This picture reminds me of Boris Johnson, our x prime minister. Fantastic story & song

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A live recording from around 1983,when Alien were a very popular local band It's from an old cassette tape, so the sound is pretty bad but does improve as it goes along.
 Alien were: Vocals.  Derek Storey ... Guitar. Ronnie Anderson ... Bass. Terry (Tex) Flynn ... Drums. Kenny Mckie (me). Sadly, I am the only surviving member of the band.
There is a studio recording of one of the tracks on YouTube and spotify ... Alien. Could Have Done Better ... NEAT RECORDS

Alien  Live, from the early 1980s

This is an old traditional Malagasy song,
we did for you 

Kitana on vocals 
Rina on piano

Mifankatiava ihany
Raha mbola velona aina
Tsy misy toy izany ny mampifaly saina

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina re

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina

Koa raha tsy fotoana ela
No hipetrahana eto
Andeha re
Andeha re mba hifamela
Andeha hifamela mba tsy harahin-tsento
Mba tsy harahin-tsento
Andeha re(Andeha re)
Mba hifamela
Mba tsy arahin-tsento

tranlation:
Let’s love one another
While we are still alive
There’s nothing more joyful than that for the soul

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

So if our time here
Is not for long
Let us go
Let us go and forgive each other
Let us forgive, so no sorrow remains
So no sorrow remains
Let us go (Let us go)
To forgive
So sorrow won’t follow

Cover Solika - Mifankatiava ihany | by Kitana and Rina

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Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

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

Heartache In My Levi's

Special thanks to Cecilia for her a cappella ...of which I modified the tone in order to fit perfectly with my arrangement and atmosphere

EQUALITY FOR ALL.  🎧

Night on Earth (Rehearsal)

on your mark

get ready to

cannonball

into the blue



after swimming

sparkle all around you

catch the sound

breakers breaking



stop the boat

get ready to

pick a spot

to slip into



after swimming

as the sunlight bakes you

summer sips

on a sand dune



after swimming

after swimming

come swimming

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image by Leandro Crespi via Unsplash

After Swimming

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

in an accent long unspoken
in an ancient dialect
curses, blessings, symbols, token
the janitor, the architect
born to care and to dissect
and dream the dream of the unwoken

like a bird within a flight of thought
falling upwards, held within
an endless tunnel copper-wrought
bats, the arching acrobats and next of kin
to passage-dwellers of the interim
who cuddle up head-down and midnight-fraught

about to take flight to the light
like a silent spell and serpent word
burning brightly in the night
like a river’s moon shedding a midnight beam
sheathing the last, unseeing and unseen
sheathing the last remaining sword

scalar field pt 6: Toltec Heath--With Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

'ghetto falsetto' with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac 

Isaac and the apple:
Mac: music, lyrics and vocals
Harmful/Shane: lyrics, vocals, backups 

one man verity show:
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, backups, art 

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto 

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto 

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

ghetto falsetto (with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac)

#country #country pop #outlaw country #crow

Crow

Peckerwoody has relented to record company pressure and has released the ballad, a tender love song about a one night stand in Atlanta that wasn't that great.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Met her in Buckhead on a Friday night,
Hotel neon casting soft red light.
Sweet tea and vodka in her painted hand,
Me with a craft beer, trying to understand.
She spoke of being an extra on Walking Dead,
And Bobbi Gentry songs running through her head.
I held my tongue when the talk got near,
Politics could spoil a view so clear.

[Chorus]
the prettiest girl I seen since I don't know when,
Sitting next to her, I got a yen.
But beauty can’t carry the weight of the bed,
When silence says more than the sounds she said.
She might be the prettiest I ever knew…
But pretty don’t always mean true.

[Verse 2]
She led me upstairs with a practiced grace,
A mirror of angels carved into her face.
The night was wrapped in a promise untold,
But promises fade when the truth grows cold.
Her body was flawless, like statues in Rome,
But marble’s not warm when you’re left alone.
She whispered rehearsed little sighs in the dark,
Like a mixtape skipping on the same old spark.

[Chorus]
the prettiest girl I seen since I don't know when,
Praise the lord for her body, then say amen.
But beauty can’t carry the weight of the bed,
When silence says more than the sounds she said.
She might be the prettiest I ever knew…
But pretty don’t always mean true.

[Bridge]
Lesson learned beneath hotel sheets,
Not every flame gives off the heat.
The brightest diamond sometimes dulls,
The fairest faces leave hearts half-full.

[Final Chorus]
the prettiest girl I seen since I don't know when,
On a scale of one to nine, she ranks a ten.
The night was a picture, but the colors bled,
When silence says more than the sounds she said.
She might be the prettiest I ever knew…
But pretty don’t always mean true.


Chugga, Chugga, Hey!

Buckhead

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