bitter sweet end of summer...so unnui beautiful vibes,Linnon..love it

Beautiful melody, your voice is so emotional. Glad to cross with your work

Wonderful soulful voice and ivory tickling, nice!

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

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 (help!)
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 là 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 (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
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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 mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Sparks (For two + guitars)

Thrill

🛑🍬🧍🏼‍♀️⁂©All Rights Reserved 08-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering Creator & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: NO CAN DO
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LYRICS: 

(Verse 1)
I saw you standing by the candy store door
You had a look like you'd seen this before
Your eyes said maybe but your mouth said nah

(Pre-chorus)
You threw me a smile
Then turned it to stone
I asked for a chance
You said leave it alone

(Chorus)
No can do
No can do
I can't chase what ain't chasing too
No can do
No can do
You won't bend
I won't break for you

(Verse 2)
You talk in riddles
Every word a disguise
I see the truth hiding under your lies
But you can't bluff me
I can call your hand

(Pre-chorus)
You give me a wink
Then you give me the cold
Your heart's on lockdown
The key's too old

(Chorus)
No can do
No can do
I can't chase what ain't chasing too
No can do
No can do
You won't bend
I won't break for you

Deadly Sweet

No Can Do

No Can do

I had a dream to be a basketball player when I was very young.I gave it up, but kept watching ball games for years. I wrote this song Inspired by the great players’ super plays and strong minds.
And this is a song for all the people who are fighting in the life.

Lyrics 

Just wannabe my self, Stand!
Don’t know what to do
I know without ( what) I used to be
 Ice cold in my hands , upside down to sky

Tried to understand 
Let you know
Take my hands tonight 

I see you , Shooting Star to flow inside
Befalling Rising Stars, too grace

I can’t take my eyes off all of you
If you down I’ll be staying with you 
If you fall (you) could be staying with me

Shooting Star

Tes sourires sont un feu d'artifice  By Zitou Itou et Albert Paule

Music, lyrics & vocals by Linnon

Recorded with the wonderful Terrapin Audio mics

The artwork is a painted memory of the Budva mountains I saw while writing this song

Thank you for listening!

* * *

All the poems wasted by the sea
Cannot portray the meaning 
Of an old and ragged memory 
Elegantly bleeding
Through the fabric of our time --
Something that was never mine
Begging the question,
Is it a crime?

I can feel the summer going
So long awaited and so quick to fade
Now the cold winds are returning
To embrace this place of grace
To embrace this place of grace
To erase this place

I'm waiting for the lights to change
I'm waiting for that cloud
To stretch itself all over my sky
And pour it out loud
I'm waiting for the starter kick
I'm waiting for that slide
That takes me far as we speak
That wants to be my guide
I'm waiting for the master note to take me 

As long as we go on
As long as we go on
As long as we go on
As long as we go
As long as we go on
As long as we go on
As long as we go on
As long as we go

I can tell the summer's going
So long awaited and so quick to fade
Now the cold winds are returning
To embrace this place of grace
To embrace this place of grace
To erase this place

Summer Going

She is an icon of folk music, she played her guitar upside down and backwards, and she served Don a fried chicken dinner when he got an opportunity to meet her in her home in Alexandria, Va.  In return he tried to teach her the Gary Davis tune "Candyman".  Don's roots run deep in folk music, not in just his knowledge of the genre, not just in the vintage instruments he owns and plays with deft skill, but in having encountered the artists themselves in live and personal settings.  His Cloud is full of his wonderful melodies and fine performances @https://soundcloud.com/user-399104119
We continue our "front porch jam" by covering "Libba" Cotten's cherished tune; I play the main melody on an Ibenez OM guitar, Don joins in with his Washburn parlor, Gibson mandolin, and a dulcimer tuned to C--a string band to be sure;)
Thanks also to Debra Buesking for her personal request that I attempt a cover of the song that got the ball rolling.

Freight Train (Elizabeth Cotten cover) Don Jennings, David Dunham

Slow Motion [ Clip Vidéo YOUTUBE ] [123 BPM]

The Snow Queen – The Fox
October 2025
Duration: 2:15
Listen to more music from the Snow Queen ballet at: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-snow-queen-music-for-danse
Based on a short melody from a Russian gypsy folk song 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Snow Queen Ballet January 2026 in Colorado.
For violin, clarinet, alto sax, tenor sax, baritone sax, double bass, marimba and percussion.

The Snow Queen - The Fox

Echoes of the Fir Trees

[Verse]
The forest hums beneath the snow
Its whispers only moonlight knows
A thousand hearts in branches sleep
Their dreams in roots grow still and deep

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it all

[Verse 2]
The frost paints ferns on every stone
A quiet art the cold has sown
Each brittle breath the night exhales
Carries secrets down hidden trails

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it all

[Bridge]
In the stillness where no paths go
The stars write songs the streams will know
A symphony of ice and pine
A timeless hymn both yours and mine

[Chorus]
Echoes of the fir trees call
Through shadowed woods where shadows fall
A voice so soft yet wide and tall
The earth it stirs beneath it al

Summer Going

Linnon

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