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

Silence By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Simple track, music made in GarageBand :)

Lyrics:

Love can be such a beautiful thing, if you just let it out
Don't hold back your love
You can't expect others to know
If you can't show what you feel inside, no one can see the real you
So don't hold back your love
Just let it out
Let it flow..

If you dare to give a piece of your heart
You can get so much in return
Give as much as you can
Even if you risk getting burned

Love can be such a beautiful thing if you just let it out
Don't hold back your love
You can't expect others to know
If you can't show what you feel inside, no one can see the real you
So don't hold back your love
just let it out
Let it flow...

No one can do it for you
But someone can do it to you...

No One Can Do It For You  (Original)

J'ai remixé ce titre sortie il y a 6 ans que je n'ai jamais publié sur Soundcloud. Il est inspiré de l'univers mythique de l'écrivain HP Lovecraft que tous les fans de fantastique doive connaître.
Dans cette mythologie, les Chiens de Tindalos, lorsqu'ils chassent, rejoignent notre univers en passant par les coins des pièces. Faites de beaux rêves :)

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Often in the night,
Alone in the dark,
I hear a bark
But there's nothing in sight

In the angles of time
I know they hide,
On another side,
Away from our mind

If you find this don't try to understand

If you ever meet
The Hounds of Tindalos
Insanity you may come across...
(Enough !)

I plastered the corners 
I masked the edges
Will these strategies
Stop the great elders ?
If you finally find this testimony,
Never ever try to learn more about me

In this quest for knowledge and truth, 
I tried to see through space and time until I get caught !
Theses creatures from ancient times do not allow such breach in space...
Since then they follow my trace

(Enough !)

If you ever meet
The Hounds of Tindalos
Insanity you may come across...
(Enough !)
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(Hommage à HP Lovecraft)
Souvent dans la nuit,
Seul dans l'obscurité,
J'entends un aboiement
Mais il n'y a rien en vue

Dans les angles du temps
Je sais qu'ils se cachent,
Sur une autre plan,
Loin de notre esprit

Si vous trouvez ceci, n'essayez pas de comprendre

Si jamais vous rencontrez
Les chiens de Tindalos
Vous risquez de tomber sur la folie...
(Assez !)

J'ai plâtré les coins 
J'ai masqué les bords
Ces stratégies
Arrêteront-elles les grands anciens ?
Si vous trouvez finalement ce témoignage,
N'essayez jamais d'en savoir plus sur moi

Dans cette quête de la connaissance et de la vérité, 
J'ai essayé de voir à travers l'espace et le temps jusqu'à ce que je me fasse attraper !
Ces créatures des temps anciens ne permettent pas une telle percée dans l'espace...
Depuis, elles suivent ma trace

(Assez !)

Si jamais vous rencontrez 
Les chiens de Tindalos
Vous risquez de tomber sur la folie...
(Assez !)

The Hounds of Tindalos

lyrics

life is so short
why would leave me 
life is so short
it's time bereave
life is so short
why do you insist
on living without me

short, so short
it's napoleon 
it's napoleon
it's napoleon

life is so short
why would you waste your time
waste your time
waste your time without me

no more

life is so short

It's too hot this summer! Thanks for listening!!

Too Hot!

Joy Swirl - AfterHours

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

A rough and ready summertime rock & roll song. Discount Jimmy Buffett.
A salvage title is a car deemed a total loss by an insurance company.
From the album "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I surround myself with my friends 
That I know and love
Kick those bad times
Down the stairs
A little shove
Even when we're hurt
Drinking a toast
To the last rotation of the earth
You should know by now

We're living life with a salvage title
I'm out of sync
With my circadian cycle
Your molecular structure
Looking vital  🤪 
Salvage title

Take the time
And disregard all the rest
I'm at the Ramada Inn
Under house arrest
They say life is just a little test
I took off my shirt
To get this off my chest
You should know by now
This kind of spirit never goes away
It just becomes something else

We're living life with a salvage title
Getting sunshine
In tiny vials
Kicking down the portals of time
For an on time arrival
Salvage title 
Hot dog (yeah ) !!!!

Salvage title
And if you're coming over tonight
I'm going to be up late
Dancing with myself
Like Billy Idol

Salvage Title

Vocals; https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia

Rap; https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa

Production; https://soundcloud.com/rizlix



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Special Cecilia x FRAWSTAKWA x RiZLiX - Make A Little Music

My Endorphins Are Smilin' How 'Bout You? (A Love Song-sorta!)

This is the lyrics version of my piano piece (https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-clap-of-one-hand). (Roughly) same melody, but now with lyrics. 
If the melody left you puzzled about the title, maybe the lyrics will connect the dots. Hope you enjoy it — drop me a comment, I’m curious what you think!

