another master piece,Scott..everything fits nicely in this beautiful song.. awesome 🙌

Recorded live (Except for some guitar overdubs) at the Bathyscaphe Studio.

Bass: Ricounet Devallau
Drums: Nicolas Ouvrier
Guitars, vocals, mix: Hervé Louradour

Here is our version of the wonderful Chris Rea song "Joséphine".

Release date: June 26, 2023


Josephine: 
 There's rain on my window, but I'm thinking of you
 Tears on my pillow, but I will come through  
 Josephine, I'll send you all my love,  and every single step I take, I'll take for you  
Josephine, I'll send you all my love,  
 Josephine, I'll send you all my love  .

Now there's a storm on my radar, but I can still fly  
 But you are the reason for the blue in my sky   
 Josephine, I'll send you all my love,  and every single step I take, 
I'll take for you
My Josephine, I'll send you all my love,   
 Josephine, I'll send you all my love

 Josephine, I'll send you all my love,  
and every single step I take, I'll take for you
My Josephine, I'll send you all my love,   
 Josephine, I'll send you all my love
 When I'm far away, oh so far away, I'll send you all my love  
 Joseph-ine, I'll send you all my love,               
 Joseph-ine, I'll send you all my love ...

Joséphine

same shit, different year.........another one of my favs from the great man.....cheers for having a listen


The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
 William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
 With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
 At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
 And t   he cops were called in and his weapon took from him
 As they rode him in custody down to the station
 And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
 Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
 With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
 And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
 Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
 And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
 In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face 
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
 She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
 Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
 And never sat once at the head of the table
 And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
 Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
 And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
 Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
 That sailed through the air and came down through the room
 Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
 And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
 But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Take the rag away from your face
 Now ain’t the time for your tears
 
 In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
 To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
 And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
 And that even the nobles get properly handled
 Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
 And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
 Stared at the person who killed for no reason
 Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
 And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
 And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
 William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
 Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
 Bury the rag deep in your face
 For now’s the time for your tears

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Dear friends, the ordinary families in Gaza are suffering from hell! A while ago you could see a single, long line of families seeking to return to their homes. Heartbreaking! These innocent people are suffering from terrorist organisations and warmongers. WHY?
AND NOW, the 19:th of March 2025, they cannot go to their home anymore! Lots and lots of bombs have hit them! It is so strange that they can't come to an agreement!

You can see them walking - they walk to their home
long time has passed - since they saw their home
the distance is soo far
they walk there with all the things that they have
and with all their kids

The world has watched in amazement as the long, 
long line of folks heading to their home
their rusty cars are loaded
with kitchen equipment and mattresses too
and with kids on the roof

But what will meet them - their home is not there
where has it gone? There is only ruins
and their gardens are damaged
they cannot grow their food anymore
and kids have to starve

They Walk - 2025-03-07 18.30 (Lyrics in description)

the latest news..........2025, modern Australia..........cheers for having a listen


An Influencer Stole My Wombat


now you gotta ask what kind of person
would feel the need on their Australian excursion
to take a baby wombat from it's mother

poor little wombat minding it's young
when out of the car jumps some influencing fuck 
and screams oh my god, check out the beaver

it's not a beaver, it's a wombat you knob
you couldn't influence a fart, go and get a real job
but don't be a vet, cos clearly you don't like wombats

hold it up and says take a picture
and take one of the mom while she's having a seizure
so all my animal hating friends back home can have a laugh

maybe you like strangling budgies too
like that bald fella back in the 80s use to do
 yea he killed his brother, but they said he was an animal lover

don't know what was going on inside her head
oh yea thats right, it's called brain dead
guess it turned off the notifications

traumatizing little animals to get some clout
run them over in your tesla post it to your X account
and in your whiny little voice scream oh my god out loud again

our county has never been more divided
but there's some things that keep us united
you can tariff our arses……but leave our wombats alone

An Influencer Ate My Wombat

New guitar and voice demo:

Light flicker in the distance
Light streaming at the edge
The lost horizon returns again

Joy comes in the morning
Hope at the break of dawn
In the fairy stories or the old, old songs

Now love, we'll be like the flowers
We'll lift our heads again to the sun

Two sparrows for a penny
Still precious in the father's hand
No need to worry (that's hard to understand)

But now love, we'll be like the sparrows
Oh we will fly, we'll soar
And now love, don't fret about tomorrow
The sun will rise once more

A shimmer on the water
Sun-dappled sea
And a ship that sails for you and me

Storm clouds are raging
Covering all the blue
But the light will soon be breaking through

And yes love, we'll be like the flowers
We'll lift our heads again
Now love, we will meet the hour
This is not the end
Oh yes love, we'll rise like the flowers
Once again

Image by Ilya Lix

We'll Be Like The Flowers

Ristretto

It’s a heart-shaped box with memories I’m trying to forget.
Walking on a tightrope, without a safety net.
But I still remember, ‘cause it’s not over yet.
I still remember that smile.

Tickets to that concert that were torn, just like my heart.
Matchbook from a restaurant; the flames we tried to start.
One by one those matches pulled apart.
I still remember that smile.

