very catchy and beautyful song.   i like this one  :O)

Awesome composition dude! Great vocal and lyrics! 👍😎✌🏼

Very natural sounding voice. I like the little 'raspy' quality in it. Nice sweet song! :)

My version - (Canon in D Major - Johann Pachelbel)

Canon in D Major (Johann Pachelbel)

Life On Grapeland

Relax. Even a short trip down memory lane calls for a cool head, an objective fair-minded witness, so you don't get stuck in a deadend. Best thing about a visit, besides deciding to take it easy, is finding buried treasure in the bins at the curb. Like a poet's book whose sage words advised, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” A pleasant detour reveals lessons learned and a resolve to head back to the Highway because moments are still under construction.

Synth guitars, keyboards, pianos with reverb, and bass set to syncopated and hip hop beats at a leisurely 60 bpm. Audio of bird chirps recorded live New Year's Eve 2023.

Quote via the late, great Maya Angelou.

Memory Lane

Lyrics:

If I stayed in my home
and just laid around
and talk to myself
would it be fun
or the end of the world
you see I don't recall
making no sense at all

I wanna go on
like it's a dream I hope to live in
and I found a home to live in
we didn't know
we didn't know why
save a little love for me

End Of The World

This song is about those times when everything becomes too much. When I need to be in a quiet place, alone, somewhere safe where I can find myself again before I let myself out into the world. 

It can start in a busy street, where there are too many faces and voices and lights and sirens going by; or it can start when I am already alone but my thoughts are spinning around out of control and won’t let me rest. 

At those times a dimly lit room and a soft, mellow playlist turned low are my saviours; they pull me back into myself until I can find my perspective again.

Overload

I Belong With You

Right Now

Music & words : Loony De Bussy 
Illustration : Nataly NGM  🧡

All played and sung by Loony :  Acoustic / Electric guitar, Fretless Bass, Slide guitar, Electric piano 

Composed and recorded in 2003
Mixed and mastered in November 2023

NIGHT TIME

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Ohio or Something

I am excited about collaborating with soprano Maribel Villarroel and arranger and pianist René Calderón. The lyrics are from Pablo Neruda's Sonnet IV from the book "100 Love Sonnets" (Cien Sonetos de Amor), translated by Stephen Tapscott. The Fundación Pablo Neruda has granted permission.

Soneto IV  (Letras de Pablo Neruda)

Recordarás aquella quebrada caprichosa.                                                                                                  a donde los aromas palpitantes treparon,                                                                                                  de cuando en cuando un pájaro vestido                                                                                                   con agua y lentitud: traje de invierno.

Recordarás los dones de la tierra:                                                                                                     irascible fragancia, barro de oro.

Recordarás el ramo que trajiste,                                                                                                            ramo de sombra y agua con silencio,                                                                                                   ramo como una piedra con espuma.

Y aquella vez fue como nunca y siempre:                                                                                          vamos allí donde no espera nada                                                                                                                y hallamos todo lo que está esperando

Recordarás aquella quebrada caprichosa.                                                                                                   a donde los aromas palpitantes treparon,                                                                                                  de cuando en cuando un pájaro vestido                                                                                                   con agua y lentitud: traje de invierno.

Soneto IV (Lyrics by Pablo Neruda)

You will remember that leaping stream
 where sweet aromas rose and trembled,                                                                                                  and sometimes a bird, wearing water                                                                 and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:                                                                               indelible scents, gold clay,

You’ll remember the bouquet you picked,                                                                                      shadows and silent water, a bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.                                                                                               So we go there, where nothing is waiting:                                                                                               we find everything waiting there.

You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled,                                                                                                  and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers.

This song was also performed live at "La Chascona", the former home and now a museum of Pablo Neruda in Bella Vista, Santiago: 
https://youtu.be/vzz8tY0CYLk?si=kOsG3Y1hdf5t7oLP

"Canciones para Pablo Neruda" is a book of musical scores for songs based on lyrics by Pablo Neruda and artwork from some of Chile's greatest artists: 
https://www.amazon.com/Canciones-Para-Pablo-Neruda-Spanish/dp/9564163218/ref=sr_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.yWfKLwVLL4S1Fxvgru4-NOGTEt70JmPu-

I Belong With You

Nowhere Man

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