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LIGHT TRAVELS THROUGH A VORTEX OF WIND

NIGHT COLOURS REMIND YOUR FACE FOREVER

Ma fille quand elle avait 20 ans a passé 2 mois en hôpital psychiatrique . Les paroles de la chanson sont le reflet de ce dont elle se souvient et notre ressenti quand on allait la voir . Philippe a su retranscrire en musique toutes les étapes psychologiques par lesquelles elle et nous , ses parents sommes passés. Merci à Thibault pour les passages en anglais qui apportent une intensité incroyable au titre .  
My 20-year-old daughter spent 2 months in a psychiatric hospital. The song's lyrics reflect what she remembers and how we felt when we went to see her. Philippe was able to transcribe into music all the psychological stages she and we, her parents, went through. Thanks to Thibault for the English passages, which bring an incredible intensity to the track.  
Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER   Chant et arrangements couplets anglais : Thibault DERACHE



Lyrics:
I live without really existing
I swim in a sea of darkness
My heart is a mass of scars
I wrap my body in dark veils

Je me sens silence dans ce malaise hanté
Je vis sans présent je n'ai plus d'avant d'après
Ces voix qui me tourmentent
Et me cueillent les fleurs d'un mal
Me poussent dans de lentes
Rondes abyssales

Je suis un fantôme dans un corps naufragé
J'accroche ma raison aux crochets de mes vivants
Les yeux ouverts d'angoisses
Sur l'amour de mes parents
Leur peine qui m'enlace
Me transperce violemment

Mes nuits à errer en habit de papier
Dans des couloirs morts d'ennui à perpétuité
J'ai peur dans ce grand vide
Qui me brûle comme un démon
Comme un trop long suicide
Dépression sans horizon

Des silhouettes blanches ombres en apesanteur
Dansent autour de moi interrogent mes douleurs
Mes mots restent en prison
Dans l'enfer de mes pensées
Mon esprit tourne en rond
Sur une route damnée

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

My mind is going on board on my drunkness ship
I only wanna take an easy and quiet trip
I wanna stay the course to avoid all the storms
On the ocean of my hours I want to stay in the norms

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

I live without really existing
I swim in a sea of darkness
My heart is a mass of scars
I wrap my body in dark veils

I feel silence in this haunted malaise
I live without present I have no before or after
These voices that torment me
And pick the flowers of an evil
Push me into slow
Abyssal rounds

I'm a ghost in a shipwrecked body
I hang my reason on the hooks of my living
Eyes open with anguish
On the love of my parents
Their grief embracing me
pierces me violently

My nights wandering in paper clothes
In dead corridors of perpetual boredom
I'm afraid in this great emptiness
That burns me like a demon
Like too long a suicide
Horizonless depression

White silhouettes weightless shadows
Dance around me, question my pain
My words remain in prison
In the hell of my thoughts
My mind spins in circles
On a damned road

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

My mind is going on board on my drunkness ship
I only wanna take an easy and quiet trip
I wanna stay the course to avoid all the storms
On the ocean of my hours I want to stay in the norms

The anguish of my fears is a painful gear
That will crush me that will kill me
The hurricane of meds and my life is in shreds
That will crush me that will kill me

© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER Juillet 2023
Thibault DERACHE:
https://soundcloud.com/user-313022683?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

M.E..N...T....A.....L     (  Feat Thibault DERACHE ) TRANSLATED

I had a dream, and I wrote this song not to forget it. 

Technical highlights: hand played bass, slightly odd riff on chorus (15/2) & some extra psychedelia.

Pic & sounds taken with my phone during a recent experience which could help me understand the dream, maybe…

Letra  /  Lyrics:

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)  /  NÍMOR (I don’t know where I am)

Entré en la sala sin hacer ruido,  /  I entered the room making no noise,
los pocos que vi eran desconocidos,  /  the few ones I saw were strangers,
busqué una cama que estuviera libre y dormí.  /  I looked for a spare bed and slept.

Al día siguiente no encontré mi sitio,   /  The following day I didn’t find my place,
todo estaba lleno de desconocidos,  /  the whole room was full of strangers,
me di la vuelta para salir y te vi.  /  I turned around to leave and I saw you.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …

La cama de al lado estaba vacía,  /  The bed at your side was empty,
y me preguntaste si la quería,  /  and you asked if I wanted it,
la quise y pronto nos hicimos amigos,  /  I did and soon we became friends,
desconocidos.  /  strangers.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …
Nímor, no sé qué pasa…  /  Nímor, I don’t know what’s going on...
Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...

Te pregunté “¿cómo se llama este sitio?”  /  I asked you "what’s the name of this place?"
y me contestaste que estaba contigo,  /  and you answered that I was with you,
y sin darme cuenta te quise mucho y dormí.  /  and unconsciously I loved you so and slept.

Ahora del sueño ya me he despertado,  /  Now from the dream I’ve already woken,
tu nombre lamento no haber preguntado,  /  your name I regret not having asked,
te llamaré como el sitio en que te conocí.  /  I’ll call you like the place where I met you.

