Clay Young

FloW.

Voice of the nation

keep the hope...

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街灯 / street light
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どうか
想い届けと　風をあつめて
祈る　ゆびさき

どこか
帰る場所など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　あしおと

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　何かが
自分の姿で演じてる　そして
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

ひとり
灯る街灯に　寒くないかと
憂う　ゆうぐれ

いつか
閉じる扉など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　ひとなみ

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　愚かな
自分の姿を忘れてる者が
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

AppleMusic

街灯 / street light

Cover art:  Taylor 114ce and my Peloton

Eating lots of cheese and hotdogs, eating lots of cake. and pie
I wish that I could switch to arugula and beets so I could be a more healthy guy.
It seems like everywhere I look; I see a delicious high calorie treat
But I only have one stomach and there's so much food to eat.
There's a Peloton in my basement, I need to go down there
Cause I. don't like how I look in my underwear
Why can't losing weight be as easy as losing hair.
I step into Starbucks for black coffee and walk out with hot chocolate and a muffin. Sometimes I feel like a teddy bear who's been filled with too much stuffing 
I tell myself that for lunch I'll have a side salad, and I'll skip the dressing but the more that I think about it it starts to feel depressing
there's the peloton in my basement I need to go down there.

If God said to Adam if you eat that fruit, you won't look good in your birthday suit, would he have taken a bite?  Based on my experience I don't think so.
If Moses led his people to the promised land and they found a place where desert was banned, would they have stayed there?  Based on my experience I don't think so.
There’s a Peloton in my basement. I need to go down there. 
I chew on my celery stick and I wish I was eating a French fry and I sip from my bottle of water but I'd rather be drinking a Mai Tai 
every day when I put on my clothes my pants feel a little bit tighter and every time when I step on the scale I realize I'm not getting lighter
There's a Peloton in my basement, I need to go down there
Cause I don't like how I look in my underwear
Why can't losing weight be as easy as losing hair.
Why is the food that tastes the best so unhealthy it's not fair.

Peloton in My Basement 2025 version

Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

I must get this off my chest . If you are approached by Jacob Gilliland from Alamo Records , please don't give him a second of your time , I checked him out and he is just a lowlife scammer preying on the hopes and dreams of talented musicians like yourselves , pondlife should be named and shamed !
Anyway , I wanted to write an anthemic rocker , so I got in touch with my lyricist pal from New York , Andrea Brennan , and she came up with the goods , we hope you like it ! Me and Kim are still hoping to win a song competition , so if you get chance please vote for us http://hofa-contest.com/song/19226/
Many songs coming up with Kim , Dave Cooper , by myself , and Gaz Brownie.
Lots happening Guys and Gals , thank you so much for your time .
Charlotte and I still have our album out there , links below
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

V1
I give half my life to the road
Stadiums and concert halls
I’m running on overload

And with every missed call

 

Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd
Hear your voice in my strings

They’re calling me home 
It's been way too long, I miss



Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

And the world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be  

 

V2
The grind is taking its toll
Overdue for a change of pace

Can’t help thinking of you as

I take my place on the stage


Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd

Feel your heart in the drums

They’re calling me home
It's been way too long, I miss



Chorus

Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

The world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be



Bridge
Last show I’ll ever know 

One more encore then hit the road

In twenty four hours, I’ll feel



Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

The world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be

Kiss on My Lips

Salut, voici Malina, mon nouveau titre en solo joué lors d'une session live au hangar de la Barraque à Mirepoix (09)
https://youtu.be/WVCQL9tapCw

Le morceau (version studio) est disponible sur toutes les plateformes 
(Les deux versions sont sur le bandcamp uniquement)
https://music.imusician.pro/a/20XDbO__

Mathieu Torres est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Merci Enormément à Stéphanie Artaud #dirtinthewind pour la prise de vue

Malina Live - Video in description

Tu viens d’une étrangère planète
Tu me fais vraiment…. tourner la tête
Oh Oh
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever
I really wanna one more chance
‘Cause you’re so hypnotic ….my shiny little star…

Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Oh Oh
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever

Oh Oh
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Oh Oh Oh

Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever…for ever
I really wanna one more chance
‘Cause you’re so hypnotic ….my shiny little star

Oh Oh
Oh Oh 

Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Oh Oh
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever…for ever…for ever…

NEW ROMANCE II

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

Heartache In My Levi's

Just a little pfunkey dancetrack, enjoy and have a good time

pista de baile (funky dancefloor)

If I had known it was the last summer, I would have lived every moment deeper - in memory of the greatest loss of my life.

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I still see you in the evening glow,
your laughter drifting with the breeze.
The sun was sinking soft and low,
you moved like time was ours to seize.

I reach for you through fading light,
but all I touch is memory.
A shadow dancing out of sight,
a summer lost to endless sea.

One more dance in fading sun,
one last summer, then you’re gone.
Time runs out, but hearts hold on,
in that light, you still belong.

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Music and Words by FloW., 2025 Generated vocals, shaped by hand. All vocals are synthetically generated. No real voices were used or imitated. The voices serve artistic expression only. Cover image: AI-generated, artist-guided. All samples used are royalty-free and/or properly licensed – including material from Logic Pro and Landr.com.

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More about FloW.: www.iamflow.de
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One last summer

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.

Peloton in My Basement 2025 version

Joe Stroffolino