head is pounding, eyes are lit
Falling down to meet my gin-soaked master
Empty bottles line the floor
Brimstone shackles on the door
Once a child now a lonely bastard

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood
Cops at the door 
I know I’m no good

Shots through the window     
The smoke starts to rise         
And I'm floating so far away   
The look in their eyes             
They can't  touch me              
There’s nothing to say            

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
They know I’m no good
I know I’m no good




Lost Horizon

song about Allen Ginsberg

soundclips from AG reading parts of  his poem Howl

Drunken Dumbshow  

Holy, holy, we're holy
This land of prayer and restraint 
Weapon born from society 
An insect stuck in the paint 
Hospital laugh with appended smile
True lust to fake the faint
A faint hope that's close to nothing at all
But it's something for the people who ain't 

Beat down, strung out, colorful, crazy
The weight of the world is love
In the end, it is enough
In the end, it has to be enough 
Broken mother, father 
Like the rest of us fallen ones
On the streets we Howl and run

Kaddish, death convention 
Now he's the King of May
The long hair of Adam
His cosmic beard at play
To ease the pain of living
The work will set you free
That was the message he breathed 
The politics of ecstasy 

Beat down, strung out, colorful, crazy
The weight of the world is love
In the end, it is enough
In the end, it has to be enough 
Broken mother, father 
Like the rest of us fallen ones
On the streets we Howl and run

Poet, pilgrim, sacrilege 
Buddhist, lover, anarchist 
5 to 1, he is on their list 
Acid-dropping dreamer, God's pharmacist 
All else is
Drunken dumbshow







Drunken Dumbshow

Starting to lose your mind after 4 days with no sleep

Fractured Reality

ASMODEUS. 

A MECHANIZED MAYHEM PRODUCTION.

ASMODEUS

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