Nímor (…)  /  Nímor (…)

ER27HC06 ©1995 ®2015

Honorable broadcast (34:47 - 40.00): http://jeffhickmott.podomatic.com/entry/2015-09-18T05_02_20-07_00

Nota para el oyente español: ninguna influencia de Chiquito de la Calzada en el título; lo pongo tal como lo soñé y punto.

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)

Original music by neno J.
This composition was created 25 years ago and now I have finally decided to rearrange and record it. Classical guitars (Hohner guitar) and piano played by me, July 2025.

Vortex

Electro ambiant
Created with MMJ and Bandlab. 

Lumières Spatiales

Blue Crumble

Former biathlon Olympic champion Laura Dahlmeier has died on 28th July 2025 while climbing in the Karakorum. A rockfall hit her at high altitude at Laila Peak while she was on the road with her rope partner. Rescue operations were greatly complicated by the dangerous situation.

This tune was supposed to be published with another title and with vocals. It was not finished yet, neither was the life of Laura.

Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. John Lennon.

Die Welt hat Dich am Laila Peak verloren

Chapter 241 of 266

Enter the enigmatic world of "TAFFETA," a musical tapestry woven from the threads of dreams and tragedy. Born from a single night of profound dreaming, this ambitious project embarks on an exploration of the human psyche through the language of instrumental music.

This is a five-year project, comprising of what will eventually end at 266 chapters, each is a standalone piece of sonic artistry, "TAFFETA" unfolds like a novel, with each composition serving as a chapter in a larger narrative. Crafted with meticulous care and creative fervor, every piece is birthed within the span of a week, capturing the essence of inspiration in its purest form.

But "TAFFETA" is more than just a collection of songs; it's a journey of the soul. Set against the backdrop of loss and longing, the project follows the story of a woman who slips into a coma following the untimely death of her husband. Through the evocative power of music, listeners are transported into her world, where emotions ebb and flow like the tides of a restless sea.

Week by week, each chapter of "TAFFETA" unfolds on SoundCloud, inviting audiences to immerse themselves in its haunting beauty. From cinematic compositions to haunting electronic soundscapes, each piece adds a layer to the intricate tapestry of sound, weaving a narrative that transcends the boundaries of language.

As listeners embark on this sonic voyage, they are invited to ponder the mysteries of existence, to confront the depths of sorrow and the resilience of the human spirit. "TAFFETA" is not merely a musical project; it's an experience—a testament to the transformative power of music to touch hearts, stir souls, and awaken the imagination.

If you wish to take a dive into everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums each contain 15 consecutive tracks and are available for free, exclusively on Bandcamp.

TAFFETA VOL. 15 is now available exclusively on Bandcamp. 
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Taffeta 241

TAFFETA | 241

Using Paul Revere's famous night-time ride alerting people of the coming of the red coats, Light The Lanterns serves as a contemporary warning to light the lanterns again, this time, for the enemy within the US Administration.
Smart people doing wrong always perplexes me.
Religious people supporting wrong raises concerns about faith claims of following truth.
Political parties  and governments oppressing people causes alarms to ring out.

Track 10 from the 2025 Album called Fringe, available at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

Light The Lanterns

V1
In a world that's confusing
When the Sheriffs are the bad guys
When the ones with the masks on
Are putting cuffs on the good guys
When the ones being locked up
May be the ones that we needed

Chorus
If you have a keen mind, then mind how you use it
If you've got a mean spirit, you don't have to use it/ abuse it


V2 
When they tax the poor ones,
And give it back to the rich ones
When the constitution becomes
the  whim of a convicted felon
Maybe it's time for Paul Revere 
to light the lantern ( to light the lanterns)

Chorus
If you have a keen mind, then mind how you use it
If you've got a mean spirit, you don't have to use it/ abuse it

How can something wrong, seem so right, for some 
Right for some (yeah yeah)yeah yeah
How can something wrong, seem so right, for some
Right for some 
Something wrong was right
Something wrong not right
Something wrong but right
Something

Wigmore: Lyrics, Vocals, Music, Production
Allen: Lyrics, Vocals, Guitars, Bass

Wigmore Allen Gibbons - Light The Lanterns

Tom's piano melodies are so inspirational, not just to me (Mark) but also to Jussi, Georg and Boon. The energy of this piece carried us all off on a wonderful journey. We hope you enjoy the joyful enthusiasm that Tom initiated. Tom also gave me the key line, 'My Way Through' and I had to run with it as it made so much sense with this uplifting and hopeful music. Thanks for listening.

Tom Regnier -  @tom-r-gnier Music composition, piano and other instrumentation
Jussi Welin - @juswel First guitar and guitar arrangement
Georg Boehme - @georg-boehme Horns and horn arrangement
Boon Suzuki - @boon-suzuki Final guitar and guitar arrangement
Mark Bennett - Vocals and lyrics

Wherever you’re bound you know I’ll, 
Make my way through 
Sure may take a little while
 But I’ll make my way through

Wherever I’m bound I know I’ll,
 Make my way through
 It may take a longer while 
Till I make my way through

Wherever you’re bound,
…You’re bound
I know that I’m bound, yeah!

