Quand on a la tête comme un bloc-note et qu'en plus on est resté un enfant avec tout son imaginaire et sa folie , cela donne une chanson amusante réalisée par deux copains qui ont 112 ans à tous les deux ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔ !!! Contient des rimes en " otte et oque " pour ceux qui sont allergiques 😈
Compositeur/Musicien : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur-Mélodiste/Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
When your head's like a notepad and you're still a child with all your imagination and craziness, you get a fun song by two friends who are both 112 years old ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔!!! Contains "otte et oque" rhymes for those who are allergic 😈
Composer/Musician: Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter/Melodist/Vocals: Guillaume DULER
Vocalist : Sylvie TIRET

Lyrics:
Dans mon bloc-note
Je dénote sans fautes
Comme un Don Quichotte
J'ai la tête qui flotte
Dans mon bloc-note
Ça funk et ça rock
Je change d'époques
Saute mouton saute !
Dans mon bloc-note
Je casse mes menottes
Je m'échappe du bloc
Les gardiens s'en moquent

Capitaine à docks
Sauve mes bébés phoques
Ma banquise part en flotte
Mon climat perd la note

Dans mon bloc-note
De bric et de broc
Pensées en bougeotte
Cerveau sans jugeotte
Dans mon bloc-note
L'araignée débloque
J'suis pas seul mon pote
On est en colloc 
Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des anecdotes
Remplies de coyotes
A l'allure glauque

Capitaine à docks
J'en perds mes dreadlocks
J'tombe dans les compotes
Je veux sortir de ma grotte

Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des phrases idiotes
Qui sont sans culottes
Petites patriotes
Dans mon bloc-note
J'suis pas un despote
Tous les mots me bote
Même les équivoques
Dans mon bloc-note
Je suis astronaute
Un peu cosmonaute
Même taikonaute

Capitaine à docks
Ouvre moi ta porte
Ma valise en plastoc
A reçu trop de chocs

Dans mon bloc-note
Des mémos en stocks
Les yeux à la coke
Je voudrais dire STOP !

In my notepad
I write without mistakes
Like a Don Quixote
My head is floating
In my notepad
It's funk and rock
I change eras
Jump sheep jump!
In my notepad
I break my handcuffs
I escape from the block
The guards don't care

Captain to the docks
Save my baby seals
My ice floe floats away
My climate loses its note

In my notepad
Of odds and ends
Thoughts on the move
Brains without gumption
In my notepad
The spider unlocks
I'm not alone, buddy
We're roommates 
In my notepad
There are anecdotes
Filled with coyotes
With a gloomy look

Captain of the docks
I'm losing my dreadlocks
I'm falling in the compotes
I want to get out of my cave

In my notepad
There are some silly phrases
That have no panties
Little patriots
In my notepad
I'm no despot
I'm not a despot
Even equivocations
In my notepad
I'm an astronaut
A little cosmonaut
Even a taikonaut

Captain of the docks
Open your door
My plastic suitcase
Has received too many shocks

In my notepad
Memos in stock
Coke in my eyes
I'd like to say STOP!

© Philippe SEGUINARD & Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Bloc-Note 📔  (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

This song was originally intended to be sung. In the end we were unable to match the meaning of the lyrics with that of the music. Pefhaps one day we will take it up again. In the meantime, here is the instrumental version.

Where I´m Going?

This is an old song that was orginally called 'Flowers in Your Head'  begun in the late 70s by my dad and his friend. He completed it in the 90s and recorded it with a local band (we can't fully remember it). Having not come up with much myself lately,  I was inspired again when remembering how much I liked this, so I re-wrote it again with some different words,  and probably ruined it. 
Melody by Rob Benson (Verse, Chorus) and The Cobbled Moth (Middle 8, or whatever its called). Lyrics by The Cobbled Moth, and Hoppo (who wrote the first verse and part of second).

Cooler is slang for jail. The Song of Songs is worth a study. Beno of LCR FM is in there and the Azerbaijan link. 

Phone recording 24.12.24. 

