I always LOVE LOVE hearing widely differently versions of a song, especially the way you did it here - one as simple acoustic, and one with full band. Already a classic now cut even deeper.   :)

just awesome. I am so afraid of what's coming down the pike with AI  and I think you laid out the issue...great melody/song here as well..Ilike acoustic for sure

Howdy Joe! How is it going? I watched this on YouTube and it is awesome! I'm in agreement A.I. sucks bigly! There is nothing like an artist and their guitar! Songs should come from the heart, not a computer chip! Great job!👍😎✌🏼

Amazing performance man. Excellent delivery on the vox. Rivals the original in many aspects. In fact it's maybe better because of what it's singing to. Both amazing but I think I prefer your acoustic version for the rawness. AI can't do raw it can only do splat

So like hearing about your musical journey Joe, and the humanness of it all. Glad you're not a digital 'robot'.

Summer Stroll

Ma fille quand elle avait 20 ans a passé 2 mois en hôpital psychiatrique . Les paroles de la chanson sont le reflet de ce dont elle se souvient et notre ressenti quand on allait la voir . Philippe a su retranscrire en musique toutes les étapes psychologiques par lesquelles elle et nous , ses parents sommes passés. Merci à Thibault pour les passages en anglais qui apportent une intensité incroyable au titre .  
My 20-year-old daughter spent 2 months in a psychiatric hospital. The song's lyrics reflect what she remembers and how we felt when we went to see her. Philippe was able to transcribe into music all the psychological stages she and we, her parents, went through. Thanks to Thibault for the English passages, which bring an incredible intensity to the track.  
Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER   Chant et arrangements couplets anglais : Thibault DERACHE



Lyrics:
I live without really existing
I swim in a sea of darkness
My heart is a mass of scars
I wrap my body in dark veils

Je me sens silence dans ce malaise hanté
Je vis sans présent je n'ai plus d'avant d'après
Ces voix qui me tourmentent
Et me cueillent les fleurs d'un mal
Me poussent dans de lentes
Rondes abyssales

Je suis un fantôme dans un corps naufragé
J'accroche ma raison aux crochets de mes vivants
Les yeux ouverts d'angoisses
Sur l'amour de mes parents
Leur peine qui m'enlace
Me transperce violemment

Mes nuits à errer en habit de papier
Dans des couloirs morts d'ennui à perpétuité
J'ai peur dans ce grand vide
Qui me brûle comme un démon
Comme un trop long suicide
Dépression sans horizon

Des silhouettes blanches ombres en apesanteur
Dansent autour de moi interrogent mes douleurs
Mes mots restent en prison
Dans l'enfer de mes pensées
Mon esprit tourne en rond
Sur une route damnée

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

My mind is going on board on my drunkness ship
I only wanna take an easy and quiet trip
I wanna stay the course to avoid all the storms
On the ocean of my hours I want to stay in the norms

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

I live without really existing
I swim in a sea of darkness
My heart is a mass of scars
I wrap my body in dark veils

I feel silence in this haunted malaise
I live without present I have no before or after
These voices that torment me
And pick the flowers of an evil
Push me into slow
Abyssal rounds

I'm a ghost in a shipwrecked body
I hang my reason on the hooks of my living
Eyes open with anguish
On the love of my parents
Their grief embracing me
pierces me violently

My nights wandering in paper clothes
In dead corridors of perpetual boredom
I'm afraid in this great emptiness
That burns me like a demon
Like too long a suicide
Horizonless depression

White silhouettes weightless shadows
Dance around me, question my pain
My words remain in prison
In the hell of my thoughts
My mind spins in circles
On a damned road

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

My mind is going on board on my drunkness ship
I only wanna take an easy and quiet trip
I wanna stay the course to avoid all the storms
On the ocean of my hours I want to stay in the norms

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER Juillet 2023
Thibault DERACHE:
https://soundcloud.com/user-313022683?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

M.E..N...T....A.....L     (  Feat Thibault DERACHE ) TRANSLATED

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Hello everyone,

Many of you probably know this feeling. You start making music and completely lose track of time. The hours fly by, and suddenly it's late in the evening or even nighttime. I wanted to capture this theme in a lighthearted and humorous way.

I'm really happy that I was able to produce this song together with Mike Fox. Mike liked my idea for the arrangement and lyrics right away, and he was immediately on board. How much we appreciate each other can definitely be heard in the lyrics.

For this song, we were also able to bring in two guest singers—but just listen for yourselves! What they sing is probably something everyone in a relationship has heard at some point – or am I wrong?

Mike and I certainly hear it very, very often! 😆

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"We Should Be Asleep By Now"

Axel walks in, right on time,
Says “let’s rehearse” – I pour some wine.
He’s got a plan, I improvise,
But rock ain't played by suits and ties!

Mike plugs in, makes feedback scream,
Calls it “tone,” I call it a meme.
He swears his solos shake the land,
But his hands shake more—he can’t withstand!

We should be asleep by now,
But here we are, we rock somehow!
One more song, then one more beer,
Proud and loud we still are here!

You press one key, a full band plays,
No fight, no sweat—just modern ways!
I bend my strings, I break my bones,
You sip green tea and check your phone!

Oh please, Rockstar, not so loud,
Last night you snored and shook the crowd!
You call my sound too clean, too bright,
But at least my back don’t ache at night!

We should be asleep by now,
But here we are, we rock somehow!
One more song, then one more beer,
Proud and loud we still are here!

My riffs still shake my hometowns sky!

