Love your style …(compliment). 🌍 ☮︎ 👍

really well done..the banjo is excellent...I really appreciate your history narratives as well. thank you

I’m generally an REM fan and had seen them live back in the day when we were going to punk dives and garage band hangouts. But I don’t recognize the tune. However, I do love a fine rendition of a rock/pop song done as a folky/country tune. This is mesmerizingly enjoyable. Your vocals are ethereal and the instrumentation authentically, heart wrenchingly natural. Enjoyed this JT! Durge

I always enjoy listening to your music JT....just keeps getting better and better. you have the best vocals on Soundcloud bro, no lie

Avant le téléphone , internet , les femmes de soldats partis à la guerre attendaient les lettres de leurs fiancés et maris . Les enfants étaient témoins de leurs angoisses et de leurs larmes ...
Compositeur Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur Mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
La guerre c'est le bruit d'une pointe de crayon 
C'est le regard absent dans les yeux de ma mère
C'est une longue attente blanche une prison
Des mots qu'elle lisait des lettres qu'on espère

C'est le son d'un amour à la lumière dansante
C'est le goût de tous les jours , sans saveurs sans saisons
C'est apprendre qu'il y a des choses qui te manquent
Des semaines d'inquiétudes , des rides sur son front

C'est elle enveloppée dans la fumée des cigarettes
Comme dans un nuage porteur de larmes amères
Et puis c'est le silence soudain des nuits défaites
Colmatés d'espérance pour fuir le vent d'hiver 

La guerre c'est savoir qu'elle peut te dénuder
Jusqu'à la moelle d'un père qu'elle t'aura volé
Que les jours qui suivront seront jamais comblés
Que hurleront impitoyable les vents glacés

Before the telephone and the Internet, the wives of soldiers away at war waited for letters from their fiancés and husbands. Children witnessed their anguish and tears ...
Composer and arranger : Philippe SEGUINARD Author and melodist : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
War is the sound of a pencil tip 
It's the absent look in my mother's eyes
It's a long white wait in a prison
Words she read Letters we hope for

It's the sound of love in dancing light
It's the taste of every day, without flavors without seasons
It's learning that there are things you miss
Weeks of worry, wrinkles on her forehead

It's her wrapped in cigarette smoke
Like a cloud of bitter tears
And then it's the sudden silence of empty nights
Clogged with hope to escape the winter wind 

War is knowing that it can strip you bare
To the very marrow of a father stolen from you
That the days that follow will never be filled
That the icy winds will howl mercilessly

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

La guerre      TRANSLATED

喜び

Ancestral language

Live performance of this song you YouTube: https://youtu.be/OJq2PmSBs2U
Mastered by Woods Studio Mixing and Mastering. Check them out here on Soundcloud - @woods_studio
Who’s losing now
Who’s passed out on the floor
So lost since we’ve been found
The love is here no more 
Dizzy over hang
The in between’s a blur
I swear I was not wrong 
The fruit we ate was pure 
She was an angel
She was an angel strangled tempted by the demons’ escape 
I can’t breathe I break with every move you make
I can’t breathe I break with every sip you take 
I can’t breathe I break each vile a mistake
I can’t breathe I break it’s all that I can take the demons escape
I know, where does time go walked for miles passed right by ohhh she was an angel 
Who’s losing now 
The love is here no more

Mastered by Woods Studio Mixing and Mastering. Check them out here on Soundcloud - @woods_studio

Demons Escape

Lyrics

Lessons learned in borrowed time
Sudden change with a blink of an eye
Where did it go? 
Swallowed by fortitude?
Where has it gone as the day breaks?
Mostly lost in a foreign land
Surrounded by the pull of sinking sand
Dreaming of life
Grieving in solitude
When will it end as the ground shakes?
Why does the ground shake?
Why?
Sailing on the sea of regret
Playing with the hand that you're dealt
Not giving up is a human art
Fighting on when you feel you can't
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can
Don't stick around in the cold despair
Don't make it up you can make it there
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can
Another set of winding stairs
That lead you to a truth that you cannot bear
Looking down from the precipice 
Embroiled by the thoughts of nothingness
Silent screams from a whisky jar
That hit you with the force of a speeding car
A flicker of light, a drizzle of rain
Impaled by the force of all life's pain
Why is there so much pain?
Why?
Sailing on the river of guilt
Playing with the hand that you're dealt
Not giving up is a human art
Fighting on when you feel you can't
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can
Don't stick around in the cold despair
Don't make it up when you make it there
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can

Believe You Can

"Don't Go Back to Rockville" is a song by the American rock band R.E.M. Delivered by the band's vocalist Michael Stipe and released as a single in 1984, as well as appearing on their second studio album, "Reckoning” the same year. My friends, me at 16, an other hardcore musician people loved the record

The song's title refers to Rockville, Maryland, a suburb of Washington, D.C., and the lyrics convey a sense of longing, regret, and the desire to escape from a place and situation. Michael Stipe mentioned in interviews that the song was written by Mike Mills as a plea to a special friend at the time, asking them not to return to Rockville

