Let The Love You Feel Inside  See It Through

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Secret Agent Hvaldimir

Cette chanson parle des nuits blanches que les accidents de la vie nous font passer . Quand notre lit devient trop petit pour ces sombres pensées et que l'on va dehors pour essayer d'oublier...
This song is about the sleepless nights that life's accidents cause us to endure. When our bed becomes too small for these dark thoughts and we go outside to try to forget...

Composer/Keyboard : Régis GAUBERT https://soundcloud.com/rob-spirit/tracks musicoman@wanadoo.fr
Arrangements/Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics/Singer : Guillaume DULER

Quand on marche la nuit
On change le décor
De ces choses que l'on fuit
Mais elles s'accrochent fort
Le jour est endormi
Les heureux rêvent encore
Quand on marche à l'ennui
On se traîne du corps
Quand on marche la nuit
Sous des lumières fanées , blessées
Faux soleils prisonniers
Notre ombre est une amie
Un peu désorientée
Et comme un chien elle nous suit
Fidèle et obligée
Si elle avait une vie
Elle resterait couchée
Quand on marche la nuit
On voit mieux les silences
On contemple les bruits
On regarde leur danse
Un instant on oublie
Notre désespérance
Que le jour que l'on fuit
Réveille nos souffrances
Quand on marche la nuit
On entend nos pensées (bis )
Elles sont comme des cris
Qu'on retient prisonniers
Et la Lune en amie
Paraît nous écouter
Peut être qu'elle luit
Pour mieux nous consoler
Quand on marche la nuit
On croise le hasard
Il nous parle de lui
Mais c'est bien notre histoire
On se voit dans sa vie
Comme dans un miroir
On connaît tout de lui
Il a notre mémoire
Quand on marche la nuit
Au rythme des pourquoi ( bis) 
Que nos pas ont suivi
Des traces d'autrefois
On laisse démuni (bis )
Quelqu'un qui pleurera
Qui marchera la nuit
Les jours où ça va pas

When we walk at night
We change the scenery
Of those things we flee from
But they cling on tightly
The day is asleep
The happy ones still dream
When we walk in boredom
We drag our bodies along
When we walk at night
Under faded, wounded lights
False suns held captive
Our shadow is a friend
A little disoriented
And like a dog, it follows us
Faithful and obliged
If it had a life
It would stay lying down
When we walk at night
We see the silences better
We contemplate the noises
We watch their dance
For a moment, we forget
Our despair
That the day we flee from
Awakens our suffering
When we walk at night
We hear our thoughts (repeat)
They are like cries
That we hold captive
And the Moon, our friend
Seems to listen to us
Perhaps it shines
To better console us
When we walk at night
We encounter chance
It tells us about itself
But it is really our story
We see ourselves in its life
As in a mirror
We know everything about it
It has our memory
When we walk at night
To the rhythm of the whys (repeat) 
That our steps have followed
Traces of the past
We leave helpless (repeat)
Someone who will cry
Who will walk at night
On days when things aren't going well

© Régis GAUBERT/Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Septembre 2025

Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Track 5 from Wigmore Allen Gibbons 2025 release called FRINGE - available at www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

*Keith makes observations everywhere he goes, and in this instance, his tours of local castles led to this idea - those great, huge, thickly-hewn doors are actually hung on very small hinges. Of course, Terry sees the image as a metaphor -great change often begins with small starts. Literal or metaphorical? We 'll leave that up to the listener.

Great Doors Open

    I walked along a beach…soft sand at my feet
    I travelled past a man…his chin down on his chest
    This man is not asleep…He’s too long past all that I guess
    It may sound pretty stupid, yet…there it is
    Great doors open on small hinges
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care
    I don’t care no more…I don’t care… 
    Great doors open on small hinges
   
    On this unmitigated nightmare
    No one walks the lonely path I trod
    More disasters left by the wayside
    At the time, didn’t look so bad

    1.47 (Instrumental Break)
    
    He joined in halfway through the movie
    He ain’t gunna chew this cabbage twice
    That dozy man out on the causeway
    Awoke upon his own advice
    Great doors open on small hinges 
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    He don’t care no more…he just don’t care
    Great doors open on small hinges

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Vocals, Lyrics, Guitars, Bass

Great Doors

United Snakes

wait by the window
pray through the sight

for a dollar
in my pocket
for my country
who’d have thought?

don’t stand by the window
outmanned and alone

after drinking
(check my cheekpiece)
i can hit it
(pull the bolt back)
without thinking
(keep my hands loose)
what i’ve done

i’m waiting now by the window
i don’t know how to get home

for a dollar
in my pocket
for my country
wrong or right

after drinking
(check my cheekpiece)
i can hit it
(pull the bolt back)
without thinking
(keep my hands loose)
what i’ve done
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Thanks to Janine Levinson and Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely for early listening and encouragement.

