great and intense … i really like it 💯

Found! https://www.findasongblog.com/post/779012710796034048/find-a-song-that-is-an-ode-to-birth-even-in

Sounds fantastic, trippy and original style, very original and feels nature inspired

A nice mix of 90s indie with some sort of tribal vibe - cool

The 16th EP of "past is the verse

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/track/1rpku0fIqrleFOZkusq9Ec?si=d0ebedc30d1543d5

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/swinging-single/1745278732

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B0D3LDJKQX?marketplaceId=A1VC38T7YXB528&musicTerritory=JP&ref=dm_sh_HTWcOZpJgSZYfQsS65gxpcJhw

-bandcamp
https://pastverse.bandcamp.com/track/swinging

Swinging

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The latest track from my Not Completely Useless project. I tend to think of it as a low-key one for me - still quite a bit going on; Sonic Youth-style triplet feel intro, bass grooves, organ, touches of syncopation and a change of pace for the outro... there's just not as much guitar heroics as usual.

This one is about missing my kids when I was away at a festival. And my eldest daughter - then 6 I think - wrote the lyrics for the chorus.

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Entre la peur et le courage que ferions nous si nous devions choisir un camp .
Between fear and courage, what would we do if we had to choose sides?

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Pour une vraie salope combien d'amoureuses
dont le crane rasé portait la croix gammée
sous les rires vengeurs d'une foule odieuse
d'un peuple libéré suant la lâcheté

Pour un patriote combien de collabos
ont fait sonner les cloches de la liberté
sombre chant d'amnésie ou douloureux échos
mais soufflé par un vent chargé de lourds secrets

pour une rébellion combien de soumissions
dans un pays rongé par les rats de l'histoire
ils ont crié leur haine à la libération
cela même dénonçaient les humbles de la gloire

Pour un juste oublié combien de faux héros
Justiciers de papiers bataillons d'aboyeurs
Fossoyeurs d'innocents vipères de bistrot
Résistant de la dernière heure

Moi qu'aurais je été en ces temps là
Qu'aurais je fait sauver mon âme ou ma peau
Lâche ou héros...

For a real slut how many lovers
whose shaven heads bore the swastika
under the vengeful laughter of an odious crowd
of a liberated people sweating cowardice

For one patriot, how many collabos
rang the bells of freedom
a dark song of amnesia with painful echoes
but blown by a wind laden with heavy secrets

for one rebellion, how many submissions
in a country eaten away by the rats of history
they shouted their hatred at liberation
that even denounced the humble of glory

For a just forgotten how many false heroes
Paper vigilantes Battalions of barkers
Grave-diggers of innocent bar vipers
Resistance fighters of the last hour

What would I have been in those days
What would I have done to save my soul or my skin
Coward or hero...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER  Février 2025

Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

A complete re-recording in the key played live. It was one of those recordings that sounded really messy. Dropping the fader on the acoustic guitar I'd started the whole thing off with revealed a different direction highlighting case and drums. It's about females who stand up for the community against arrogance and male chauvinism and I see them in my work environment - this song is about them..

Miss Rocket Launcher

Hey hey you this Joan of Arc - Miss Rocket Launcher
Love you sending into space – those flying saucers
Your eyes they dart and sense corrosion
You’re leaning forward in silky motion
You know who is fit to govern
For those who aren’t they get concussion
Your elbows dent the seats of power
Your rocket roars it’s getting louder

Hey hey you Sister of Mercy – Miss Rocket Launcher
Love it that they’re on your mind – the poor and poorer
When you sense their exploitation
Your voice it cracks and lips are brazen
I’d hate to be your target right then
A volley gone to crack their heads
We’re hungry like Cohen’s Partisan
We’ll force ‘em to the stones and hear the doors slam 

Room dust scatters as your strident voice rises
Tables go silent as you render the kaisers

Hey hey you this Mother Theresa – Miss Rocket Launcher
Can feel the warmth inside of you – and getting warmer
When they wallow in their greed
You let one go and make em all flee
I’m feeling for the hem of your gown
The reverent touch the best to be found
I know that you will win in the end
And sharing it with you – what a send

Ms Rocket Launcher

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

New Single by Fauna Twin 
Video coming soon

Mother

The wonderful Artist "The Beautiful Dark " made me the happiest person this week by writng a wonderful piece of music for me and his amazing daughter Matilda painted me a super sunset ,I am so lucky to have been sent such wonderful presents .This track is for "the Beautiful Dark " my best way of describing this feeling or place or sense of being .

My next track will be for Matilda ,thanks so much guys :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

Please check out "The Beautiful Dark" 

https://soundcloud.com/thebeautifuldark

An Dorchacht Sciamhach ( The Beautiful Darkness )

An Dorchacht Sciamhach ( The Beautiful Dark )

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

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After months of late nights in the studio and endless sonic explorations, I’m proud and excited to share with you my very first album: "Chromatic" 🪐

This collection of 8 carefully crafted tracks is a journey through deep textures, atmospheric tones, and pulsating rhythms. From delicate ambient whispers to hypnotic electronic beats, "Chromatic" explores the space between shadow and light, silence and resonance.

Thank you to everyone who supported me along the way.
Your energy helped shape this journey 💛

Chromatic

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New video---> https://youtu.be/DCi6yiKNbqo

Mother

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