Quand on a la tête comme un bloc-note et qu'en plus on est resté un enfant avec tout son imaginaire et sa folie , cela donne une chanson amusante réalisée par deux copains qui ont 112 ans à tous les deux ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔ !!! Contient des rimes en " otte et oque " pour ceux qui sont allergiques 😈
Compositeur/Musicien : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur-Mélodiste/Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
When your head's like a notepad and you're still a child with all your imagination and craziness, you get a fun song by two friends who are both 112 years old ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔!!! Contains "otte et oque" rhymes for those who are allergic 😈
Composer/Musician: Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter/Melodist/Vocals: Guillaume DULER
Vocalist : Sylvie TIRET

Lyrics:
Dans mon bloc-note
Je dénote sans fautes
Comme un Don Quichotte
J'ai la tête qui flotte
Dans mon bloc-note
Ça funk et ça rock
Je change d'époques
Saute mouton saute !
Dans mon bloc-note
Je casse mes menottes
Je m'échappe du bloc
Les gardiens s'en moquent

Capitaine à docks
Sauve mes bébés phoques
Ma banquise part en flotte
Mon climat perd la note

Dans mon bloc-note
De bric et de broc
Pensées en bougeotte
Cerveau sans jugeotte
Dans mon bloc-note
L'araignée débloque
J'suis pas seul mon pote
On est en colloc 
Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des anecdotes
Remplies de coyotes
A l'allure glauque

Capitaine à docks
J'en perds mes dreadlocks
J'tombe dans les compotes
Je veux sortir de ma grotte

Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des phrases idiotes
Qui sont sans culottes
Petites patriotes
Dans mon bloc-note
J'suis pas un despote
Tous les mots me bote
Même les équivoques
Dans mon bloc-note
Je suis astronaute
Un peu cosmonaute
Même taikonaute

Capitaine à docks
Ouvre moi ta porte
Ma valise en plastoc
A reçu trop de chocs

Dans mon bloc-note
Des mémos en stocks
Les yeux à la coke
Je voudrais dire STOP !

In my notepad
I write without mistakes
Like a Don Quixote
My head is floating
In my notepad
It's funk and rock
I change eras
Jump sheep jump!
In my notepad
I break my handcuffs
I escape from the block
The guards don't care

Captain to the docks
Save my baby seals
My ice floe floats away
My climate loses its note

In my notepad
Of odds and ends
Thoughts on the move
Brains without gumption
In my notepad
The spider unlocks
I'm not alone, buddy
We're roommates 
In my notepad
There are anecdotes
Filled with coyotes
With a gloomy look

Captain of the docks
I'm losing my dreadlocks
I'm falling in the compotes
I want to get out of my cave

In my notepad
There are some silly phrases
That have no panties
Little patriots
In my notepad
I'm no despot
I'm not a despot
Even equivocations
In my notepad
I'm an astronaut
A little cosmonaut
Even a taikonaut

Captain of the docks
Open your door
My plastic suitcase
Has received too many shocks

In my notepad
Memos in stock
Coke in my eyes
I'd like to say STOP!

© Philippe SEGUINARD & Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Bloc-Note 📔  (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Live in Munich .. opening for .. Willy de Ville  !

Music   (git.voc.)  Hubert Stytz
Lyrics   Pee Gee

I was waiting for the midnight-show
In a place called  "The Spanish Rose"
I thought that s the way I like it
Let the red vine flow
As the curtain opened slowly
The lights were dimmed down low
The main attraction of the evening
Let the tension grow
She appeared like an avenging angel
With a bright but deadly smile
If looks could kill I would have died
Unable to move for a while

She left me behind in a fever
Tempting but out of reach
Like a " Joie De Vivre"
With a bitter taste in it

She danced the best flamenco
I had ever seen before
When her dress accidentally touched me
I was ready to ask for more
She moved like a heavenly creature
A hot bit of stepdance encore
When her skirt accidentally touched mie
I was ready to beg for more

She left me behind in a fever-  My Spanish Rose !
Like a "Joie De Vivre"
With a touch of flamenco flair
She left me behind in a fever. My Spanish Rose !
My Spanish Rose !

01 Spanish Rose                  Stytz/Pee Gee

P-Smoky Quartz

In our family. 1626 ( 1993 ) Margareta Theorin ( Margareta )

LE COEUR ET L'ÂME ( demo )

Lyrics

👹 I am the sith,
Lie whit me with,
I am the sith,
'Truth is ditched 👹

You are so fucked up
Even your dog is a dick
You strut around, tough luck
Yes, this song is about you, you snotty prick.

👹 I am the sith,
Lie whit me with,
I am the sith,
'Truth is ditched 👹

Laughing at your mess
While you play the fool
You think you're the best
But we all know the rule.

👹 I am the sith,
Lie whit me with,
I am the sith,
'Truth is ditched 👹

Chasing shadows, no clue
Living life like a trick
You’re a joke, it’s true
Yes, this song is about you, you f*ckin' snotty prick.

👹 I am the sith,
Lie whit me with,
I am the sith,
'Truth is ditched 👹

Smiling through the pain
Got a grin like a thief
Every word is plain
But you bring disbelief.

👹 I am the sith,
Lie whit me with,
I am the sith,
'Truth is ditched 👹

So raise a glass, let’s cheer
To the king of the sick
In this blues, loud and clear
Yes, this song is about you, you snotty prick.

👹 I am the sith,
Lie whit me with,
I am the sith,
'Truth is ditched 👹

✨This song is about you 🟧

✨We are the Light✨
🔦Shining on your dark🔦
🎶Take a look at that bright🎶
🧘🏾Drowning out your bark🧘🏾

It is with huge honour I present a first musical date between $uper Acid $un$hine and TBD. Oh my... bring on date two 

https://soundcloud.com/drugsickhero = $uper Acid $un$hine

$A$ started proceedings by offering 4 super verses and I threw them in a tune and added the 'I am sith repeated verse' and the light filled drowning of the sith barks at the end. A bit of back and forth musically and voilat... A sith filled multiple personally pine from both sides of the pond! Thanks brother. great words. They drew out more new.

In this song we are both Jedi and Sith. Good and Evil. Truth and Lies! If you can't beat them... Join them... Maybe we'll understand their BULLSHIT lies better then even if we are just playing pretend in a song 🔆🔆 After all, Good or Evil is a choice we all have. Don't know about you guys... But we're the fucking Jedi and seeing plenty of Sith to STOP 🛑 Where's the light sabre 🎙️

The Sith

fusion picking road

When the skies collapse

Dirty little thoughts

Un Grand Merci à Cyril pour le partage de cette magnifique musique de film, très inspirante où j'ai pris beaucoup de plaisir à écrire le texte :)

Musique / Arrangements / Mixage / Mastering / Basse : Cyril MENDEZ https://soundcloud.com/canm
Paroles / Chant: Steph OUNA
Vignette : Lena

© Cyril MENDEZ / Steph OUNA 2019, All Rights Reserved.

Le Livreur (Collaboration avec Cyril MENDEZ)

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

David Dunham