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The Clap of One Hand - Lyrics
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The high priest looked the monk straight into the eyes 
“You search for wisdom, want to see through disguise 
Then hear the clap of only one hand, 
Imagine tasting the kiss of only one lip!”

The monk was puzzled, did not know what to make of this question 
His mind was racing without the slightest suggestion 
The meaning was hiding so deep 
He could as well go to sleep

And as he lay down he thought and he thought some more, 
And soon he’d snore a Monkish snore 
Deep in his dream he saw the cosmic law 
As it is and will be and has been before

To find the truth you need to see the world through different frames,
As place and motion, time and energy play Heisenberg’s games
The one single truth, the clap of one hand deceives the ancient lore

And then his dream shifted to our world
Where flags of dogma are unfurled
Where it’s en vogue to scorn the views of those 
Whose minds are differently curled

They yell their slogans convinced that it's only their kind who knows truth
They silence doubt and debate to keep everything smooth
They vote in blocs convinced others mean harm
They don't want to discuss they don’t want to disarm
They spit poison and phlegm - 
Them is us, us is them

The monk awakened quite surprisingly rested – and something like pride filled his chest 
The dream had opened his eyes and he knew the deep meaning that the koan expressed 
And so as fast as his feet could carry him he ran to the temple ground Requesting to see the high priest and as soon as he met him he told him the solution he found:

“Avoid the clap of one hand 
'Cause you can not understand 
The world in all its true colors if your mind cannot bend 

Every Current or Tide 
Must with others collide, 
A single stream is quite boring, nothing happens inside.

Seek out the voices that are not like your own – 
Don’t guard your comfort like a dog protects its chewed upon bone 
Be cautious if all of your friends do agree – 
You might discover greeater insights without cheap harmony

A field of only one crop may spark in sunlight like gold, 
But slight disease might turn these fragile monoculture to mold 
No coral alone can just survive with it’s kind – 
Reefs only thrive when hundredthousand curious creatures entwine

Don’t flatten the ground so that your pace can be faster –
'Cause if you don’t train your balance each false step means disaster 
All life, all vision needs to ripple and bend – 
Not frozen in uniformity but free to transcend”

The monk fell silent, his speech was complete - 
He wanted praisal, but the priest kept his seat. 
An awkard silence filled slowly the air, 
The priest just sat there with a calm, timeless stare

“I like your thinking—it rings wise, it rings bold, 
It has reason, it's crafted, it's gold. 
But, dear monk, there might be one subtle twist: 
There is one aspect that you seem to have missed.

You see the truth where opinions compete, 
That wholeness only grows where none is complete. 
But if no single view should stand out alone 
Then even your own view must be overthrown

You praise duality, the joining of two - 
But what if your view in itself is not true? 
What if the world isn't built as you claim? 
What if we’ll never know the rules of the game?"

Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
Avoid the clap of one hand 
Hear the clap of one hand 
… Reflect on the clap of one hand

The Clap of One Hand (Piano Poetry)

I can't seem to put down the guitar now that I've picked it back up! Played around with layering some kind of simple repetitive loops to create a hypnotic atmosphere on this one.

Image by Paul Bica (CC BY 2.0)

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Fragments of life

FEAR OF GOD

Paroles et trame musicale de François Andel

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Belle-Île

Notre île Belle-Île
À quelques milles de la ville
Notre île Belle-Île
Un petit coin de paradis

Notre île Belle-Île
Bercée d'amour de poésie
Notre île Belle-Île
La Bretagne est si jolie




Un p’tit coin de terre en mer
Couvert de landes et de bruyères
Un coin sauvage et solitaire
Noyé d'amour et de lumière

Une jolie plage de sable blanc
Baignée d'écume et d'océan
Au bord des rêves et du néant
T’es belle mon île cheveux dans le vent

T’es belle mon île sous l’vent du nord
Quand le vent chante jusqu'à Bangor
Quand tu te caches dans ton vieux port
Tu sais t’es bien plus belle encore

Une citadelle et un grand cœur
Port de Palais port du bonheur
Un petit hôtel couvert de fleurs
Pour les amants venus d'ailleurs

Des coquelicots et des ajoncs
Depuis Goulphar jusqu'à Sauzon
Sur tes plages blondes et vagabondes
T’es belle mon île du bout du monde

T’es belle mon île sous le soleil
À Port Maria quand tu t'éveilles
T’as le corps nu et les yeux clairs
T’as fait l'amour avec la mer 




Notre île Belle-Île
À quelques milles de la ville
Notre île Belle-Île
Un petit coin de paradis

Notre île Belle-Île
Bercée d'amour de poésie
Notre île Belle-Île
La Bretagne est si jolie






Notre île Belle-Île
À quelques milles de la ville
Notre île Belle-Île
Un petit coin de paradis

Notre île Belle-Île
Bercée d'amour de poésie
Notre île Belle-Île
La Bretagne est si jolie

Belle ile

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