great stuff dear👏🏼🎹✅🎹✅🎹✅🎶🥂🎶🥂🎶🥂☕🤝🍕🇮🇹🍕

Your music is so creative, I don’t understand why you don’t get more recognition. You remind me a bit of Billie Ellish. Would be great if you could work with her. Such creativity going on here👍

Lovely melody. Your own view of the world feels like a very delicately spun work of art. It is a wonderful space.

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals and vocal production: Delhya
For more DelhyA please check: on.soundcloud.com/cZwUB
Bass, rhythm and lead guitars: Nick from The Shire Bairn Project
For more The Shire Bairn Project please check: https://on.soundcloud.com/8ahUpFwHsmTCJV9J7

PRE-CHORUS & BRIDGE
Those were the days ,
Those were the nights

CHORUS
Roll the dice
Playing Risk
Who’s turn is it.

So purify
Wonder dreams
Like a gleam

VERSE 1
Nose in the showcase
clouding the fate
Counting the days,
it was a long wait
Sand in the shoes.
There was … no pain.

VERSE 2
Kicking the stones
To not return home
Waiting the train
Just to smash the coin
Bleeding knees
All was … a glee

VERSE 3
Pride in the pinball
Watch for the thug
Moove the machine
Control the tilt
Look for the way
The green light… is on

EXIT
For all was the first time.
First kiss, first broken heart
The future didn’t exist
But time run, run fast.

Those Were The Days (with DelhyA and Nick)

My first real attempt at using some of the loops in GarageBand and work them into a song.

Take 1

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

#songwriter #femaleartist #hiding 

You hide in plain sight
Camouflaged by shadows, the moon and midnight
I know you are there 
From the movement in the air 
The smell of you floats my way
Even on the stillest of days
 
Yeah. Hiding. You’re hiding.
Yeah. In plain sight. Yeah. Ooooo
Yeah. Hiding from me. In plain sight
In plain sight. Ooooooo. Yeah
As you watch me I see you 
I feel your presence here
Yet i pretend not to see you. See you standing there.

You hide in plain sight
Camouflaged by shadows, the moon and midnight
I know you are there 
From the movement in the air 
The smell of you floats my way
Even on the stillest of days

Just around every corner. Yeah. Oooo
Around. Everywhere. Yeah. Oooooo
There you go again. Racing in front of me
Shadows on the walls all around my head
You hide in plain sight.
I know you are there.
Yeah. Hiding. You’re hiding.
Yeah. In plain sight. Yeah. Ooooo
Yeah. Hiding from me. In plain sight
In plain sight. Ooooooo. Yeah

Yeah. Hiding. You are hiding 
Don’t want me to know
That you are in my sight. 
Yeah. Hiding. You are hiding.
But I see you there
Please step into the light 
And stop hiding. Hiding from me.
Step into the light (Step into the light)
Step into the light (Step into the light.)

hiding in plain sight


HIBERNATING LOVE
AMOUR ENDORMI
THIRTY EIGHT YEARS OF
PRECIOUS MEMORIES     

UNFORGOTTEN LOVE
QUI COMME PAR MAGIE
A REFAIT PEAU NEUVE
AUJOURD’HUI                 

LOVELY RITA SPATOLA
FROM TORINO TO PARIS
ALORS QUE AUX USA
S’EN EST RETOURNÉ BARRY
                                                                    
BUT WAIT, THAT’S NOT THE WHOLE STORY

HIBERNATING LOVE
REVENU À LA VIE
ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE
L’HIVER EST FINI

WINTER IS OVER 
ECCO LA PRIMAVERA
BONGIORNO GIOVANNA, ANNA MONICA VANDA
I TUTTI QUANTI

BELLA RITA SPATOLA
ROMANTICA LADY
L’AMOUR QUITE A TOMBOLA
D’AMÉRIQUE EN ITALIE

EVERLASTING LOVE
REVENU À LA VIE
FOR MANY YEARS OF
ETERNITY         

HIBERNATING LOVE
UNFORGOTTEN LOVE
EVERLASTING LOVE
OUI OUI OUI

I SEE PASQUALINO 
SMILING FROM ABOVE
SI SI SI 

ÔM


RITA SPATOLA (Lyrics) Song for Rita

We all get there in the end, This is a light hearted look at getting older. much better than the alternative. 

Written, Performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Life's about Living

Life's about living

Will you love me still, when I'm old and grey

The strings hum soft in the glowing air
A rhythm pulses like a heartbeat rare
The keys cascade like a gentle stream
An endless melody
A wordless dream

The song with no words

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.


Run for Your Life

Always dad
Never daddy
Always dad
Somber and cold
Angry and gruff

Your words
Tore my skin
And shaped me
Into me…

I try to remember what you were like
When I was little
When we ate dinner together 
As a family..(as a family)
In pain
You spoke little
Sometimes commenting on the food
Which was usually bland 
As Mom hated to cook
But I don’t think you cared
As you frequently went dining out when you were away
From us. From her. From us
Life was free away
Away from us…
Free away from us…

Mostly I remember you
As sick in bed
From exhaustion 
As an escape
As a way to stay away from us
a young father who avoided his own seed
His own seed
Once you had to leave, you recovered
Packed your bag and left again

Always sick
Always mad
Short temper fuse
Feared your wrath
Feared your voice
But your ridicule (your ridicule)
Tore my skin
And shaped me
Into me…
A sad me…

Always dad
Never daddy
Always dad
Somber and cold
Angry and gruff
No hugs
Few smiles

Trying to remember you
When I was young
When I was little
I don’t see you in my far away 
Now that you  are gone
My memories are of my search
To please you through men Like you
Men like you..
Ones who spoke to me through pain
Through ridicule

Always dad
Never daddy
Always dad
Somber and cold
Angry and gruff

Tore my skin
And shaped me
Into me…
Into me…
Into me…
Me…

always dad never daddy

The first version of this in 2005 was a reaction to nationalism as exhibited via plane hijackings. This time the US border politics triggered a rewrite with a different chord structure and words. Just acoustic guitar and bass: back to basics!

INTERNATIONAL NATIONALITY 2025

I woke up to face the day Acapulco Hilton
I knew I had to catch a train to the USA
I should be excited but I know I’m not
I’m feeling all the fears that America’s got 

There are borders and a national guard
There are people who are living so hard
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Out of the xray beam to the border gate
Who’s got a false passport are they here today?
I’m looking around for a sweaty brow
Has the guard gotta grudge and a sacred cow?

Let’s get something underway
Take away the borders of today
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Free them . . . and you’ll be halfway human
The children . . . let them be in arms tomorrow

I’m looking out through the glass at the other’s world
Seeing them through the fence where they’re all being held
Who’s that getting up and walking around
Are we just gonna leave without making a sound?

International Nationality 2025

Shadows of the heart .mp3

Love music as much as air. I am writing & creating  my own music with the help of Ai tools. Hope you will listen to some of them.

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