ha this is smooth the mix and effects are popin bro

Superb piece... very nice soloing from all.

Great sounds and performances, lot's of interplay between the instruments. Everything 'fits'. Nice! If you have time, please check out some of my attempts at music here:  https://soundcloud.com/jussi45 thanks.

sonic and rhythmic exploration of my noisy electric guitar solo.
visual: extract of one of my recent abstract painting in colors.

DANS L'OMBRE DE MA GUITARE  PATRICK PICAULT

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

All rights reserved December 5, 2023
Music composed and performed by Todd Brown

Life, drives you to the ground
Kicks you when you’re down
Wants to wear your crown

Love, comes as no surprise
Right before your eyes
With truth instead of lies

Stop explaining
Days are waning
Then you realize
That it’s your time to fly

We have travelled through this life 
Through the tears and strife
To the other side

Dreams, elude us when we sleep
And rivers run so deep
The secrets they will keep

Lives are taken
Plans, forsaken
Then you realize
That it’s your time to fly..

It may be we’ll never understand
Building castles in the sea and sand…

Love, comes as a surprise
Right between the eyes

For the Love of Life

白昼夢

Blessings to all in the coming New Year! And thank you for your comments, encouragement, and support! 

Las Vegas translates from Spanish to English as "the meadows." 

In a parallel world, Mystic Vegas translates to the meadow of spiritual pleasure where dreams manifest and everyone wins a jackpot. Transcendental show tunes? 24-hour levitating Boom Bap? Of course! In Mystic Vegas going all in on the eternal fireworks of soul play is a sure bet. And a guarantee for a Happy New Year.  So strut your stuff. Let's play, feast, and dance!

Synths, echo piano, sitar, and a variety of drum kits -- Latin, Indian & Middle Eastern with shakers, and an earthy hip hop beat helps ground the experience at 93 bpm.

Mystic Vegas

Tea R Sea- production and orchestration
Stonerjazz-lyrlcs and vocals

l was thrilled when Terry said he wanted to do something with this old poem "Euphoria"--l was more Thrilled when l heard what he did 😊--hope those of you that come this way, enjoy his work as much as l do--Cheers to everyone:):)

Euphorla
by jeff gardlner

I've got about two hours before i have to go back to reality
i got so damned relaxed, i'm fucked up to the max
you know this is the highlight of my day.
i sure wish it lasted longer, i might have to find something stronger.
immortality is not a possibility anyway.

i'm waiting for Euphoria, i'm waiting for Euphoria
Out on the edge so bright and cool, Restless waves of Brilliant darkness down below whisper me a fool..Whisper me a fool.
i got so damned relaxed, i'm fucked up to the max, you know this is the highlight of my day..i sure wish it lasted longer, i may have to find something stronger, immortality is not a possibility anyway..

t's cool and clear and bright out here above the cheaters and the lovers and the fighters, daydreamers, betrayers,and the liars stacked in layers like hotcakes on your Momma's kitchen table. Admit the truth if you know it,even though it's just amalgamated combinations of opinions from the minnions of the overlords.

Tell us all about the sacred Books oh captain of the guard.is there something to be said in defense of Intellect aside from the fact that it makes us hard to kill. So everyone please take your pill, the government will foot the bill.

This strange exotic, apocalyptic somewhat erotic musical notes of this life surreal is yanking at my heartstrings.
Turns out to be just the ticket for a perfect afternoon..

I've got about two hours before i have to go back to reality...

Just The Ticket with Tea R Sea

Happy new year!!

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