slightly sinister  but playful...like the personality of these sounds

very good and intersting sound 🐸, now i want a plate of noodles : )

reminds me of Oulipo methods, great sounds 😍

Made in July 2025

Video; https://youtu.be/NlBNF0xmf0w

Temples

T-Virtual Destruction

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

Another ancient song from my back pages ...back when I was so much older  and serious

I See You Now

A lonely walk to the water                  
Another taste of the rain               
How it stirs and frees a memory       
That trips me up again                                             

As I float on this river
I hug the question of time 
All that is it will be was
Each hour yours and mine

And maybe                                             
One day, I 'll breathe                               
Another way, another life to be found    
And maybe
You'll signal me
And I will finally see when I look around

I see you now, you say to me                 
So far from shore so far from me          
I see you …you say to me                                       
I see you now, you say to me 
I can not hear you're far from me
Can't see you, hear you calling out to me

A glimpse of your story
How could it be
A light, a trick, some wistful dream
That danced along with me

This fleeting emotion
It's been cast to the floor
Just a soft mirage of all there was
Now hanging by my door 

And maybe
One day, we 'll breathe
Another way, another life to be found
And maybe
You'll still be there for me
And I will finally see you when I turn around

I see you now, you say to me                 
So far from shore so far from me          
I see you can you see you                     
I see you now, you say to me 
I see you now can you see me
I see you, see you

I See You Now

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

"Urban Guerilla" Live Radio Session 2015.

Two Steps Ahead (Remix)

Made in July 2025

Video; https://youtu.be/EayL04hoQDE

Lightness

made with piano and sax voices
using casio
and zoom h1
and NCH editing software

casio noodle using the unused notes only b c e f a♭

Koala Sampler Jam 28.07.25 - performing live fx on sequences I made

Check this jam here https://youtu.be/m_o_gpgQTjw?si=hfOroQRamtYM_XjG

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I have been producing music on and off from 2015. 

Recently I fell in love with with makimg music on monile phone apps like Abletone Note, Koala Sampler App and Garage Band.

I even made an album entirely on my phone in Ableton Note.

If you enjoy my bizarro music, let me know in the comments and check for more videos or listen to my music on Sound Cloud.

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Most of my stuff is not in the playlists yet, I am in the process of doing that.

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#dj #livefx #glitch

ksj 280725

My third attemp at composing classical music. Took roughly 3 hours to compose. Not played by me because I suck at the piano.

Here are the notes: https://strapi.javascript.moe/uploads/Moonwalk_9f9083625f.pdf

Moonwalk

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casio noodle using the unused notes only b c e f a♭

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