wow this is a big change for you Scotty -- and it's cool!! I like the Psychedelic sound and groove.

I especially love the beat and voices❣️ Nice collaboration‼️

I'm in love with those magical backing vocals!  Your singing and lyrics are on point Scotty, incredible work!  Scratch really cooked up a banger for your awesome vocals, this is one hell of a great collab guys!

This is really awesome Scotty!! You two are amazing!! 🔥

super cool sounds about the messiness of life

so cool hearing you with Scratch Kelly's production work! love the added rhythm guitar and great emotionally torn vocals, real cool!

Brilliant song mate, got a kinda madchester vibe! ✨

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...
———————————————————————————————————
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)

'you can('t) change' with Scratch Kelly 

Scratch: beat, synths, backing vocals, production, art
Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals 

I can't even blame you, girl,
after I've learned about your world.
Fucked up, but, still, that is that.
I have given all of me,
and sometimes I did believe
that we'd create a habitat. 

But then tonight happened again,
and I've lost my love, and best friend. 

It didn't need to escalate,
then you wanted to stay out 'late',
drink some more, and party hard.
Then when it was time to leave,
you spoke shit I'd rather disbelieve, 
and now I have to leave. It's hard.

Because when you're straight, you are great.
But, I keep making the same mistake
of forgiving you. Now, it's too late.
My heart is torn, but, so is fate. 

You can('t) change.

you can('t) change (with Scratch Kelly)

Artwork by Matilda Culliton

Athena represents wisdom, courage, and strategic warfare, embodying the ideals of justice and protection. She is often seen as a guide for personal empowerment and self-discipline, inspiring individuals to harness their inner strength and intellect.

Lyrics

An honour good human city
The virgin goddess aside snake head pretty
Howl Owl no man need take pity
Evolution to peace need not commitee
Nurture this tree of olives Poseidon
Athena power now lets transmute the poison

Worn gorgoneion to ward away evil
Instinctual power protecting all season
Stoic in mind from Zeus born full form
Draft us a plan to bring this light norm
Ominous Ares won't show us the way
Medusa mind make now peace for all's day

Hand of honour
Art of craft
New now is upon her
Dare and dazzling graft

Ominous Ares we'll show you the way
Fenrir as friend pet peaceful today

Chaos will crumble
Reason still rules
Athena and Owl
Fierce but peace food
Thankful we are for prosperity mood

One Fresh Start

Athena

'toxic love' 

note: yet another spontaneous shitty live phone recording, first and only take.

Well, this is hard.
That we know.
Add to the scars, 
or just let go?
We know there's love.
There's no doubt.
But, when fucked up,
we run our mouths,
and say some things
that we regret.
And, these words sting.
We can't forget.
Yet we find
we can't let go.
Attraction
takes control.
And we forgive,
and seem okay,
until we sip
too much someday. 
And, then the shit
will escalate.
I'm feeling sick.
It's not okay.
I won't forget, 
for it's been fun.
Not just the sex.
But, us as one.
But, so we have
now become
a toxic love that
has come undone.

toxic love

Kick

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a late-night improvisation over a poem by German writer Christian Morgenstern (1871-1914). 
Cover: Ink drawing by Gunther Benedict

Der Wasseresel

It's such an honor and joy to work with these two incredible artists! I have had the privilege of collaborating with Masa (Tot) a few times already, but it is my first making music with Khan. I hope you will enjoy this chilled out summer vibe.

Khan - @khan20233202 - Vocals & Lyrics
Tot - @tot-beat - Beat & Samples
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea - Synth, Drums & Production


Lyrics (by Khan)

ON JULY

We met on July
We don’t know music come from and why
I can hear the storm is coming down down down
We don’t see but we see eye to eye
We can hear muses are coming down down down
We don’t see but we’re brotherhood

I saw fireworks tonight alone
I got the Big echo tonight and moon
I saw fireworks bring me to them
I feel paradise is here for me.

On July (Khan, Tot & Tea R. Sea)

Way overdue for something new but I've been living in exile without the usual, albeit modest, setup I'm used to. So this might be pretty rough. And it's full of the usual horror at political realities and way full of schmaltzy velveeta. 

Guitarist note:  I don't have amps at present and was struggling to find a decent direct sound. There is a *free* VST plugin by Neural Amp DSP and online libraries of tone prints, also free, that came to the rescue. Highly recommended.

it's alright for you as long as it's alright
you don't mind what they do in the broad daylight

it never could be you

but you don't see the way you're blinded
they'll never drag you down to the places meant for those

do you feel the color of your soul
when you live with love suspended hiding in a hole
the moment is yours but you don't believe 
you won't believe what lies there ripening 
growing in your mind without you knowing

now it could be you

and as you feel the weight of the binding
you know they're dragging you down to the places meant for those

to liberate the light of every heart and mind
you can say it never paying any price

there's a little part of everyone that knows 
we're only playing separate lives 
till true faith arrives

if there's every gonna be a change 
let it start right here

you know it could be you

It Could Be You

Mac , music , lyrics ,vocals
Scotty , lyrics and vocals
Shane , lyrics and vocals

Jimmy really should have learned how to drive 
But he thought he was the last of the lads alive
He never knew his signals or emergency stops
Took a blind side right with his headlights off
And that was the end of that 
But there’s always some daft twat
Who dabbles in disaster for a silly laugh
Perhaps it’s apt 
But Christ it’s proper sad
He was probably an arsehole but someone’s little lad
And it makes em mad in the daily mail
When every little jimmy fails
“They should be building bigger jails , these criminals shall not prevail”
Fuck off Doris ,I’ve got news for you 
You can climb down off that high horse
Cos it ain’t fit for glue

Those with glass minds throwing rocks tonight
Knowing that they never lived a day in their lives

Well, Linda sits upon her porch 
with cigarettes and beer,
waitin' for her cheque and askin'
the mailman each time he's near.
She lives with other women,
who are very much the same.
Seven babies from eight daddies.
Makin' them is just a game
for them to live in ignorance,
sit and do nothing, 
but complain about the immigrants 
that make them quite insane,
even though they're working difficult, shit jobs 
that they're too proud to do.
Entitlement based on their skin
colour and where it was they grew.

There’s two sides to a coin
When judgement calls
Those opinions are the shovel that will bury us all
And that’s all 
X

Fit for glue

Moonrise (Inst.)

https://genius.com/Tunillbxy-medicine-lyrics

Medicine <3

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

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