What a ray of joyous sunshine this was. Had on repeat. The right side of optimism whilst never leaning into twee.

Such a catchy song! Just love the marimba!

neat melody..like the vocal and the lyrics/message....amazing how many people seem depressed and confused about who they are/what to do...it's not that complicated as you say. life is short ..remember that and cherish each day

What a lovely antidote to the annoying "Que Sera Sera".  This is excellent Johnny, loving the Reggae feel and fine acoustic guitar work.

Like the idea of optimism being the new black...keep shining, Johnny!

Hi Johnny! Awesome track! Fantastic lyics and vocals! Loved it! Great job!👍😎✌🏼

Piano Improvisations #24.8

A song against fascism in America (and around the world)
Check out the music video! It's not a dull political lecture - it's fun, I promise!
https://youtu.be/ljzN-jlpQoY

No Kings for Me

I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me

I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

How did the worst of us rise to the top?
Degenerates and hypocrites
The ugliest Americans
They won't depart you if you're white
And love is their kryptonite

Now I am a vagabond in their stupid eyes
But this vagabond is free
Here's how it goes:
A coup by twisted billionaire bros
But there are no kings for me

I'll hide my face
From their dark surveillance state
I'll piss on their graves
You'll see
Their fear hate and lies
And lies and lies and lies
I've built up immunity

How did the worst of us get to decide
That we support murderers and genocide?
Better watch your step because
Here come the masked American thugs

I will not kiss
Your gangster ostentatious ring
There are no kings for me
Your time is up
Your fascist dream is crumbling
The vagabonds sing "we are free"

And why do the worst of us hate us so much?
I never hated them until
They bowed down to the antichrist
They chose their path to hell
I wish that I could wish them well

No I will not bow
My knees will not bend
There are no kings for me
I will not yield
Send your goon squads back to hell
There are no kings for me

No Kings for Me

Flowers.

Written in January 2024.

Published in July 2025.


During the first few months of last year, I was ill with my recurring kidney stone problems.

Fortunately, that passed.

I left some of the compositions I started unfinished, and some sketches were barely started.

This is one of them.

My mother lives in a typical Andalusian house in Seville.

One of the characteristics of these houses is that they usually have a courtyard where there are all kinds of flowering and non-flowering plants.

Obviously, they need to be cared for, watered, fertilized, etc.
My mother loves doing it, and in spring she reaps the rewards of her labor.

I always give my flower icons to the women I follow (I hope I'm not annoying them by doing that), so I thought it was interesting to draw inspiration from all of that to put this together.

17 Tracks native instruments MS2 & Old Xewton forum.
3 XPad 
2 iMini Arturia
1 iProphet Arturia
2 korg IM
1 Ob-xd 
1 flowtones 


Mix: my hear 
Software. Music Studio 2
Hardware.ipad

Cover. A part of the courtyard of my mother's house

Thank you for your comments

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Flowers

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

BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
TAKE OFF THAT STRAIT JACKET
MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME
NO NEED TO BE BOUND BY CONVENTION
IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY
FUMBLE FOR THE PHONE
YOU CAN ASK FOR ANY EXTENSION
TAKE A BREATH, COUNT TO THREE
MAKING SURE YOU’RE QUITE ALONE
THEN LISTEN FOR THE LIST OF DIRECTIONS
>
LIE BACK, CLOSE YOUR EYES, CONCENTRATE ON MY VOICE
>
I KNOW AT HEART YOU HAVE THE BEST INTENTIONS
YOU ONLY FALL APART WHEN I FORGET TO MENTION
THAT YOU WERE ONCE THE GO TO PARTY GUY
MAGNET TO THE MINIONS BEFORE THINGS WENT AWRY
>
BLAME THE LOSS OF CONTROL ON THE DEVILS IN WHITE COATS
THE STEALER OF SOULS
WILL EAT YOU WHOLE
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
>
ONCE YOU ARE LOST
YOU DON’T WANNA BE FOUND
>
LISTEN TO THE VOICES THEY ARE CALLING YOUR NAME
TELLING YOU, BE PATIENT, AND NOT TO RUN AWAY
(JUST BIDE YOUR TIME AND WAIT)
SO STAY AND PLAY THEM AT THIER OWN GAME
THEY WANT SOME PROOF THAT YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE
>
FLYING SO HIGH REQUIRED YOUR BEST DISGUISE
BUT ALAS IT TOOK ITS TOLL ALWAYS LIVING A LIE
SWINGING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN LOW AND HIGH
RESULTED IN DIVORCE BETWEEN HAND AND EYE
>
CAN YOU HEAR THE VOICES
CALLING YOUR NAME
CALLING YOUR NAME
>
THIS JACKET ISN’T MEANT TO STRAIGHTEN YOU OUT
IT WAS SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO LOCK YOU IN
FUNCTIONS LIKE AN OUTER SKELETON AND SKIN
PLACING UNDER LOCK AND KEY THAT MANIACLE GRIN
>
THE AMICABLE SPLIT DIDN’T HAPPEN BIT BY BIT
IT HAPPENED IN A BLINK BARELY LEAVING TIME TO THINK
ONE PERSONA KEPT A GRASP ON WIT 
(HE’S A FUNNY GUY)
THE OTHER WANTS TO QUIT
ONCE THE TWO LIVED SIDE BY SIDE BUT NOW NO LONGER FIT
>
CALLING YOUR NAME


CAN I TAKE YOUR STRAIT JACKET, SIR

Recording sessions from 21-02-2024 - 15-07-2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI / No samples
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL- Gustave Moreau (Oedipus and the Sphinx)
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, 
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

Under the Wings of the Sphinx-1

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

We all have dreams. Chase your dreams , chase those Rainbows have fun. Life is short. Do it now. Believe in yourself and anything is possible. Try it. The magic is inside of you. Let the Genie out of the bottle.  

Written , performed by : John Mc Farlane

Life's About Living

Life's about living

Rainbows & Dreams

Pop ballad.
Created with MMJ loops and sounds  (music and vocal). 

To the night

The Way

When you find what you're good at, no-one can ever take it from you!

Stand Out

Hi, My name is Johnny Mc Farlane, I am an Indie songwriter from Ireland. I write, play, produce and distribute my own music. I try to write songs that will mean something to whoever may be listening. I try to express feeling and emotions through my music, I try to hit the heart and soul of whoever may be listening and to pass on my feelings through my lyrics and my music. A lot of the songs I write come from Personal experiences, some are pure imagination, but all try to carry a message of Hope, Fait, understanding and a spiritual message of love. I am just one voice in the wilderness but together we are stronger. Thank you so much for listening to my music. It’s a real honour.

Rainbows & Dreams

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