Nice and raw. Like I said, love your guitar sound.

Stunning promising performance outstanding production

crackerjack-528689578 art🔥,check out @tyler-minton-437517815 he's blowing up maybe yall collab

Wow , brilliant track , fantastic guitar and vocals , Long Live Rock !

aww cool rock sound good job.👍🎶😎

Our love letter to the gothic 80s to mark the end of our first year of writing songs together!
It’s been a blast and here’s to many more 🥂

Burn the Evidence

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

always loved this one - just took a notion to try n play n sing at the same time -hence the bum notes on the guitar but in the spirit of authenticity thought id share - quite chuffed 

She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on he
Chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by Thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Till I lose my sense of gravity
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroine
Oh God, I fell for You

Oh God, I fell for You
Oh God, I fell for You
Oh God, I fell for You

Dancing Barefoot (cover)

YOU EMBED A WIRE UP IN MY BRAIN
(music and words by The Ox Prison)

Way down inside
I can read your lies
Your face is still
But it’s in your eyes

You cast a spell
On the universe
You drive around
In your rainbow hearse

Up in my brain
You embed a wire
The microwaves
Set my mind on fire
You fly so high
Like the evil drones
You dwell within
Ghostly skull and bones

You dress so nice
Million-dollar shoes
You have your men 
On the evening news

You care so much
About the working class
You hug the kids
And you attend the mass
A day will come
When you need to go
It comes for everyone
You’d better save your soul

Way down inside
I can read your lies
Your face is still
But it’s in your eyes

Tora – Bass
Jimmy D – Drums
Mikey P – Guitars, Vocal, Keys


You Embed A Wire Up In My Brain

Instrumental, Production: Oussama Arichi
Lyrics, Vocals, Mix: Nadia Selvaggi
Drums: Trygve Larsen

To Die a Hero by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Revenge is for dreams, never reality
Humming from the window, or is that just me?
Here and existing
Existence, the dream of a god wracked with ennui

Refuse to be comforted
with conscription or mosque or desired holocaust
Kangaroos lack individuality
not me

With the grief I've gathered up in my arms
See the face of Laocöon and his two sons come to harm
Crushed by the snake for threatening to interfere
Sometimes the rivers shake 
Sometimes the skies are clear

Sometimes the fire burns, dry and plain
Sometimes the wood is cool and wet with rain
Suffer the heat like a cat on the three hottest days
of midsummer,
go back to the river
Though there may be a maze along the way

Curse and throw spit into the fire
Cast out the bad souls left in me
Apparitions are just cedar trees in the dark
Though the thought refuses to expire
Though I take this expensive piece of language with me

With everything to have and everything to give
Evidence for the coming universal wish not to live
The Hand reaches down to cradle and caress
The peace of mind of duress and unrest

The scent of a sweet song is on the midsummer air
The false and unjust with talons that tear
But the snare of the struggle 
       of the dream is ennui
Is the humming from the window?
        or is that just me?
                   July 26, 2024

Kangaroo Kourt

“It weaves its way to summer's end and gathers with each leaf that falls.
A whisper carried on the wind, a quiet longing – autumn calls.”
 – Laura Jaworski

We are in our final days of summer, and I must admit, I am glad, since most of the season was especially hot and humid.  Suddenly, we have cooler temperatures with blue skies, and the air is crisp with a hint of mystery…Autumn is whispering that it will be here soon.  Thinking about autumn this morning seemed like a great reason to create an improv piece. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re sad to see the end of summer. ☺️

Autumn Whispers

I decided to take another stab at this song (went down a rabbit hole for about 10 hours and completely re-played and re-sang the song).  I struggled with the vocals on my original version so I changed the key to E which made it easier to sing.   
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Guitar:   strumming my Taylor 114CE
Organ: playing my midi keyboard with Native instruments clarinet organ
Wurlitzer 200A  Keys: playing my midi Keyboard with logic Wurlitzer sound.
Wurlitzer 200A:  EZ Keys 2
Bass: PG Music Real track
Drums: EZ drummer 3
****
Lyrics
In the planet of the ape’s movie in 1968
Astronauts crash landed on a planet that was in a sorry state
They stumbled across a society intelligent of apes who could speak
And there were humans, but they were mute and weak
They’d been asleep in their hibernation pods and 2006 years had elapsed
And somewhere during that time humanity had collapsed
And the astronauts didn’t realize they were on the planet where they’d been born as the apes hunted them and they hid in a field of corn
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that monkey fate, hope we smarten up
I wonder what those apes are thinking as they’re sitting in their cages at the zoo
Are they biding their time, making plans for what they’re goanna do
Are they dreaming of the day when they’re on the other side of that glass wall
Are they patiently counting the minutes, waiting for humanities downfall
The apes killed one of the astronauts and they stuffed him and put him on display j
Just like trophy hunters do with animals today
The Astronaut named Taylor, he got shot in the throat
He was unable to talk, so he got a pen and showed the apes what he wrote
The apes realized he was intelligent, and it shook them to their core
And the forbidden zone was a place they weren’t supposed to explore
Taylor met a girl he named Nova, she couldn’t talk but she was pretty.
A couple of apes helped them escape to what used to be New York city
And they rode together on a horse on a beach that looked like the west coast
Until they found that statue and realized humanity was toast
Just like Charlton Heston, we could be walking on that beach
To late to save our Lady Liberty, she’s been toppled sunk and breached
You maniacs you blew it up will we rant and rave like Chuck
Hope it’s not too late, who wants that Monkey Fate, hope we smarten up
The planet of the ape’s is supposed to be science fiction
Let’s hope it doesn’t turn out to be an accurate depiction

Planet Of The Apes V 2.0

"Let's Try Again" - Edeltraud Trncik feat. Viktor Trncik

A song about second chances, originally written in 2010, 
now remastered and reimagined in 2025 with full orchestral arrangement.

