Awesome track! Wonderful collab Scotty :)

Beautiful‼️ I love the indie folk vibes❣️

You've captured the art of the frustrated artist / creative perfectly

Youve got a wonderfully real acoustic sound down, just the right amount of air/outside and the picking is fab. Love the little bends and faints. Fantastic lyrics and emotive vocals. Great stuff guys.

Love this song so much! Sounds like an instant classic!

Nice song and sound. Liking the vocal sounds too. A bit Robert Smith. Brilliant hearing the world pass by in the recording, nice vibe. Reposting now!

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L’observateur observé. Un genre de méditation sonore où J’ai voulu mélanger différents genres musicaux avec vers la fin une intervention de Taf, mon ami Sénégalais qui a posé sa très belle voix, c’est un voyage « Inside » car il se passe beaucoup de choses à l’intérieur de notre cerveau humain, entre le conscient le subconscient, le supra conscient, à la fin ça fait beaucoup de monde et ils ne sont pas toujours tous d’accord, on dirait même que des fois il se prennent la tête l’un dit quelque chose, l’autre dit autre chose.
Mais puisqu’en nous subsiste un infini espace d’une grande profondeur où règne la paix, le calme, le silence parfois comme un guide qui nous emmène ailleurs, vers l’invisible, peut être vers cette énergie cosmique, vers les étoiles, vers la lumière, plus haut, plus loin….  

Paroles, chant et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
voix Sénégalaise à la fin du morceau : Taf

Une initiative, émotive, passive
Un rêve éveillé
Une bouée qui dérive
au flux et courant des marrées
Sans jamais s’échouer

Croire à son étoile
Connecté à ses pensées
La main posée sur la toile
Libre et se laisser guider
Retrouver un peu d’espoir
De magie de coté

C’est vrai, tu as raison
Je vais maintenant, t’écouter
Si mes tourments te gênent
Je les enverrai en recommandé

Tous ces déserts, amers
N’auront plus aucun effet
Dérision d’éther
Etrange et sur mon caractère

inside

What did you make with

Cover
You started Laughing - Supertramp - Rick Davies -1975

When you're in heaven what you gonna do?
You're gonna sit around a cloud and say
"Hey what a lovely view"

Is there a reason why you're like you are?
Is there a reason you'll be leaving?
Is my love out of season?
I wouldn't mind but to me that is treason

You started laughing
When I held you in my arms
You started leaving
When I told you of my charms

I was in love with you
And then you said we're through
And then I said boo hoo

Was my tie not on straight?
Was it something I ate?

You Started Laughing

JAMMING INFINITE 2

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Amplified Studios
Carlsbad CA, June 2025
Drums: Marc Polit
Electric guitars: Tristan Brooks

LYRIC
We hear the guards shout
It’s 9 and lights out
The truth is so stark
Alone in the dark
No ‘nighty-nite’ here
And no ‘sleep tight, dear’
No one to console
Us on our bedroll

We serve our sentence
Despite our repentance
No one’s obliged to sympathize
Here's what life has shown me 
We get so lonely we could die

A narrow window
Is all that we know
A glimpse of the sky
A bird flying by
That must sustain us
Thought it can pain us
To know there’s so much
We’ll never touch
So we muster resistance
To look off in the distance
But sometimes our hearts ask us to try
We see an old leaf blown free
And get so lonely we could die

The world’s betrayal
You know each day’ll
Break like it’s new
Then disappoint you 
My term’s determined
Of that I’m sure, friend
And yours is as well
That much we can tell
No pleas, no whining
No silver lining
In clouds that clutter up the sky
A single ray may break through
Just long enough to make you want to cry
How bad can the unknown be?
Here
We get so lonely we could die


we get so lonely we could die

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
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
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 la 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
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

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 shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Naked as nature intended vocals by Anais Giulia @user-520332251
Words and sounds by Box Number Eleven
Image by Anais Giulia 👙

Bikini Babe #2 (featuring Anais Giulia)

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

'ghetto falsetto' with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac 

Isaac and the apple:
Mac: music, lyrics and vocals
Harmful/Shane: lyrics, vocals, backups 

one man verity show:
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, backups, art 

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto 

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto 

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

ghetto falsetto (with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac)

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

Little Mans music: @user-474544459

Lyrics:

I quit smoking today...
What can i say...?
Don't know what to do
Use to smoke when I miss you
Now I have nothing at all..

