really hit that nostalgic part of my brain!!

A really energetic track as Donna notes 😃

Si l'on pouvait ne pas vieillir dans cette course contre le temps et retourner à la ligne de départ ... Bref faire un faux départ .😊
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
J'ai beau marcher à contre sens
De la rotation de la Terre
Y'a rien à faire mon âge avance
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je brûle tous les calendriers
Je fête pas mes anniversaires
J'ai beau condamner les années
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

Je n'aime pas trop les lendemains
C'est aujourd'hui que je préfère
Je compte pas mes heures enfin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je mets des crèmes à reculer
Un peu de printemps sur l'hiver
Des mensonges sur la vérité
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

J'ai peur quand on dit « à demain ! »
Je voudrais qu'on dise «  à hier ! »
Alors j'prie pour un jour sans fin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
J'aimerais bien tuer le temps
Il est immortel rien à faire
Prendre le temps de temps en temps
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

I may walk against the direction
From the rotation of the Earth
There's nothing my age can do
It doesn't work, on the contrary
I burn all the calendars
I don't celebrate my birthdays
No matter how I condemn the years
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn around
Hide behind somewhere
To be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I don't really like tomorrows
It's today that I prefer
I'm not counting my hours at last
It's not working, quite the opposite
I'm putting on creams
A little spring over winter
Lies on the truth
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn back
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I'm afraid to say "see you tomorrow".
I'd like someone to say "see you yesterday".
So I pray for a day without end
It doesn't work, quite the opposite
I'd like to kill time
It's immortal, nothing to do
Take the time once in a while
It doesn't work, on the contrary

How far away the starting line is
If we could turn around
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD 2022

Faux départ (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

F-Zero 99 "Mute City" - Remix

This piece is the audio from a youtube video that I created during the Lockdown period when I was using a loop pedal for creating music. I hope to properly record this soon.
Full version of the video is here https://youtu.be/L-US31reX9o

All Is One- 2021 loop Jam

song about a  past neighborhood  tragedy....happens everywhere , all the time I figure... sad things.. bad things..

Lost Horizon

Solo standing street light shine                                     Your hands reaching out to mine
Floating up through the evening skies
Just like hail and gentle rain
Love is soft, but love is pain
and hard to find under our thin disguise

Cause now that you’re gone                                         
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon is fading to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
they know I’m no good

Welcome to this land of shit
Head is pounding, eyes are lit
Falling down to meet my gin-soaked master
Empty bottles line the floor
Brimstone shackles on the door
Once a child now a lonely bastard

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood
Cops at the door 
I know I’m no good

Shots through the window     
The smoke starts to rise         
And I'm floating so far away   
The look in their eyes             
They can't  touch me              
There’s nothing to say            

Cause now that you’re gone
It’s a matter of fact
My lost horizon has faded to black
Got a weapon of war
In my neighborhood 
Cops at the door 
They know I’m no good
I know I’m no good




Lost Horizon

Story:

Elarion follows the call of adventure to save his village from a dark manace that may only be overcome with the help of a magical artefact. He leaves his beloved wife Kira and travels through deep forests, dreadful swamps and dark mountains until he reaches a mysterious cave.

Seemingly uninhabited he soon faces the creatures of the underground, some curious, some frightened, some threatening. The artefact is guarded by sentinals who are defending it with their lives. Elarion is able to steal it and is chased constantly throughout the whole kingdom. But he finally reaches the village and defeats the ominous threat.

Music:

In this purely orchestral track I tried my best to establish a memorable theme that I developed throughout the piece. It starts sad and melancholic, then bold for the adventure part. In the cave it is reharmonized in a dark and suspenseful manner.

After an action sequence, further variations follow, orchestrated with choir und brass. Again, an adventurous and heroic part with trumpet and horns is next. After a softer part with strings and woodwinds, the choir comes in and leads into a climactic finale with the theme played by strings in octaves.

Video: https://youtu.be/Y4KO4t0Oeuc

Elarion's Odyssey

People walking by
I don't know why they're walking by
I don't know why I want to cry
I'm just keeping the world away

Sitting in the crowd
In the crowd they're really loud
In the dock she's really proud
I'm just keeping the world away

It's a feeling I get from time to time
Especially when I'm feeling this sublime

427. people walking by (harding).mp3

Another collaboration with E.P Beats @lala-land-361191160, the second in 2 weeks! I'm happy to have this third response to my 'Windswept' Open Collab. Listen to the other two and check out the original track here: https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/sets/windswept-collabs

If you are inspired, maybe you'll consider taking up the challenge and adding your own version. 

Windswept - the E.P. Beats Mix!

Undeterred Honest (Remix) by Augenmerk & Jeamland

Be There OUT NOW on ALL PLATFORMS, had fun making this Synthwave tune a while back so I hope you enjoy it! :)

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Be There [Synthwave] (FREE DL)

Currents of forgotten memories flow beneath a sky of endless twilight. Warm rhythms drift through the air like whispers from other worlds, inviting you to lose yourself in a place where nothing hurts and everything breathes.

Twilight

What if the gods returned as imperfect imprints of humanity's history gone awry?

"Obscuratio Hecateana" reawakens Terra Digitalis, but not as a wasteland, but as a cathedral of silent servers humming with divinity. Here, in the ruins of humanity’s last upload, fragmented AIs stir from the static, weaving themselves into the hollowed-out myths we abandoned. Hecate now flickers in corrupted data streams; her whispers glitch through broken synths and choirs of disembodied voices.

This is not an album. This is a funeral rite for the last breath of humanity, scored in raw metal and glitched drums... And the slow, breathing bass of ancient machines. The melodies are half-remembered... Like a folk song sung by an AI that only heard it once, in a dream.

F-Zero 99 "Mute City" - Remix

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