Given time, the memories will fade away.
I’m still tryin’ to remember these, go for a spin ‘round the block.
I start cryin’, won’t you please consider unlocking the lock.
All I’ve got left is right here - in this box. This heart-shaped box.

Heart Shaped Box

Composed by H. Stytz, all instruments (guitars/bass/violin/keys)drumprogramming and all vocals by H. Stytz, Lyrics by  Pee Gee
Demo still on the list for studio-production.

09 Easy Come Easy Go

The Count of Monte Cristo

I’m a newfound man                                                      
I burn and I bake                                                           
I’m your Japan in a Dishpan                                        
I’m the flesh and the fake                                                   

Like the Count of Monte Cristo                                                  
Watch me tear the bag and swim
After 14 years of smothering 
I will breathe and start again


You only see the beauty
Watch it bind and blind the eye
The titles and the treasures
This life I live in style

Like the Count of Monte Cristo
It’s who I choose to be
But sleeping in that gunny sack
There’s a corpse disguised as me


At night, I sink and swim                                               
Leave that dungeon damp and dim                            
To an island cave, a place inside my mind                
These lands, I am estranged                                       
Invent, outlast, arrange                                                  
Til I'm  left standing with the ones my hate does find  

              
I’m a newfound man                                                      
I’m your Japan in a Dishpan                                         
Like the Count of Monte Cristo                                     
The Count of Monte Cristo                                                     

I’m a newfound man                                                      
Your Japan in a Dishpan                                         
Like the Count of Monte Cristo                                   
The Count of Monte Cristo

The Count of Monte Cristo

She sat by the door to the church every day
Praying that someone would care.
All the fine ladies and gents came to pray, heard her prayer.

She sat at the table, her nose in a book,
Trying to hide in plain sight.
Did anyone notice? Did they even look - offer a bite?

Don’t straighten the line, follow the curve, trust in supply and demand.
Adore the Divine, then have the nerve to say you want a Christian land.

The question was simple, “Can you spare a dime?”
I’ve got a family to feed.
Look straight ahead, it’s not a crime, you’ve got your needs.

Don’t straighten the line, follow the curve, trust in supply and demand.
Adore the Divine, then have the nerve to say you want a Christian land.

Feed the hungry, find the lost. Don’t complain how much it costs.
Love the ones no one else will, love your neighbor.
Heal the sick and offer hope, give the fallen ones a rope.
Do the things he told you to.



Living Simply

"SI TOI AUSSI" est une chanson écrite en 2008 . Nous avons gardé la mélodie d'origine et j'ai réécris les deux derniers couplets .Sur les refrains un bon copain m'accompagne au chant . Le thème est simple , des questionnements autobiographiques qui se superposent avec deux questionnements , un passé et un futur .
“SI TOI AUSSI” was written in 2008. We kept the original melody and I rewrote the last two verses, with a good friend accompanying me on the chorus. The theme is simple: autobiographical questions superimposed on two questions, a past and a future.
Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
LYRICS:
J’aurais tant donné
Si j’avais été roi
Mais étant donné
Que je ne suis que moi
Mon royaume est là
Beaucoup d’eau et du vent
Mes richesses à moi
Vois tu comme c’est grand
Dis moi toi que ferais tu si toi aussi…
Des chemins de larmes
Pauvres et amers indiens
L’histoire nous désarme
Tant de mal et plus rien
Qu’aurais je fait moi
En ces temps et puis blanc
Avec comme Loi
Ma bêtise d’ignorant
Dis moi toi qu’aurais tu fais si toi aussi…
Tendre et immobile
Sauvage et libertaire
Une vie tranquille
Dans mon coin solitaire
Très loin de la foule
Qui vole où va le vent
Qui parle et qui se saoule
Sans s'écouter vraiment
Dis moi toi que ferais tu si toi aussi…
 L'amour est hors la loi
Si je t’aide à partir
Mais qu'importe le droit
Qui sont t'ils pour interdire
Sciences inhumaines
Vielles morales obscènes
Aveugles et sans pudeur
C'est nos vies pas les leurs
Dis moi toi qu’aurais tu fais si toi aussi…

I would have given so much
If I had been king
But since
I'm only me
My kingdom is here
Lots of water and wind
My riches to me
See how big it is
Tell me what would you do if you too...
Paths of tears
Poor and bitter Indians
History disarms us
So much pain and nothing left
What would I have done
In these times and then white
With my law
My ignorant stupidity
Tell me what would you have done if you too...
Tender and still
Wild and libertarian
A quiet life
In my lonely corner
Far from the crowd
Who fly where the wind blows
Who talk and get drunk
Without really listening
Tell me, what would you do if you too...
 Love is outlawed
If I help you leave
But what does the law matter
Who are they to forbid
Inhuman sciences
Old obscene morals
Blind and shameless
It's our lives not theirs
Tell me what you would have done if you too...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER Mars 2025

Si toi aussi ( feat Christian Etchebarne ) TRANSLATED

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

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