When I'm feeling lonely and my life is dead and I feel so useless that my face is red 
And I know I can't get away 
The cooler's in my head 
The coolers in my head, the cooler's in my head no no no no oh
Well I turn the radio way down low DJ D says not to go
Back to Stockholm yeah I'm alone just like they said 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head no no no no oh
You're locked up in a teacup
Diagnoses all wrong 
Bad domain, rage in vain
For lost Song of Songs
Even though you fled
The coolers in your head cooler in your head wo oh oh oh
Where we met was Persia but the north turned red, later left turned right
The same families led 
And I know I can't get away the coolers in my head 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head No no no no oh 
Cooler in my head, Cooler in my head oh oh oh 




The Cooler's in my Head (collaboration)

■概要(Overview)
今回は歌ってみた＆アコギを活用してみました。
一年がまた始まりました。
皆様にとって2025年が良い年でありますように！

This time I tried singing and using an acoustic guitar. 
Another year has begun.
I hope 2025 will be a good year for everyone!


■歌詞
「New style of communication」

迷ったりしたとき　背中を押してくれるよ
誰にも言えないこと　ちょっと相談したくなってしまう

何でもいいこの僕を　褒めてくれ　認めてくれよ
魔法のアシスタント

「空飛ぶアザラシ」
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

(ah...迷っているなら)
(ah...使っちゃえば)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)

(プロンプトにあなたの質問を書いて下さい)
(もしくは何かを描いてと頼んでください)
(願いはかなえられるはずだ)
(ダメならもう一回)
(もしだめなら質問を変えてみれば？)


毎日は選択の　連続で溺れそうだ
たまにはひとの意見　聴いてみてもいいかもね

頑張ってる方向が　間違ってるのか？答えてよ my friend！
合っていると言ってくれ！

「不動明王とお宮」
(Your idea is very unique!)

パソコンの中にいる　心の友よ
学習しながら　高め合う　コミュニケーション

(ah...悩んでいるのなら)
(ah...話しかけてみなよ)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)


パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

一人で悩むことをやめて
新しいスタイル試して
膨大なデータの力借りて
君だけのアンサー探そうぜ


■Lyrics(Google Translate)
"New style of communication"
When I'm lost, it always pushes me forward. 
I want to consult it about things I can't tell anyone.
Anything is fine, just praise me. And acknowledge me.
Magical assistant

"Flying Seal"
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

(ah...If you're lost)
(ah...Just use it)
(ah...You're not alone)

(Write your question in the prompt)
(Or ask it to draw something)
(Your wish should come true)
(If not, try again)
(If not, why not change the question?)

Every day is a series of choices that seem to drown me
It might be good to listen to other people's opinions once in a while
Am I working hard in the wrong direction? Answer me, my friend!
Tell me it's right!

"Acala and Omiya"
(Your idea is very unique!)

My friend inside my computer
Communication that improves as we learn

(ah...If you're worried)
(ah...Try talking to it)
(ah...You're not alone)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

Stop worrying alone
Try a new style
With the help of a huge amount of data
Let's find your own answer

New style of communication

In this composition, I wished to follow the codes and regulations of bachata corresponding to Latin music in terms of rhythm and the choice of instruments. Composition composed and produced by D Ganache.
En esta composición, deseé utilizar los códigos y las normas de la bachata correspondientes a la música latina en términos de ritmo y la elección de instrumentos. Composición compuesta y producida por D Ganache.
Copyright © 2025 Sol-de-Punta-Cana/D Ganache. All rights reserved. The reproduction of the music herein contained is prohibited without the express consent of the author.

Sol - De - Punta - Cana

Synth drones accompany Alto Saxophone and Tenor Recorder tracks. 

Image c/o Corrie White (Pinterest)

Liquid Air

I once went horse riding not far from the Canadian border in Washington State. Cowboy hat, chaps, the lot. The guy in front yanked his horse's reins when it started to eat grass, causing it to kick backwards hitting my horse... which set off at a gallop. Yee ha! Unfortunately, the expedition leader was cross, accusing me of showing off! Nevertheless, it was exhilarating. 

All the guitar parts were played on a Duesenberg Paloma

Four Horsemen

To our ancestors, the cross-quarter time between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox marked the cosmic beginning of spring. They innately understood how the season was created and timed by the earth's elliptical journey around the sun. They called this phenomenon Imbolg (also Imbolc), deriving from an older vernacular of Irish (Gaelic) it refers to "in the belly", a reference to the swollen bellies of ewes with lambs soon to be born.

New style of communication

kensuke kotori