I have to find another way
When I can't smoke all day
Going crazy missing you
Without the smoke, what can I do?
Holding my breath as long as I can..

3... 2...1...

Oh, I'm dizzy, feeling weird
Maybe I should have a drink instead?

I have to find another way
When I can't smoke all day
Going crazy missing you
Without the smoke, what can I do?
Holding my breath as long as I can...

3...2...1...

Oh, I'm dizzy, feeling weird
Maybe I should have a drink instead?

Holding My breath as long as I can..
3... 2... 1... 

Oh, I'm dizzy, feeling weird
Maybe I should have a drink instead?

Quit Smoking

The Way

A traveling snake oil salesman selling magical potions, philosophy, and maybe dream spell black magic.
Experimental Blues. For full effect play loud.
From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
Chop up 
Snakeroot
And put it in trucker speed
Take 2 of these
To help you with the ladies
Whippets of Brylcreem
And kerosine

The Priestess Lourdes
She has what you need
Step right up! Step right up!
And vanquish your enemies
You can be the hero of your wife's
Nightly dreams

Step right up!
And see what you need
Doctor Shade's Traveling Medicine Show

Old Grandpa pissed his pants again
And now he's back on the hash
Out in the front yard
In a tight T-shirt
Yelling at imaginary white trash

Take some of these
It's a roundhouse kick 
To your sympathies
You'll climb to the top of the corporate ladder
Of mediocracy
Sit comfortably
In your La-Z-Boy
Receiving the key to the City

Step right up!
"No reason to push or shove, there's plenty for everyone,"
Doctor Shade's Traveling Medicine Show

The old time remedies!
Step right up!
I have the potions
And the notions
That let you  live inside the dream
Living in the dream...

Doctor Shade's Traveling Medicine Show

The Old Time Remedies

Mercy now 3.m4a

New Song Out Now – “Run Away With Me” 🎶✨

This song was inspired by my love of 50’s doo-wop music and classic black-and-white films like Casablanca, where characters share a deep connection but choose not to pursue it for the greater good, all while longing for it internally. I was 19 when I wrote it, at the peak of my introversion, having just left my parental home for the first time and learning to live and function independently. It reflects that internal conflict of desire versus restraint during a pivotal time in my life.


#RunAwayWithMe #NewMusic #DooWop #ClassicFilms #Casablanca #IntrovertVibes #Independence #Songwriting #MusicFromTheHeart #MusicInspired #50sVibes #DesireVsRestraint #PivotalMoments #SingerSongwriter #NewRelease #MusicJourney #EmotionalMusic

Run Away With Me

This is a rough take, recorded in the moment, unpolished on purpose.
A quiet confession about seeing through performative care, carrying unspoken thoughts, and realizing the person you can’t shake is the same one who never really left.

It’s not finished.
It’s honest.

If it resonates, that’s enough for now.
Thank you for listening!

Lyrics:
Look, it’s just over there, right where you left it
Look at that last dark stare
Know that when you go to church to pray for your sins
You act like you care
Know it’s going to go nowhere
Know it won’t be so true
I just wish you’d ask what’s been on my mind
’Cause I swear it’s you

Whoa, I swear it’s you
You can’t leave my mind
You just found a place to hide
And I wish that you would just come right here

I Swear It’s You (WIP / Demo)

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Scotty. (almost) everywhere. Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's. One third of 'the wrong song club.'

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

one man verity show

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heart house and the new kindness.

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