The Beautiful Dark

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Nothing Ventured

/сказка о потерянном мальчике - давно стала реальностью../
tell me...
Do you fly in your dreams as well?

lost boy..

such..
your eternal choice..

your wish came true.. -

not knowing prohibitions -
to walk barefoot..
along the edge of the sky

and lie on the clouds...

tease boldly. death is an adventure for you

..
you know - how
boys get lost...

and a scary fairy tale
- reality
- to stay on the island..

where they become pirates
or - learn - to fly!

and the sky is sad
and the stars are silent..

and you are somewhere -
there is no other way..

you will return,
but you will not stay..

and someone will wait
for you.

Peter

do you have the keys to the sky

tell me
where are you flying?

I believe -
that I was only delayed on the way...

but the stars are silent..

you are -

there is no other way..

Peter...

- you are running from love..
played too much.
to forget,
how you were betrayed...

you think that you are brave,

but you do not save yourself...

and time flies...

flies
after you - without knowing the count,
and the world changes..

and you are still the same..

you dream that they will find..
but pain and fear are stronger..

and
fly away
with the Fairy...
losing in
your illusion...

Peter!
where are you...
flying....
to the second star
on the right
and so on until the morning!

until the morning...



скажи ...
во сне ты тоже летаешь ..?

потерянный мальчик..

такой..
выбор вечный твой..

сбылось
желание.. -

запретов не зная -
ходить босиком ..
по неба краю

и на облаках лежать…

дразнить дерзко. смерть -
тебе приключенье

..
ты знаешь - как
мальчики теряются…

и страшная сказка
- реальность
- на острове остаться..

где становятся пиратами
либо -
учатся - летать!

и небо в печали
и звёзды молчат ..

и ты где то есть -
по другому никак ..

ты вернёшься
но не останешься..

и будет кто то ждать
тебя.

Питэр

ты от неба имеешь ключи

скажи
куда ты летишь?

верю -
что
лишь
задержался в пути...

но звёзды молчат ..

ты есть -

по другому никак..

Питэр ...

- бежишь от любви ..
заигрался.
чтоб забыть
как предали …

думаешь смелый

но не спасаешь себя ...

и летит время ...

летит
за тобой-
не зная счёта
и мир меняется..

а ты всё такой..

мечтаешь чтоб нашли..
но боль и страх сильней ..

и
улетаешь
с Феей...
теряясь в
иллюзии своей…

Питэр!
где ты ...
летишь....
ко второй звезде
справа
и так до самого утра!

до самого утра...

One More Night
----------------
Can I ever give the love I feel for you inside.
Emotions are like oceans, currents shifting with the tide.

Diving deep to find the truth, or answers anyway.
I wish to tell you how I feel but know not what to say.

Always try to give, but can I give all that I take?
Life we live, and love we give will be just what we make.

Almost can not hold my breath, but surface is in sight
...I ask for one more night

One more night. 
Mouth to mouth,
give me life, keep me warm,
till the break of dawn.
You and I, breathing in rhythm.
Sharing this bed feels right.

♫ ♪
♫ ♪

Couldn't really give the love I felt for you inside.
Currents shift, and swimming back was harder in low tide.

Life goes on without you anyway, 
Waves crash to the shore, tide's pulling me away.

♫ ♪
♫ ♪

Let's do just what feels right.
...I ask for one more night,
then I'll go

One More Night

For those of you not familiar with the management abuse which took the lives of Badfinger's Pete Ham and Tom Evans. They died without seeing any of the benefits from their million selling songs.

"I will not be allowed to love and trust everybody". "This is better".
(Pete Ham's suicide note)



Everything falls into place
The future is secure
The golden boys,the chosen ones
The sellout world tour

Did you get what you deserved baby blue
Day after day
A world without you

Million selling records
Validation from the best
Just four boys from Wales
No one would have guessed

Legal fights and corruption
Greedy businessmen
The took your money took your soul
Again and again

That avaricious businessman 
He bled you dry
All the starry promises
Were nothing but a lie

Six long years 
And nothing to show
A rope a note in a garage
It was time to go

Did you get what you deserved baby blue
Day after day
A world without you

Pete & Tom

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

This is an acoustic jam of the idea. Original track is here:
https://on.soundcloud.com/7vFx9WxImqCzzUKcQq

Notes
I'm thinking of the mentalists who fascinate me in this tune as well as other things. The idea of neuroplasticity and actually wiring your brain towards a path that offers content feelings by releasing negativity just by intending it or doing the same conversely if that's your frame of mind. There lies Einstein's famous quote, "The most important decision you will make is whether you live in a hostile universe"
We decide how we feel about everything and those decisions are what let them effect our mindset either positively or negatively. I used to look at that quote as having your head in the sand on reality and that maybe thinking like that didn't factor in other people's suffering properly. But I think I get it how he meant it now. No matter what is happening that's not in your control.. You still decide what your mindset is whether it's about a war or a relationship with one other human. They can both profoundly effect you if you let them. But maybe his point is it doesn't matter what the reality is that you are processing, you still chose to manifest it in a positive or negative manner as only you can build your own mindset and only you can control whatever level of connectivity you have with that other human or that war you may be in our not... Both scenarios can suck and be a challenge but the true power is being at peace with what you do control, your own brain...

Derren Browne and Keith Barry are two great mind specialists worth a rabbit hole each.