R.E.M. was formed in Athens, Georgia, in the early 1980s and became one of the leading bands of the alternative rock scene. "Don't Go Back to Rockville" is one of their notable early tracks and remains a fan favorite

Mike Mills always put his heart into it and remains my favorite bandmember: https://youtu.be/iKlwHbXVBJ8?si=HA8czyNjpBCZwHNc

JTS Mostly Good String Band version in C

[Verse 1]
C
Looking at your watch a third time
C                               F   Fsus4  F  Fsus4  F
waiting in the station for the bus
C
Going to a place that's far,
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
so far away and if that's not enough
G            F      Em    Am
Going where nobody says hello,
Am                        Gm          F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
they don't talk to anybody they don't know
C
You'll wind up in some factory
C                                           F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
that's full time filth with nowhere left to go
C
Walk home to an empty house,
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
sit around all by yourself
G                     F           Em  Am
I know it might sound strange but I believe
Am                   Gm          F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
You'll be coming back before too long

[Chorus]
C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

[Verse 2]
C
At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
I don't care that you're not here with me
C
'Cause it's so much easier to handle
C                               F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
All my problems if I'm too far out to sea
G                    F      Em   
But something, it better happen soon
        Am                  Gm        F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back

[Chorus]
C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville,
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

[Bridge]
C                           F    G    F   G
It's not as though I really need you
C                          F    G    F  G
If you were here I'd only bleed you
Dm      Am          Dm       Am                F
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
           F               G
That's not how it ought to be
            G              F            Em    Am
Well I know it might sound strange but I believe
Am                   Gm          F   Fsus4   F  Fsus4  F
You'll be coming back before too long

[Chorus]
C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

C                 Dm    G
Don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm  G
don't go back to Rockville
C                 Dm   G
don't go back to Rockville
F
And waste another year

This song is about Ingrid Schorr, a formidable young woman the band knew at the University of Georgia whose hometown was Rockville, Maryland. She got a lot of attention on campus as classmates lamented her departure

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Don't Go Back To Rockville

Don’t Go Back to Rockville

This song began one morning while I was "noodling" on the guitar, key of G, 5th fret capo using D shapes, (for the guitarists out there:), and thought it the beginning of a promising recipe for a song; but it sounded a little thin.  It needed some extra seasoning and a little protein, so I sent it to Debra Buesking for her culinary expertise and she supplied all the lovely touches it needed.  It's now ready to serve, our version of "Noodle Soup". Enjoy:)  
Listen to more tasty treats Debbie has cooked up @debra_buesking

Noodle Soup (with Debra Buesking, piano)

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track inspired by the movie Event Horizon

Plus Vite, Plus Loin, Plus Rien (Faster, Further, Nothing) (より速く、より遠く、何もない)

Why?

Ambiguous

This is a song for my Mary, but it is applicable to all Mary's. 

This is my first attempt at recording new material since last summer, I've been writing and playing a lot, but I just haven't had the time lately to get my ideas on tape. So it's nice to get this one out, and hopefully, it'll not be as long a wait for my next. 

Thanks for all the listens and support, it's greatly appreciated as always. cheers!

lyrics

don't let the world dictate to you
be your own girl
in a world that's you

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your time 

don't let the world
loose from your grasp
come up for air
whenever you get the chance 

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your 
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your time

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
don't listen to the boys 
they all screaming that it's true

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
but there's nobody out there
can do you as good as you

so don't let the world
edit out your past
look back with pride 
and don't
catapult so fast

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your 
wasting all your 
wasting all your time

Time, For Mary

An American folk performer with roots in the 90s Seattle and Tempe music scenes, JTSunrise weaves classic tunes and tales from the heart with modern images mixed with fingers and breath - - - Genuine Gen X Folkspunk Seattle Americana acoustic guitar, banjo, mandolin, uke, autoharp, harmonica an old school stringband songs recorded down home

If you're an acoustic player/singer-songwriter of any kind please get in touch. 

All Music Matters
Your Music is Real
Thank You All
God Bless You
See u in the Pit (ole$chool punk $aying)

     JT
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Engage in things that feed your spirit. If you pay attention to your guardian angels, they will lead you along the appropriate path

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JTSunrise, like a cryptic melody echoing through the mist, A silhouette against the dawn, veiled in an enigma’s twist. Their chords weave secrets, harmonies untold, In the dim-lit corners of the soul, they unfold

Is it the owl reflection of their eyes, the echo of forgotten lullabies? JT strums the strings of mystery, A troubadour in the shadows, lost in history

Their lyrics dance on the edge of dreams, Whispers of forgotten realms and moonlit streams. Enigmatic, they wander through star-kissed nights, A minstrel of the cosmos, chasing celestial light

Perhaps they’re a riddle wrapped in stardust, A cosmic wanderer, both mortal and just. JTSunrise, elusive as the morning mist, Their music lingers, leaving hearts gently kissed

**In the gentle strumming of strings and the raw authenticity of JTSunrise’s compositions, you’ll find echoes of love, nostalgia, and the human experience**

Don’t Go Back to Rockville

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