I love that (major?) chord at the end - I love your vocals

the song and video where pretzels revealed his identity... or at least what he looked like.  I watched in the office where I worked. 😎

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/307c6N3b6CwsZXhmg6B0vN?si=0_P5lwTDTHmh5uDBH8-3jA

Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
My medicine, my medicine
My medicine, my medicine
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I got scars on my liver from this banquet drink
A honey on my mind, she don't feel the same
Running from my thoughts cause' they all cause pain
Tryin' to forget, so I drink it away
Yeah, I drank a fifth of liquor cause' I gotta keep sane
But you always gotta haunt me with your toxic traits
I'll drink it away, I'll drink it away, I'll drink it away
What have I done wrong to be shackled to your scars?
And your insecurities poking at me like a cattle prod
What have I done wrong to be shackled to your scars?
And your insecurities poking at me like a cattle prod
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I'm not enough
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Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
My medicine, my medicine
My medicine, my medicine
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Going on ten long years, I tried
Now I feel myself has died
All those lonely nights I cried
I wanted a girl that would ride or die
Waging war inside my mind
But now we've run all out of time
Hold you up like a star, you'd shine
But now you're damned, no light of mine
My medicine, this heavy sin
You're fuck ups got me fucked up in the head again
My medicine, my medicine
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Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
Well I can't help myself, I'm going through this hell
The scars that's on my liver's from this medicine
My medicine, my medicine
My medicine, my medicine

Liver Damage [feat. Kyle Updyke]

Si l'on pouvait ne pas vieillir dans cette course contre le temps et retourner à la ligne de départ ... Bref faire un faux départ .😊
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
J'ai beau marcher à contre sens
De la rotation de la Terre
Y'a rien à faire mon âge avance
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je brûle tous les calendriers
Je fête pas mes anniversaires
J'ai beau condamner les années
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

Je n'aime pas trop les lendemains
C'est aujourd'hui que je préfère
Je compte pas mes heures enfin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je mets des crèmes à reculer
Un peu de printemps sur l'hiver
Des mensonges sur la vérité
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

J'ai peur quand on dit « à demain ! »
Je voudrais qu'on dise «  à hier ! »
Alors j'prie pour un jour sans fin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
J'aimerais bien tuer le temps
Il est immortel rien à faire
Prendre le temps de temps en temps
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

I may walk against the direction
From the rotation of the Earth
There's nothing my age can do
It doesn't work, on the contrary
I burn all the calendars
I don't celebrate my birthdays
No matter how I condemn the years
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn around
Hide behind somewhere
To be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I don't really like tomorrows
It's today that I prefer
I'm not counting my hours at last
It's not working, quite the opposite
I'm putting on creams
A little spring over winter
Lies on the truth
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn back
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I'm afraid to say "see you tomorrow".
I'd like someone to say "see you yesterday".
So I pray for a day without end
It doesn't work, quite the opposite
I'd like to kill time
It's immortal, nothing to do
Take the time once in a while
It doesn't work, on the contrary

How far away the starting line is
If we could turn around
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD 2022

Faux départ (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Had some nice feedback about the title of my previous instrumental, so thought I would follow it up with this one - dedicated to all granddads out there!!

Hope you like it!

GRANDADGADDIO

'Another False Flag' is a Fusion track. With the world currently in a state of chaos, the old saying of: 'Think the best, but prepare for the worst' came to mind. So this is me thinking the best and hopefully we can all stay on that track, knowing that 'Another False Flag' could happen at any moment and being prepared for it.

Another False Flag

Slam Dance Christmas

speedbump

i'm tired of this (and i told you)

When The Crickets Chirp

Cosmic Danse – The Planetary Shuffle
February 2023
Duration: 3:00
Listen to the Cosmic Danse Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/comic-danse
Special thanks to John-Marc Ventimiglia https://soundcloud.com/john-marc-ventimiglia for his highly valued musical input and for creating the planetary panning/gliss/rotation tool that was used to compose this piece.

The Solar System is the gravitationally bound system of the Sun and the objects that orbit it. It formed 4.6 billion years ago from the gravitational collapse of a giant interstellar molecular cloud.  The four inner system planets—Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars—are terrestrial planets, being composed primarily of rock and metal. The four giant planets of the outer system are substantially larger and more massive than the terrestrials. The two largest, Jupiter and Saturn, are gas giants, being composed mainly of hydrogen and helium; the next two, Uranus and Neptune, are ice giants, being composed mostly of volatile substances.  The orbits of the planets are ellipses with the Sun at one focus, though all except Mercury are very nearly circular. The orbits of the planets are all more or less in the same plane, called the ecliptic and defined by the plane of the Earth's orbit.  The orbits of the planets, based on Earth's 1 year orbit, are as follows: Mercury .24 years, Venus .61, Earth 1.00, Mars 1.88, Jupiter 11.86, Saturn 29.46, Uranus 84.01, Neptune 164.80, Pluto 248.80.  They all orbit in the same direction, counter-clockwise looking down from above the Sun’s north pole; all but Venus, Uranus and Pluto also rotate in that same sense. 
For alto sax, tenor sax, baritone sax, trumpet, metallophone, piano, bass, virtual instruments and percussion.

Cosmic Danse - The Planetary Shuffle

AIMER TROP ÇA COÛTE CHER
LE DERNIER MÉTRO LA CHAIR DE MA CHAIR
TROP D’AMOUR ÇA REND SOURD
ET FOU À LIER SUR LE PALIER
EN CHIEN DE FUSIL ENROULÉ

AIMER TROP C’EST L’ENFER
ON Y LAISSE LA PEAU ON Y PERD SES REPÈRES
TROP D’AMOUR ÇA REND LOURD
TAPI LA NUIT SOUS LE BALCON
PLEURANT SOUS LA PLUIE COMME UN CON

TU PASSES D’HEUREUX À MALHEUREUX                      
PUIS LE CIEL CHANGE ET VIRE SOUDAIN DU NOIR AU BLEU 

AIMER TROP C’EST TROP CHER
ON Y LAISSE DES PLUMES ET DES LAMBEAUX DE CHAIR
TROP D’AMOUR TUE L’AMOUR
ET ON EN OUBLIE D’OUBLIER
SON VIEUX CHIEN DE FUSIL ROUILLÉ 

ELLE FAIT TA PLUIE E T TON BEAU TEMPS
QUAND ELLE S’EN VA TOUT FOUT LE CAMP
 
AIMER TROP ÇA REND FOU

AIMER TROP (Lyrics)

A collaboration between :
Shane Beck, The Last American Poet (Words)
progettosonoro (Music)

A forlorn tale of the poet who buried his heart in hollow ground
Coping with the smirking shadows without a whisper or hardly a sound
Let me hide away the trauma of this loveless soul without a single chance
The Loneliness Of One & the night we held each other during that slow dance

Yes I too deal with things & forever disguise the burning tears that sting
Shove aside the hurtful memories knowing what the light refuses to bring
They often say the sad pain will go away & eventually subside
Hear it from me & never forget, it is untrue & they have lied
The Loneliness Of One, the poet who still walks until he bleeds
Accused of waiting on truest love & so called selfish needs

Shane Beck & progettosonoro - The Loneliness Of One

Waway

armed with seven rounds of space doodoo pistols.  -kool keith

i'm tired of this (and i told you)

lil' spaceman

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