Yes, it's a Japanese jacket~Lol All three cover songs are amazing! I like your vocals and chorus work! It's a great voice as usual!

I like your version Darren, made it your own!

September

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

Feel the gentle rays,
feel the powerful brilliance,
feel the warm energy,
feel the Sunshine !

A sensitive classical-style declaration of love to our sun !

Sunshine

Words I never thought I would have to write.

The great eSyrup, Thom Palumbo has tragically left us.
I am heartbroken. He has been a frequent collaborator and loyal correspondent over the last ten years. When I play guitar, I think of him and whether he would like it. When I write, I imagine his reaction. And now he is gone. He achieved his lifelong ambition of returning to Maine to live over the last few weeks. I was so proud he had done it. I had hoped for more of his time, his music and his humour. An incredible man.

We never met, but we had an uncanny connection. This was done but not finished nearly six years ago, in December 2017. Life and stuff got in the way. Time was our only enemy and sadly a cruel one.

Please listen to his fantastic legacy here and appreciate his beautiful art 
https://soundcloud.com/esyrup

Released with kind permission from David - I thank you and salute you.

Hedd, perfaith hedd, cariad

Be good

Nick

All other instruments - Thom
Guitars  - Nick

Pic: https://www.terragalleria.com/index.html

In Loving Memory Of ESyrup (Thom) - ESyrup and Nicholas Ridiculous

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

White Valley

*This song release 1969

Virgil Kane is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
"Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes Robert E. Lee!"
Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand
He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Kane back up
When he's in defeat
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, la"

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down By The Band

Gear / Paploviante 
Paploviante: Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix, Picture and Mastering 
BPM 120
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Gear - Paploviante

A sentimental country-ish ballad with a big sad finish.
Dedicated to anyone suffering from memory loss. Thanks for listening.
Lyrics:
I can still remember
Felicia in December
Outside in the cold
Smoking Swisher Sweet Cigarettes
But she would always forget
If you're gonna inhale that shit
You know she always got sick
She'd chewed down the tip

It's like I told you on the phone
My mind is not all my own
All my memories are dissolving
Our nights in Arroyo Park
Out feeling that spark
That Datsun that would never start
My bad Cure haircut (disaster!)
My heart was beating faster
A sketch of a love scene
Painted behind
A gothic old master

I was selfish with my time
And now I seem to lead my life
Conducting orchestras in my mind
Oh, I don't know how this sounds
But sometimes I listen to the ground
To hear and feel the rumblings
I think that you're coming around

All my memories are dissolving
Soon, I'll have no memories of this world
I'll have no memories of this world
So let's go out tonight
And shoot out the lights!
Let's break our hearts tonight
I'll have no memories of this world

I wanted to drop you this line
To thank you for the time
And thank you for being in my life
Thank you for being my life

Let's Break Our Hearts Tonight

Tajo Maijo Love

This is a song for my Mary, but it is applicable to all Mary's. 

This is my first attempt at recording new material since last summer, I've been writing and playing a lot, but I just haven't had the time lately to get my ideas on tape. So it's nice to get this one out, and hopefully, it'll not be as long a wait for my next. 

Thanks for all the listens and support, it's greatly appreciated as always. cheers!

lyrics

don't let the world dictate to you
be your own girl
in a world that's you

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your time 

don't let the world
loose from your grasp
come up for air
whenever you get the chance 

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your 
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your time

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
don't listen to the boys 
they all screaming that it's true

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
but there's nobody out there
can do you as good as you

so don't let the world
edit out your past
look back with pride 
and don't
catapult so fast

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your 
wasting all your 
wasting all your time

Time, For Mary

New album released called "Advance with Courage" I call the music Americana Progressive Folktronica. 
https://push.fm/fl/gnjaoz7n


Check it out when you can.
 
In the meantime...
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down By The Band

Darren Sullivan

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