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

THE LAST ACT...(CHOIR and ORCHESTRA)

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

Do you see something falling from the sky?
Be afraid
Maybe you have lost your mind!

All the crap you filled into your brain
It may explode
And you will end up insane!

Do you hear bells and screaming in your ears?
Be afraid
It's something that shouldn't be there!

All the crap you filled into your brain
It may explode
And you will end up insane!

Do you see scary monsters in the dark?
Be afraid
Now it is going to far!

All the crap  you filled into your brain
It may explode
And you will end up insane!

Do you find yourself crawling on the floor?
Be afraid
Your brain couldn't take anymore!

All the crap you filled into your brain
It has exploded
And you have gone insane!

Insane

this is my old buddy mike's original song from the 80's that he asked me to record. also his pen drawing.

paranoid neozoid

Ok I Give Up

28.02.2025 only fly 1

Reworked on Musescore, due to be recorded live in studio at end of March'25

Creed

A live broadcast during pandemic.

Valse de musette – Intermezzo I – Écossaise – Intermezzo II – An Hungarian in Paris

In the miniature tone poem An Hungarian in Paris, peasant takes his tune to the French capital, where it gets arranged into a can-can.  This becomes all the rage for a bit, but soon enough he is back in his village, recalling his grand succès in the City of Lights!

Souvenir de Nantes

Song and Lyrics by Wingshredder
https://soundcloud.com/wingshredderofficial/shades

Music remix by Progeny -1

Beyond the blues I am Still
Point your arrows at the sky
Don't let anyone
Break your stride as you fall
From wall to wall
I can't see your eyes
I can't reveal your lies
Are you from this world or mine
I'm travelling down
Down this path of light
I'm travelling down
Shadow become a shade
I am just another
Shimmering leaf
Drifting to the ground
I've fallen in love with you
And I don't know your name

Shades - Wingshredder *Progeny -1 Remix*

All synths, Blade Runner–inspired, cinematic electronic, melodic ambient synth music.
Composed and performed by Daniel Diaz – early November 2025
Photo by Yasin Arıbuğa
Synths by DD (from Geforce amazing oberheim synths  and from AAS collections)

Inspired by the haiku by kjmunro:
the harp player
moves under cover
market day


@Naviar-records @appliedacousticssystems @gforce-software

Undercover Player - naviarhaiku618

"Unseen” is a minimal cinematic journey through silence, tension, and emotion.
Built on fragile textures, sparse piano tones, and haunting ambient layers, this piece drifts through stillness, capturing the quiet weight of reflection, uncertainty, and human vulnerability.

At just 55 BPM in C minor, it moves slowly and deliberately, allowing space and resonance to tell the story. Subtle synths, distant harmonics, and soft reverberations create an atmosphere of emotional depth and fragile beauty, like the final thoughts before a turning point.

For moments of stillness, introspection, and cinematic calm.

THE LAST ACT...(CHOIR and ORCHESTRA)

Marco Turrini..(main page)