Excellent summary of today's world...encapsulating the gobbledegookness of political shenanigans and the art market (maybe). Love the 3/4 to boot!!

Ha ha - this is crazy - love it!! How many quaker oats does this take? Great work PP!

This is cool.  Its like a swirling dream.

woah this was a weird & wonderful ride. love the vintage carnival kind of vibe to it. Lyrics Tom Waits might be proud of.   :)

Avant le téléphone , internet , les femmes de soldats partis à la guerre attendaient les lettres de leurs fiancés et maris . Les enfants étaient témoins de leurs angoisses et de leurs larmes ...
Compositeur Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur Mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
La guerre c'est le bruit d'une pointe de crayon 
C'est le regard absent dans les yeux de ma mère
C'est une longue attente blanche une prison
Des mots qu'elle lisait des lettres qu'on espère

C'est le son d'un amour à la lumière dansante
C'est le goût de tous les jours , sans saveurs sans saisons
C'est apprendre qu'il y a des choses qui te manquent
Des semaines d'inquiétudes , des rides sur son front

C'est elle enveloppée dans la fumée des cigarettes
Comme dans un nuage porteur de larmes amères
Et puis c'est le silence soudain des nuits défaites
Colmatés d'espérance pour fuir le vent d'hiver 

La guerre c'est savoir qu'elle peut te dénuder
Jusqu'à la moelle d'un père qu'elle t'aura volé
Que les jours qui suivront seront jamais comblés
Que hurleront impitoyable les vents glacés

Before the telephone and the Internet, the wives of soldiers away at war waited for letters from their fiancés and husbands. Children witnessed their anguish and tears ...
Composer and arranger : Philippe SEGUINARD Author and melodist : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
War is the sound of a pencil tip 
It's the absent look in my mother's eyes
It's a long white wait in a prison
Words she read Letters we hope for

It's the sound of love in dancing light
It's the taste of every day, without flavors without seasons
It's learning that there are things you miss
Weeks of worry, wrinkles on her forehead

It's her wrapped in cigarette smoke
Like a cloud of bitter tears
And then it's the sudden silence of empty nights
Clogged with hope to escape the winter wind 

War is knowing that it can strip you bare
To the very marrow of a father stolen from you
That the days that follow will never be filled
That the icy winds will howl mercilessly

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

La guerre      TRANSLATED

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Original demo recorded: 1996
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Walk Along The Mountain Peaks

Lyrics

Lessons learned in borrowed time
Sudden change with a blink of an eye
Where did it go? 
Swallowed by fortitude?
Where has it gone as the day breaks?
Mostly lost in a foreign land
Surrounded by the pull of sinking sand
Dreaming of life
Grieving in solitude
When will it end as the ground shakes?
Why does the ground shake?
Why?
Sailing on the sea of regret
Playing with the hand that you're dealt
Not giving up is a human art
Fighting on when you feel you can't
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can
Don't stick around in the cold despair
Don't make it up you can make it there
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can
Another set of winding stairs
That lead you to a truth that you cannot bear
Looking down from the precipice 
Embroiled by the thoughts of nothingness
Silent screams from a whisky jar
That hit you with the force of a speeding car
A flicker of light, a drizzle of rain
Impaled by the force of all life's pain
Why is there so much pain?
Why?
Sailing on the river of guilt
Playing with the hand that you're dealt
Not giving up is a human art
Fighting on when you feel you can't
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can
Don't stick around in the cold despair
Don't make it up when you make it there
Don't say you can't when you know you can
Believe you can

Believe You Can

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Lyrics:

You’re getting sleepy.  Sleepier than a three toed sloth on qualludes.

Drink the tears of God as his arms wrap around the entire universe.
Caressing the sacrum that connects the main interstellar passageways.
Ones that appear to us to be nothing more than open space.
Crude images, distorted and pixelated, showing nothing more than the celestial bodies which create or reflect light.  All that does not remains unseen.

Fuddie-Duddies and Fugget Nuggets prattle on about useless platitudes and insipit gobbledygook.  Prigs and fussbudgets.  Hobnobbers and Hoo-didlies.  Fachuchies and fachachies.  Geese and fish.

Troglodyte fetuses perfumed in an iodine solution inside the inoculation chamber.
Hypothesized to create a super hominid race capable of dismembering a human arm at the rate of 9000 foot pounds per second per second per second

Deadly infectious virus spreading and suffocating
Disproportionately affecting poorer areas
Lungs
Bleeding

The Fish And Goose Soirée (Jack's Dream)

ᚎ Shadow snakes in the jade of the foliage kissed by the lunar light and dances the pixie poured by your creative breath, vital vice, violent virtue, like these fangs in your sudden smile ᚎ

Komorebi No Tsuki

Ce morceau de musique a été composé comme une variation stylistique sur un même thème musical afin d'illustrer cette petite histoire:
(0:00) Plein soleil dans un grand ciel bleu;
(0:10) Des dunes à perte de vue;
(0:21) Le désert du Rub al-Khali;
(0:47) Une caravane à l'horizon;
(0:58) Les Bédouins voyagent depuis des jours;
(1:08) La chaleur est écrasante;
(1:19) La routine s'est installée;
(1:29) La lassitude aussi;
(1:40) Des flèches tombent!;
(1:50) C'est une attaque de brigands;
(2:01) La caravane tente de fuir;
(2:11) Ils approchent;
(2:22) Les Bédouins sont encerclés;
(2:30) Ils doivent éviter les flèches;
(2:44) Corps-à-corps;
(2:51) Le combat est féroce;
(3:02) Les brigands sont mis en déroute;
(3:09) Ils battent en retraite;
(3:16) Retour au calme;
(3:54) La caravane reprend la route.

Caravane

If you don't like my name, you can refer to me as the Pharmaceutical Bundle of Sticks

The Fish And Goose Soirée (Jack's Dream)

The Pharmaceutical Phaggot

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