When I get there you know I’ll
Make my way through
Sure may need a broader smile
But I’ll make my way through.

The Clock Of The Four Winds

■概要(Overview)
みんにゃについていけなくて、にゃんかノレにゃい自分・・
そんな感じの曲にゃ。みゃぁ、このギターが一番ノレてにゃいにゃん！
いい子だね！いい子だよぉ！
It's a song about not being able to keep up with everyone else and feeling a bit left out. Well, this guitar part isn't the most catchy though!
What a good kid! What a good kid!

■歌詞
夜の街をただ
あてもなく歩いた
どこかの客引きが
舌打ちをする夜

過ぎて行ったもの
探しているように
冷たいビルに紛れ
灯を探している

紛れていたい
同じものを見て
クスッとしたりさ

はやりの歌
友達同士で口ずさみたいな

でも何をしたって上の空
どうにもノレない
ズレてる感覚
自分を塗りつぶす
夜の灯　色を付けて
私を隠し　混ざり合ってゆく

真剣なまなざしで
作り話をする
無意味な時間さえ
捨てることも出来ない

過ぎて行ったもの
つかみ取った人が
冷たいビルに紛れ
灯を浴びる夜


誰かの歌　聴こえてきて
口ずさむふりをした
その時　少し混ざれた気がしたのだけど

でも何をしたって上の空
どうにもノレない
ズレてる感覚
自分を塗りつぶす
夜の灯　色を付けて
私を隠し　混ざり合ってゆく
夜をほどいてく

■Lyrics (English translation)
"Out of Sync Night"

I walked the city streets  
With no destination in mind  
A tout somewhere clicked his tongue  
On a night like that  

As if searching  
For things that have already passed  
Blending into cold buildings  
Looking for a light  

I want to disappear into the crowd  
See the same things  
And smile quietly with someone  

A trendy song  
I wish I could hum it with friends  

But whatever I do, I’m not really there  
I just can’t get into it  
This offbeat feeling  
Paints over who I am  
The city lights tint me  
Hide me, and I begin to blend  

With a serious gaze  
I tell made-up stories  
Even meaningless hours  
I can’t bring myself to throw away  

Those who’ve grasped  
What has already gone  
Blend into cold buildings  
And bask in the glow of night  

Someone’s song reaches me  
I pretend to hum along  
And for a moment,  
I felt like I belonged—just a little  

But whatever I do, I’m not really there  
I just can’t get into it  
This offbeat feeling  
Paints over who I am  
The city lights tint me  
Hide me, and I begin to blend  
Unraveling the night

ノレない夜(Out of Sync Night)

Forever

It’s been a while….. Hope you are enjoying your summer! Just a little chilled ditty for your perusal!
Thank you for all of your kind plays reposts and playlists!💐

Water Colour

Pierre and Jean-Claude Bordetti productions (c) 09/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Visage (Lyrics/Paroles)

J'ai aperçu son visage, mais ce n'était qu'un mirage, 
Comme un reflet dans l'orage, une illusion de passage,
Son regard m’a fait naufrage, dans un monde sans rivage,
Où l’amour n’est qu’un langage, perdu dans le vent sauvage.

Elle danse dans mes pensées, comme une ombre sans visage, 
Chaque nuit je veux l’aimer, mais je n’ai que son mirage,
Un soupir, un doux présage, puis le vide en héritage, 
Je poursuis son doux sillage, prisonnier de son image.

Visage

Little to say about this song; both lyrics and music (all organic but for programmed drums) were done very impulsively, so it may show my primal inspiration without reworks or additions. Hope you'll enjoy it!

Pic from: https://vincentmars.com/2013/11/20/the-sensual-paintings-of-fabian-perez/

Translated Lyrics:

YO PENSÉ (LA SEXTA VEZ) / I THOUGHT (THE SIXTH TIME)

Yo pensé: esa mujer no es peligrosa…
  (I thought: that woman is not dangerous …)
No esperé enamorarme como un idiota.
  (I did not expect to fall in love like an idiot.)
Me pregunté: ¿qué tiene en los ojos que tanto me tienta?
  (I wondered: what’s in her eyes which tempts me so much?)
y me acerqué para hablar con ella y verlos de cerca.
  (And I got closer to speak with her and watch them closely.)

Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué no extrañaba hacerlo con ella?
  (And if it was the first time, why didn’t I feel strange doing it with her?)
Y si era la primera vez, ¿por qué parecía que era la sexta?
  (And if it was the first time, why did it seem to be the sixth one?)
Y si era la sexta vez, ¿por qué hubo preguntas después de la escena?
  (And if it was the sixth time, why were there questions after the scene?)

Y si fue la única vez, ¿por qué no puedo apartarla de mi cabeza?
  (And if it was the unique time, why cannot I take her out of my head?)

ER41FI08 97-17

Factor Integrante

Yo pensé (La sexta vez)

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