Yo, this is Grammy-worthy heat! The vibe, the soul; you’re in a lane of your own. Can’t wait to see you blow up!" 🌟🔥

this is nice. do you make instrumentals by yourself

Original Composition / Performance : Scott Tumino
Engineering : Chris Dargay

Come & Stay

Got to Go

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)

The second single from the next album has just dropped on all the usual streaming and download platforms on Wednesday.

It's a bit of weird mix of Americana and spoken word that tells the tale of a couple of lads playing truant from school.

It may, or may not, have some autobiographical properties...

Me and my friend ran away from school
Escaped over the old brick wall
Through the fence to the viaduct
Hearing Colm Cannon's Call

And we would run until we could no longer see the highest point of the buildings
The third floor windows hidden by the trees on Blackfriars Street
Where we would have to avoid Colm's aunts
Lest word got back our parents and we would get a second beating

Passing down Coppergate we make our way swiftly to the harbour
In the hope of learning some tricks from hands far tougher than our fathers
And there was no danger there of being seen by a teacher taking on an illicit early jar
South of Peppermill Road they wouldn't hazard those bars

In truth there was nothing more interesting for two young boys at the harbour
Than there was in those high-ceilinged class rooms so eagerly and riskily escaped
But when a life is measured in half and quarter years
A day of freedom counts double to a troubled soul

And after time the memory of the pain of a belt subsides
And any door left ajar becomes an invitation
A siren song to a face that doesn't fit and a heart that won't lie still
A heart that will never never lie still

Me and my friend ran away from school
Escaped over the old brick wall

Colm Cannon's Call

Henryk Pachulski  (1859 – 1921)  — Prelude In C Minor Op. 8, No. 1

Henryk Pachulski — Prelude In C Minor

Meditation Vibration

The next track in DeeP.-Speech. A universal language that everyone understands because no one understands it.
It stands alone, sounds great, and feels good... I think it's good! :-)
Currently one of my favorite trax!
Sometimes you just don't need lyrics!
All done by DeeP.

To Find

Electric Horizon

Set Free  by Glenny G ( August 14th 2025 )
A reflective journey exploring a vast length of time that has passed. I thought I would release this one today as food for thought and comments. Cheers from Glenny G

Set Free (Original)

Can't Get Bayou (But I Can't Get By Without You Either)

Forever

Pop songwriter. I post song ideas across a variety of genres, with many tracks unfinished and in progress. Looking for writing and artist collaborators. Reach out if interested!

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