I don't believe  what they have discovered and teach has to end with enjoying them as entertainment. We can be that if we learn our own versions of what they've found and get that positive for own own beings. It's all about mind set, not magic... It is more control over the universe of neurons we all have inside our skulls. The stuff we can and should learn to control because then we move towards the greater good with common sense


432 A - EADGAD - 96 bpm

Lyrics
One can never know
Ones suffering
It might not show
You might just get a glow & a grin

Brave faces found
We know deep down
Their light flickers sound
Pain as Earth pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds ...

So give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace for it
Give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace of it

Then it gets hard
Untenable
We disconnect
We end this fake mirrored show
We sleep
We wake
Hands tied
Joints and pills to take
We're trying to feel alive
May we all survive

Oh give me your pain
Let me release it
Let me find some peace for it
I'll be your devil drain
Let it out to cease your sore
Lets find peace for more

Give me your Pain

/в небе нет сомнений - и не каждый полёт нуждается в карте/
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

white origami sheets
folded into
sharp corners
so as not to get lost in the clouds
and checkered sheets - so as not to get wet..

the maps lied to us with a dotted line
if we listened to their lies -
then we would fold our wings and fall
thinking that we will not find the truth..

where the airfield does not accept
a paper airplane will fly
and its radars will not catch
all the dashing air defense - take off!..

....
I will make a paper airplane
and send it to you
along the route of a migratory bird
from the sea - point A - to your point B

***

сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

оригами белые страницы
сложные и 
острые углы 
чтобы в облаках не заблудиться
и не мокли в клеточку листы..

карты нам пунктирами наврали
если бы мы слушали их ложь -
то сложили крылья и упали
думая что правды не найдёшь..

где аэродром не принимает
долетит бумажный самолётик
и его радары не поймают
все лихие ПВО —  в пролёте!..

....
сделаю бумажный самолётик
и пускай он полетит к тебе
по маршруту птицы перелётной 
с моря — пункта А  - в твой Б

to you

This is a song about using your wings :-)
I used my workbench to record and sample some of the sounds used in this song. Please let me know if you like it.

"Fly away" written by KL
Recorder (Blockflöte) by SL (my 9 year old daughter)
Vocals, Synthesizer and Drums by KL
Cover art painted by SL & KL

Fly away

/ 16 июня /
in your city there is also sun...
and also June - the sixteenth...
you dreamed of thinking in another language..
- it will not come true..

but the rest will work out..!

what happened..?

we did not tell each other everything...
at our meeting
so many lies...
words hidden..
and time wasted
in doubts..

we are tired...
of wandering around real events...

and

your plan succeeded

yes...

but -
so-so..

so-so...

now...
you are far away

incomprehensible...

miles stretch and break...

between us....

you write songs about me
in another language

and I do not understand them...

we are refugees - we are emigrants from each other...

and
your plan succeeded

yes .

but -
it's so-so...

so-so...

в твоём городе тоже солнце...
и тоже июнь - шестнадцатое...
ты мечтал думать на другом языке ..
- это не сбудется..

а остальное удасться ..

что было ..

не всё друг другу сказали...
в нашей встрече 
так много лжи...
слова скрывали ..
и время потерялось 
в сомненьях наших..

мы устали ...
по реальным событиям
скитаться ...

и

твой план удался

да ...

но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

а теперь ...

ты далеко

непостижимо ...

мили тянутся и рвутся ...
между нами....

пишешь песни обо мне
на другом языке

я их не понимаю…

мы беженцы - 
мы друг от друга

эмигранты…

и

твой план удался

да .
но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

so-so

Added a since original upload ~ Bass. I was going to call my bass a bitch but I couldn't that. Harley is worth too much (59 euro on Thomann) to insult! Added Electric guitar /  Transistor piano / Cello, Violin and combined String sections 3 seperate runs /

Shout out to Single Use & Recycled. Whilst playing this electric line I'm thinking of them. There is no way I would have tried playing what I tried playing without their direct influence recently. So far I could only dream of expressing on a guitar some of the scaling they can but that highlights for me a few things... Over the decades bands are starting to disappear. Thats an industry driven thing but also a natural bi product of the ability of a band or a huge amount of what a band can do is possible by one person. That sucks for bands but it's very empowering to the individual musician. If you think pre internet, we had hubs of cities and regions where bands were spawned.... SoundCloud is like one big Seattle for me. How I learn everyday from everyones interpretation of music is astounding to me especially given a band was also for me a dream at one point as a boy. In a way even if we aren't directly collaborating it's still like we are all jamming with one another on some level and thats I guess a really positive thing in the light of less actual bands breaking through to mainstream...

Check out guitar you probably can't play and amazing songs... here: https://soundcloud.com/user-995867230 ~ Artist name: Single Use & Recycled


I bet you wouldn't be allowed to make this with ChapGPT!
I won't waste my fingers valuable energy testing that shit


Lyrics

Vaffanculo, Fuck off, Ayreh feek
Vā se foder, Foutre le comp
Gûndàn, Fakkuofu, Bhaad mein jao
Multi-continental curse with me now

Cagna, Bitch, Šarmûta
Cadela, Chienna
Mûgôu, Meinu, Kutiya
Multi-continental bitch ass wow

Where is the profane?
What gives these words power of propane
Too much? You're a clown
Rare then make impact
A ya cunt is in town

Multi-continental curse with me now
Multi-continental bitch ass wow
A ya cunt is in town

Notes
I hope nobody is offended by my terrible pronunciation. I endeavour to get that focking perfect eventually

I don't think words should ever be taught as bad. Context & frame of reference contain the meaning and intent. Calling words bad and limiting their use is limiting expression in my view. yes we should inspire younger generations to express themselves in more articulate ways but maybe our culture says curses are needed to truly express this reality. 

Multicontinental Curse

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

One More Night

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