My chords still make the neighbors cry!

Six strings, raw soul, full of might!

But my keys sound’s programmed right! (Here we go)

We should be asleep by now...

Come on, Mike, let's listen to the backing singers.

You should be asleep by now!

Oh Axel, put on your glasses, these are our wives.

You should be asleep by now! 
You should be asleep by now!

Alright, Axel, your keys ain’t bad…

And Mike, your solos (still) drive ‘em mad!

We battle, we clash, we push the fight,
But side by side, we light the night! 

We should be asleep by now,
But here we are, we rock somehow!
One more song, then one more beer,
Proud and loud we still are here!

__________________________________

Credits:
Guitars / Vocals: Mike Fox
Keys / Vocals: Axel Menningen
Background-Choir: „The wives“

We should be asleep by now

We Should Be Asleep By Now

Cinematic and Orchestral Music
Picture by MarWin55
Franck C Production
Music by Franck Charles
ASCAP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB4QzfTFg8A

Expedition

Started writing this late at night April 14th into April 15th, 1-3am, one of those unexpected nights. I had a feeling, a thought and this came together fast. Finished it up today and did this live take tonight on the ol Baldwin. It's been awhile since something has struck me so quick. This is a song I was like...well I don't care this is how I feel so I'm writing this. True feelings. Thanks to everyone that listens!:) 

Forever 

I'm so late I know
And I'm so sorry 
You're living the American dream
A beautiful family 
It should've been you and me 
I know that you would agree
I'm glad that you called me
Are you happy?
What we never shared
Has been killing me for years

Just one night!
With you
I'd be content
Oh it's true
The memory
Would linger
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo

We were pure as snow
Then life got crazy
I've been chasing a long shot dream
Writing of a love deep in me
Through every dark valley 
You've been my fantasy 
What we never shared 
Has been killing me for years

Just one night!
With you
I'd be content
Oh it's true
The memory
Would linger
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo

Seems just like it was yesterday 
When our eyes just could not look away 

Just one night!
With you
I'd be content
Oh it's true
The memory
Would linger
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo 
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo 
Forever! Ooo Ooo Ooo
Forever! And ever

All music written and recorded by 
©Daniel Colter Valentine

Forever (Original song live)

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
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Lyrics
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers but I continued to play
And as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great 
even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure and a catchy vibe and beat 
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

AI Sucks Acoustic Live Version

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

This is the Norwegian version of our other song: The Good People In My Life

Thank you so much for listening :)

Norwegian Lyrics:

1
Æ lage mange sanga for å uttrykke mæ sjøl
Og av og til e tekstan ganske mørk
Men når æ tenke på
De gode folkan i mitt liv
Da lage æ teksta med et smil...

2
Noen ganga føles livet vanskelig og tøft
Og probleman dukke opp i kø
Men når æ tenke på
De gode folkan i mitt liv
Blir tåran erstatta med et smil..

Chorus:
Selv om det regne og bilen går i stå
Vil det alltid finnes grunna til å le
Når æ tenke på
De gode folkan i mitt liv
Kan æ møte probleman med et smil!

3
På en regnfull dag skal æ minne mæ sjøl på
At æ e ganske heldig uansett
For når æ tenke på
De gode folkan i mitt liv
Har æ all grunn til å leve med et smil..

Chorus x 2
Selv om det regne og bilen går i stå
Vil det alltid finnes grunna til å le
Når æ tenke på de gode folkan i mitt liv
Kan æ møte probleman med et smil! :)

De Gode Folkan I Mitt Liv (Norwegian version of The Good People In My Life)

Phobos / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Added acoustic guitars and final mix by Neno J.
@paploviante-and-friends:
@paul-racle:

PHOBOS (Collab Paploviante & Neno J.)

Pierre and JC Bordetti productions (c) 05/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.
Many thanks to Anne-Lise for this beautiful photo of the island of Lanzarote.

Instrumental Jazz Fusion

Luminous cave

Luminous Cave

A murder STORY SONG! (but justified...???) Trying to balance what initially appears to be a love song with impending creepiness and uncomfortable legato string at the end. A Justice song. Just Us = Justice. get it? argh. Sorry to pun haters everywhere. Also, two syllable lines are hard.

Lyrics:

Met you
last train.
Soft laugh
cold rain.
Shared seat
cheap talk.
Missed stop,
slow walk.


Your coat,
my hands,
that night
began.

Heart rush,
Just This,
I stay,
for Just Us.
One touch,
we spin.
pull close,
breathe in.

Phone off,
no sound.
Old world,
shut down.
Tea steam,
thin light.
Your head
just right.

You trust,
I pour.
Warm lips,
want more.

Heart rush,
room slow.
I stay,
you know.
One touch,
we spin,
pull close,
breathe in.

Clock clicks,
too loud.
You fade,
I’m proud.

Glass falls,
pulse drops.
Love ends,
beat stops.
My smile,
your sigh.
One kiss,
goodbye.

You drank,
Justice.
For my
Sister.
Your fault,
She’s gone.
Farewell,
Bastard.

Just Us

Songs with a twinge of humor (and some a bit more serious).  
I do not use AI to create my songs. 
Recently I have had the urge to pick up my guitars (Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire) and I have been trying to use more guitar in my songs.  
My go to .vst plug ins are  EZkeys 2, EZ Bass and  EZ drummer 3) and my DAW is Logic Pro 11. 
I welcome your comments and enjoy listening to all the great music on SoundCloud. 
All songs are originals and copyrighted.

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