Orchetastic

Vibraphone Swing

Bringing back a song I wrote nearly seven years ago. The American soul -- we like to tell lots of good stories about ourselves. Here's one that's not so good -- the account of the Moore's Ford Lynchings, in which a Black WWII veteran and his pregnant wife were murdered. No one was ever convicted of the crimes. How much of this same cruel spirit is still with us now?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moore%27s_Ford_lynchings

there’s a tree in Georgia that never should have grown
it held the bodies upright they were tied with rope

I will be redeemed I will sing and shout
I will be restored just not now

Mae Murray was  twenty four heavy with a child
when her head had fallen down they cut the baby out

forty legs that walked away forty eyes that saw
twenty souls that never said a word to the Georgia law

1997 fifty years had gone 
someone came to find the place and mark the dead with stones

Spotify Link

I Will Be Redeemed

keep it real

Influenced by Stevie Ray Vaughan's Dirty Pool and Tin Pan Alley

Played For a Fool

■概要(Overview)
綺麗なアジサイを発見！
I found some beautiful hydrangeas!

■lyrics(meaningless)
la...Let's hold a World Unified Mixed-Category Relay.
Whoever finds a piece of Jomon-era pottery first wins!

Aim for it! 
Hey!
Get to the top!
go! go! go!

And sleep in the cradle.
Have a beautiful dream.
What are you worried about?

Terrifying ...
You were dreaming....

Terrifying ...
You were dreaming...
You were dreaming...

You were dreaming

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

TWAYNE-A VOICE IN THE DARK.wav

Recorded at Amplified Studios, Carlsbad CA July 2025
Drums - Marc Polit
Lead solo: Tristan Brooks

LYRIC
It took me half my life 
To finally gain insight
I only saw myself as others did
And I mostly stayed hid

I spent half my life
Upset and uptight
I learned it’s stupid to walk on eggshells
Every egg eventually breaks
And if that takes you half your life
That’s what it takes

Can't say exactly when
I knew what I didn’t then
A dawning realization
An opening of the mind
It only took me half my life for me to find

Time isn’t playing
It’s counting the days
If you don’t know what I’m saying
(Well) you won’t be young always
You sure won’t!

As the years accrue
In the remaining few
I won’t let regret confine me
I’ll amble slowly toward the light
Let the past all fade to black
I can’t go back
I love this last half of my life
So that’s all right


Half My Life

SUCH IS LIFE
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2025 AB Music

V1
IT'S ANOTHER ECLIPSE OF THE CITY
SOUNDS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN AWAY
S S SAILING AWAY
WHEN I FLOTE INTO YOUR EYE'S
LOOK'S LIKE YOUR FAR AWAY
THERE TO STAY
(CHORUS)
IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'LL BE FINE
GET OFF THE GROUND, TO TAKE MY HAND
AND FALL AGAIN, TO FALL AGAIN
WE CAN HIDE AND TRY TO DEFINE
SUCH IS LIFE
V2
WE ALL LIVE IN THE CRIME OF THE FUTURE
FEELS LIKE THE END OF TIME
REALING AWAY
NOW YOU'VE SLID INTO THIS STYLE
IT'S NOT THAT YOU HAD TO STAY
I'M HERE TO SAY
(CHORUS)
IT'S ALRIGHT, YOU'LL BE FINE
GET OFF THE GROUND, TO TAKE MY HAND
AND FALL AGAIN, TO FALL AGAIN
WE CAN HIDE AND TRY TO DEFINE
SUCH IS LIFE
(BREAK)
(CHORUS)
END

SUCH IS LIFE

"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

Barking Series 3 - Sluts Rule the World 3 (Finale)

Barking 20 (Finale)

Blues Rock guitar and more.
Collabs welcome!

Played For a Fool

Danny Boy Campbell