When a singer-songwriter and an engineer-musician create together,
magic happens. This is our invitation: Let's Try Again.

🎹 Piano, Strings, Guitar, Bass, Drums
⏱️ 3:14
📍 Freiburg, Germany
💙 For everyone who believes in second chances

Lyrics:
How do I know that I've loved you all this time
Does it surprise you all that we turn around and smile
And I've been waiting for an invitation to your life
I've said what's now in this note that I leave on your pillow
So why don't we try again
Why don't we try again

And if they could see us
They might say what you said last year
And if we could change them
We'd be lovers again not friends
Well I've been waiting for an invitation to your love
I said in this note I left on your pillow
What now
Why don't we try again
Why don't we try again

Yes tonight I can hear you whisper
The words you would say if we were honest
Tonight I could feel it when you were next to me
And baby it's so clear to me that we can go back
And I've been waiting for an invitation to your life
So why don't we try again
Why don't we try again
Darling take my hand I promise you it won't be like before
But darling baby we can try again

And just pretend nothing happened
Let me look into your eyes
Then we'll kiss and take it slow
But I always knew that I love you

Let's Try Again

Journey with me back to the late 80s, and feel the sun on your face, the smell of the ocean and  love in the air 💘 

Good old rock n roll...endless summer Vibes

#vanhalen #acdc #zztop #80s #classicrock #summer #daveleeroth #eddievanhalen #angusyoung #bluesrock 

***LYRICS***

I just can't help, this feeling inside,
Like the weekends come early 
Its time to ride..
soft top down,
Old school Sound,
Tearing up the highway
Its the only plan... 

The way you make me feeeeel
Got my head spinning around and around
Make a grown man cry,
Every day feelin' like Friday night,
Come on baby
You do it so right!!!! 

Like an addict i need more and more,
Got me head over heels so hardcore,
Never want this feeling to end,
Dance the night away,
Watching you move and sway.. 

The way you make me feeeeel
Got my head spinning around and around
Make a grown man cry,
Every day feelin' like Friday night,
Come on  baby
You do it so right!!!! 

And when she looks
at me I crumble,
Those green-eyes make me stumble


The way you make me feeeeel
Got my head spinning around and around
Make a grown man cry,
Every day feelin' like Friday night,
Come on  baby
You do it so right!!!!




The Way You Make Me Feel ❤

Make The Most Of It

***AI is FIRM NO - ALL MUSIC WRITTEN, ARRANGED AND PERFORMED BY ©Crackerjack**

Hi, I am Jon, my music name is ©Crackerjack. Having re-read my own bio, which I haven’t done for some time, I realised how self-important it sounded!! I wish I was  a dynamic lead, rhythm, and bass guitarist whose sound is deeply rooted in blues-infused hard rock. 

The latter of this sentence is at least true in terms of styles – although I do also love metal and power sludge (Pantera), some classical, blues, Jazz/funk, Gangsta Rap.  I also do play lead, rhythm and bass, write, arrange and perform all the music and vocals. 

The drums are programmed on my Boss BR80 Micro Digital recorder; however I am planning on teaching myself how to play these. I also mix down and produce all my music.

My music era growing up was late 80s- mid/late 90’s.  Huge influences for me were early GNR, especially Slash, who is the reason I fell in love with the Les Paul and playing lead; Chris Cornell, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains, Black Crows, ACDC, STP, Faith No More, Gary Moore, ZZ Top – the list goes on, and all over the place!

Whilst I am a hard rock guy, I do venture into more metal as some of my tracks like The Gringo, Corrupt, Insidious, The Nomad may showcase. I also have 3 or so songs written which will be folk/country, my softer side, but need to buy a new acoustic before I record these.

I have released probably 60 singles and 5 track EP called Life Stories, which is what it says on the tin. 

The songs cover addiction - Husk' to ballads  'A Love Untold’ and a cheeky little interlude of the Sabbath variety with my good mate Somewhere 77’ supplying the bongo beat.

Happy to colab where time allows in between being a dad, work, dad, work, dad!!!


Discover me - aka ©Crackerjack on:
 Apple Music
 Spotify
 Bandcamp
 YouTube
 YouTube ft Somewhere77'


https://youtube.com/@crackerjack588?si=rFdqv0j2uwMYI1QJ

https://open.spotify.com/artist/2FvsuLULrgdkl22yG4QVPj?si=m6WqxgpxRfykLMOUMqJqAg

The Way You Make Me Feel ❤

©CrackerJack

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