Special thanks to Wheelwright for sage editorial advice.

Image by Chandler Cruttenden via Unsplash



Window

Mac ; music , lyrics , vocals
Scotty ; lyrics , vocals
Shane ; lyrics , vocals
Backing vocals and pretend robotics ; mr and mrs harmful 


I can’t be scared of modern day ai 
Cos daddy said don’t be afraid of things that cannot cry

Cos them robotic minds somewhere deep inside 
Will never feel the difference between jealousy and pride
Or fathom out the fashions of the secrets that we hide
But I’m so alive , I can fantasise 
I can disbelieve what’s before my eyes
But I won’t prophesies demise
Because prophets love to lie
And I’m too busy getting high
That’s where I find the fire
Unless we’re blind to the light 
There ain’t no need to fight
Cos it’s impossible to die
If we’ve never been alive

I can’t be scared of modern day Ai
Cos daddy said don’t be afraid of things that cannot cry 

I'm not convinced there's skill in prompts
that generate soulless and gaunt
emotions that fall short of what is human.
Such foolish sheep ingesting these
false imitations of beliefs,
experiences not achieved, nor numen. 
And it's plumin' smoke into the air,
unnatural, how do they dare
pollute our world without a care for people?
Why can't we all accept, make peace
that perfection is out of reach
and we are ours, flaws, all, unique, yet equals.
 
Oh Ai 
My my

Ai oh my

This is the Norwegian version of my original You Did
Vocals and lyrics by me
Music made in Garageband

Men Du  (Norwegian version of my original You Did)

Check out the official video for this song right here!
https://youtu.be/qv1DVuvnJYY?si=sMJqWtuhL-NmsFJE

Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @hiddenhands-760647700 – Chris – acoustic guitar, electric guitar, synth, and composition

The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, electric piano, and synth

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh –Collings mandolin, bowed upright double bass and Warwick four-string fretless electric bass guitar 

Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –- Timpani, steel pan, triangle, arpeggiated synth, synth effects, backing vocals, and production editing

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken — drums and percussion

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production


This song began its life when Chris put ass to chair and came up with it a while back. This is the latest of the massive song collection he laid on Eclectic Collective about a month and a half ago. Be prepared to hear a lot more of his songs coming through our fingers and voices, because we now have a plethora of great material from him. So, Chris came up with this arrangement on his acoustic guitar, electric guitar, and synth, but it was a pretty solid composition, even by his standards, and it had the magic already baked in.

  The first one of us to grab a hold of it was Carl, who immediately heard his vocal part, which he supplied with his always striking lyrics. JJ was the first instrumentalist to add his part, laying in the delightful organ, electric piano, and synth you hear throughout. Josh came out swinging next, adding his upright bass, which he bowed. He also added the delayed mandolin track you head trickling throughout, as well. Mark came along shortly after, adding his dramatic timpani, enchanting steel pan, cool triangle, arpeggiated synth, and synth effects to the mix. He also did some major editing, making room for Stephen's guitar solo, and adjusting some parts at the end. Mark also added some backing vocals, quoting George Harrison's Here Comes the Sun. If you listen closely, you can hear his Easter eggs in there. 

  At this point, the song sounded almost classical, especially Josh's bowed bass part. However, Ken still had something to say in here, adding his remarkable, driving drums to the whole thing. Josh, recognizing the sea change this created, added his fretless four-string to match Ken's kick. Stephen was able to blend the two in the production phase. But not before installing his absolutely thrilling electric guitar solo in there. Stephen did a wonderful job of producing, mixing, and mastering this for us, as always, when it was all in the can.

  This is the first song Carl has gotten to sing that Chris has written. We're all super excited to unleash this combo on the world. This song reminds Josh of one of his favorite bands, The Flaming Lips, too, which makes it a special treat for him, as well. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. 

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Great nuclear beast

East horizon you meet

New life


Shine on us

Saving us from night


Birds take the first song

Beaks waking other ones

Wonder returns


Good morning sun

Just shine dear one

Sun shine on


Good greatest grace for thee

Dusts to Star

Our seed

Evolution breathes

Mass ejection beams


Our sun

Good morning

Fill good air with photon

The greatest good

Solar bent space time flood

Space fawn


Birds cannot be wronged

Once your fine light has songed

Wonder wound

Morning sound


Our dear Sun

Shine on

Good Morning Sun (Eclectic Collective)

Vertigo

Singer/Songwriter and instrument tinkerer :)

Vertigo

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