D'aprés le poème amérindien "The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee " de Norman Scott Momaday
Compositeur Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur Mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Je suis une plume dans le ciel immense
Je suis l'ombre qui suit l'enfance
Je suis le cheval qui galope dans la plaine 
Alors regarde, je suis vivant

Je suis l'aigle qui joue avec le vent 
Je suis un bouquet de perles étincelant
Je suis l'étoile la plus lointaine des prairies
Alors regarde, je suis vivant

Je suis la lumière de l'après-midi
Je suis les paillettes sur la neige après la nuit 
Je suis le sentier de la lune sur le lac
Alors regarde, je suis vivant

Je suis la grande flamme aux quatre couleurs 
Je suis la faim d'un jeune loup 
Je suis un vol d'oies dans le ciel d'hiver 
Alors regarde, je suis vivant

Je suis vivant

This was unavoidable for me.  Politics aside, I think we can all agree that the mounting innocent victims of global conflict are a tragedy beyond measure.  These casualties should not be ignored as we sit in the comforts of our cushy little lives.


All rights reserved 6/6/2024

So far away 
It rumbles Iike a thundercloud
Eyes to the sky
Illuminated all around

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

The smoke in your eyes
Does not mask the tragedy…
don’t mind the flies
Images in front of me…

Temperatures rising
In the towns 
And over the fields
So many dying
And for what
I do not believe….

Moonlight and shadows
Paint the town
In shades so disarming..
the look in their eyes…
never to see the next morning 

Calling your name
In the pile of rubble under me…
I don’t here a sound
The silence is so deafening…

Awaiting a world
to look and see
I cannot believe
what’s goin down
And what will be
I cannot conceive

Missiles are raining
From the sky
It’s never ending…
mothers are wailing
like a choir
the tears they are sending

Six thousand miles 
Isn’t really far away…

Awaiting A World

Cast of Characters:

Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – drums, VST upright bass, electric vibraphone, horns, high organ in the last section, percussion (shaker, hand claps), production, editing, mix, and composition

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Fender Custom Shop Tele Thinline electric guitar and mastering

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, synthesizer

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – PRS semi hollow body electric guitar


This song began its life some 20 years ago recorded on Mark's old skool keyboard workstation as a bass line and drum beat, accentuated by a synth melody playing over some electric piano. It sat as that basic version until just recently, when Mark had gotten into horn arrangements, and wanted to try some out, thus creating the impetus for reviving this old tune. Plus, he wanted to get the Eclectic Collective to play the guitar and keys parts on it for a little extra jazzy pizzazz.
  He turned it over to the rest of the EC gang with a pretty clear vision of what he wanted structurally. Stephen was first up, adding his driving guitar to the fist part of every verse. Josh deftly chimed in with the response line in every verse. JJ then came into the mix last and sprinkled his magic electric piano and other keys throughout. After all of our parts were in the can, Mark went to work dutifully editing and mixing what you hear as the final product. Stephen then did his pro mastering work on it to add a little bit more shine.
 This was a lot of fun to put together. It doesn't feature all of the EC, but the other guys will be on many upcoming creations. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.



Clyde's Glide (Eclectic Collective)

This is the first of a set of four marches for orchestra. The instrumentation is piccolo, two flutes, two oboes, two clarinets, two bassoons, four horns, three trumpets, three trombones, tuba, percussion and strings.

March No. 1 in A-flat

05/01/2025

do do 2

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)

Street Walk (2025)

Celestial Goddess of the Good Thang

Deep explorations through different feelings 

Spatial Awareness

Kobe Dupree - Garden Opus 23

11/10/2025

Gypsy  Life

nun massacre

I didn't choose this obsession it was chosen for me unknowingly.
Lucky me no regrets.

do do 2

J.Rivas