Delicious Soundscapes Part III

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Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

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 (help!)
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 là 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 (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
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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 mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

SiG - visionnaire

A song that has been tucked away for many years, now finally complete. 
Music from the golden days of the 70s and 80s – captured in a timeless moment between light and darkness. 

“She Came Into My Life” is about that moment when someone steps into your world and everything changes - about light breaking through, emotions finding their voice, and the quiet beauty of a meeting that reshapes the heart.

The piece unfolds through gentle electric piano lines and warm synth layers, gradually building into an atmospheric soundscape that lives between ambient and pop ballad. It carries both intimacy and openness

✨ If you like this track, you'd probably also like 

Take Me : https://soundcloud.com/mrchrispdk/take-me

She Came Into My Life

Ich wünsche mir Liebe und Frieden für alle Menschen auf der Erde. Dafür werbe ich in meinem Song. Ich weiß, dass es Wunschdenken ist, aber genau das ist es mein Wunsch.

Love and Peace

📝📌Artist's Note:  IF you look very carefully at the left window of the Art Cover you will find the word "Apart" ...As if in ghostly letter formation.
This is intentional to depict that love still clings in spirit. /' 
Aren't you glad I didn't put "Where's Waldo" as a picture?? LOL>>

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TITLE: TWO TIME ZONES APART
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
The sun sets slow in Tennessee,
While your day begins in Rome,
You're sipping coffee by the sea,
I'm here rocking on my porch alone.

(Pre-chorus)
We bridge the gap with letters and screens,
But it's not the same as shared routines.

(Chorus)
Two time zones apart, one heart in two,
The miles don't change what I feel for you.
But your roots run deep, and so do mine,
Love's a mountain we can't seem to climb.

(Verse 2)
You talk of olives, hills, and sky,
I speak of fields and dusty barns,
We laugh and dream, but wonder why,
Our worlds collide, yet stay so far.

(Pre-chorus)
Your cobblestones, my gravel roads,
Two different songs, one heavy load.

(Chorus)
Two time zones apart, one heart in two,
The miles don't change what I feel for you.
But your roots run deep, and so do mine,
Love's a mountain we can't seem to climb.

When Love Tugs In 2 Different Directions

Two Time Zones Apart

this is a quickie I put together after a conversation with a mate ……….peace, and cheers for having a listen

Who I Am

is it a dog or a cat maybe a mouse could be a rat
is it a bottle or a can and let me know
who I am

is it a leaf or a tree is it the honey or the bee
dressed as mutton  could be the lamb please let me know
who I am

is it a highway or a road  could be a frog maybe a toad
Is it a fish or the clam  and can you tell me
who I am

Is it the ocean or the sea  is it a forest or a bunch of trees
was the daughter the son of Sam  and can you tell me
who I am

is it real or is it fake animal lover or beefsteak
reject the pig or eat the ham and can you tell me
who I am

Is it a spark or a flame is it mega or is it lame
is it old or secondhand and can you tell me
who I am

is it the singer or the song roll a joint or stoke the bong
breathing water or walking land can you tell me
who I am

is it a skirt or a pretty dress  scent of a woman or mans flesh
did she swim or him that swam and can you tell me
who I am

was it the chicken or the egg was he a she that said
life ever after is just a sham  but I can tell you
who I am

Is it X or is it Y real musician or ai
sperm donor or a happy dad and can you tell me
who I am

Who I Am

(No GenAI inside. I use my voice and VST instruments on my songs)

I tried to talk to my piano
I tried to talk to my guitar
Talked to my imagination
Confided into alcohol

I tried and tried and tried some more
Told secrets 'til my voice was sore
Tired of empty conversation
'Cause no one hears me anymore

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening

I talked to shooting stars
But they always get it wrong
I feel stupid when I pray
So why am I praying anyway?
If nobody's listening

Anyone, please send me anyone
Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone,
Anyone, please send me anyone
Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone

I used to crave the world's attention
I think I cried too many times
I just need some more affection
Anything to get me by

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening

I talked to shooting stars
But they always get it wrong
I feel stupid when I pray
Why the fuck am I praying anyway?
If nobody's listening

Anyone, please send me anyone
Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone,
Anyone, please send me anyone
Oh, Lord, is there anyone?
I need someone

Oh, anyone, I need anyone
Oh, anyone, I need someone

A hundred million stories
And a hundred million songs
I feel stupid when I sing
Nobody's listening to me
Nobody's listening

Anyone (cover Demi Lovato)

****We have decided to link the song to a fundraising campaign. All proceeds and donations related to the song will go to a UNICEF project that supports children in the war-torn regions of Ukraine. We appreciate every contribution to the project, whether big or small. Thank you for your support!
https://www.unicef.de/spendenaktion/idee?cfd=jdo7r ****

 “The Greatest Gifts” is a Christmas song about everything you can’t wrap: closeness, kindness, friendship, and the people who make life a little brighter. The project has been in the works since summer. It all began at the end of June, when my good friend Mike Fox and I first talked about the idea. 
The beautiful lyrics were written by Andrea Brennan, and from there it slowly grew into an international collaboration with many wonderful singers, each bringing their own voice, character, and warmth. 

After all, the greatest gifts aren’t the ones under the tree – they’re the smiles, the helping hands, the shared laughter, and the moments that connect us.

Watch the video on YouTube. You can also see all the singers there:

https://youtu.be/ZuvDeiWsgYE

A big thank you to everyone involved
(listed alphabetically by last name):

Molly M. Barnett
Andrea Brennan
Gaz Brownie
Layna Claunch
Dave Cooper
Ana Danch
Epic Dreamery
David Dunham
Mike Fox
Del Griffiths
Tony Harris
Janne Hennie
Miami Jeff
Patty Lakamp
MiLu Lotus
Axel Menningen
Sarah Paradise-Brown
Karola Seven
Charlotte Thornton
Colter Valentine


If you enjoy the project, we’d really appreciate a like, a comment, or if you share the song.
Wishing you a warm and peaceful holiday season — may this song bring a little light to your heart.

The Greatest Gifts

The Will To Survive Against The Odds

Fighting To Keep A Pulse

Sandy2.wav

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Selmer Alto Saxophone solo. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Korg Synthesizer Bass. Acoustic full drum kit set. Percussion, Bongos, Congas, Cowbell, Ago Go Bells. Electronic Kick Drum.