Clay Young

Voice of the nation

I'm on Drums🤗 I love this band so much✨
Thank you Uziel,Jeff,Stephen&Terry~~much Respect✨

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith(Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)


I was struck by an article in the Guardian 10 years ago about a woman who used to hang out and work with the Rolling Stones in the 60s and the article was about adapting to old age while having nostalgia for such a potent time in her life. For this recording I had to change one word - 70 to 80. Musically it needed to be rhythmic but melancholic: something you got from major and minor seventh songs in the mid 70s as disco kicked in



YESTERDAY’S PEOPLE

Yesterday’s people used to party, party, party
Yesterday’s people were so cool so cool so cool

There was a girl her skin so fresh and fine
There was a guy as smooth as a dark red wine
They were out there in a happening era
Face to face so close and nearer
Photogenic and oh so bold
But that generation has all grown old

In 69 it was crazy zany time
In London town all that music going down
Young people travelling - free love happening
Beautiful people philosophizing
Mary Jane twilight in the Mediterranean
That generation they’ve all grown old

If you’re talking to an 80 year old guy
Remember he - was Mr cool way back in time
Try to imagine the face much younger
The yearning soul hormonal hunger
Suite Judy blue eyes young people dancing
That generation they’ve all grown old


Yesterdays People

An homage to WS Merwin's "For the Anniversary of My Death." https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43118/for-the-anniversary-of-my-death

Influences: The Cure, Depeche Mode, Tom Petty

A Lightless Star

BringIng Back this Song made 10 years ago. Hope You Feel it ... You can Download it for Free :)
Lyrics Singing/ Music Mix Demo/Video Clip Mix  by Special Cecilia
Video on Youtube : https://youtu.be/msOF7Y6pEBk?si=2Gq2-KMYOsjiot5C

WE CAN BE GREATER ...

Original acapella Che Paxin :
Looperman https://soundcloud.com/chepaxinmusic/feel-so-right-wet-acapella

Feel So Right Ft Che Paxin

Screenshot your mind, life was designed, watch what you do, there's nowhere to hide.

Screenshot Your Mind (life was designed)

Fun tune! Another jam with guitars by Chris - Chris @chris-schlue

Roadkill Love Story

FOR THE YOUTH!!  This Is Inspired By The Almost 100 Year Old Poem "Kringsat Av Fjender"  Written By The Norwegian , Nordahl Grieg...  

Surrounded By Enemies (Kringsat Av Fjender)

A bit of US Country Rock going on here , Dave Cooper sent me the lyrics and I knew straight away this would work ! I got Kim on board to add a bit of flavour to the song , and this is the result , we hope you like it ! Nearly finished a new one with Dave , a bit of Folk Rock . Me , Gaz and Nat are up next with a cracker of a song , followed by a song written by David Dunham that me and Axel Menningen recorded , lovely song ! Then it's me , Skippy and Kim , followed by Kim and I , then a real belter me and Andrea Brennan put together about a week ago . Lot's happening folks , thank you for all the support you give to me and the projects I'm involved in .
Charlotte and myself still have our album out there , have a listen to a track or two !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

Supersonic Dreamer

She should have left that damn bird alone

Mama Saw A Bird

Texte par La Gazelle
Voix La Gazelle et Blackescanor
Sur une musique de Kevin Chaulier

Paroles :
Tu sais moi j voulais commencer par la fin 
Trouver un sens à ce qui m'entoure 
Je projetais juste leur vision de l'amour 
Mes revers essuyaient seuls leurs chagrins 

Je voulais juste voir le beau 
Que l'été revienne j'en demandais trop 
des flammes incertaines qui me chauffent 
J'ai cru qu'il n'y avait que le fort 
qui nous mènerait là haut

J'voulais tout en grand 
Que ce soit lourd léger complet 
Le prince le palais et le royaume charmants
Mais putain oui moi j voulais du concret 

Comme entravée dans un fil rouge 
Petite poupée qui tourne en boucle 
J'ai barboté dans le lisse le doux 
Fermé les yeux sur les plis les coups 

Où se cache la beauté ?
Dans le morcelé l'éclaté l'essaimé 
Mon corps mes plaies comment s'aimer 
Où se cache la beauté ? 

Sur une terre retournée, desséchée
Le beau qu’tout l’monde veut s’partager.
Dans les fumées noires, dans l’grincement des rails,
Un rêve qui hurle quand la réalité fait mal.

Le beau, j’crois qu’il se cache entre deux failles,
Dans l’air fendu les bancs d’couleurs qui s’écaillent
Dans une main tendue, un regard paumé,
Dans un rictus d’espoir qu’le système veut gommer.

À force de danser entre les pièges du jour,
On rafistole nos rêves comme des puzzles d’amour.
On se fait des boucliers avec un bout d’étoile,
Dans les cendres froides, on fait nos châteaux de sable.

Le beau,
C’est les mains qui se serrent quand tout l’monde plie l’échine,
C’est l’amie qui t’écoute quand ton cœur part en vrille.
C’est créer de la vie quand tout le monde vacille.

Tu sais moi j'voulais qu'on s'emmène loin
qu'on s'arrête pas à c'que pense un chacun 
Que tes peines me concernent nos chagrins 
Qu'on n'en laisse pas un au bord du chemin 

Je voulais que le beau ce soit nous 
Dans notre force nos faiblesses qu'on s'écoute
Qu'on savoure les joies les rires les doutes 
Qu'on se porte chacun notre tour 

Tu sais moi j'veux juste qu'on s'aime à chaque étape 
Prendre du plaisir dans les regards les partages
J'veux qu'on se comprenne quand ça va pas 
Qu'on accepte nos forces et nos tracas

Tu es mon repère quand tout est flou 
 même si c'est pas parfait Ça j'm'en fous 
Le beau, c’est toi, c’est moi, c’est l’instant qui résiste,
C’est les failles qu’on comble pour que l’avenir existe,
Alors oui, la vie, c’est un chaos en chantier,
Mais si tu veux du beau, faut apprendre à la regarder.

Le Beau

The first version of this in 2005 was a reaction to nationalism as exhibited via plane hijackings. This time the US border politics triggered a rewrite with a different chord structure and words. Just acoustic guitar and bass: back to basics!

INTERNATIONAL NATIONALITY 2025

I woke up to face the day Acapulco Hilton
I knew I had to catch a train to the USA
I should be excited but I know I’m not
I’m feeling all the fears that America’s got 

There are borders and a national guard
There are people who are living so hard
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Out of the xray beam to the border gate
Who’s got a false passport are they here today?
I’m looking around for a sweaty brow
Has the guard gotta grudge and a sacred cow?

Let’s get something underway
Take away the borders of today
I think it’s time to make us all the same
An international nationality

Free them . . . and you’ll be halfway human
The children . . . let them be in arms tomorrow

I’m looking out through the glass at the other’s world
Seeing them through the fence where they’re all being held
Who’s that getting up and walking around
Are we just gonna leave without making a sound?

International Nationality 2025

The Reach Around

keep the hope...

Please also check out my YouTube channel:
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街灯 / street light
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どうか
想い届けと　風をあつめて
祈る　ゆびさき

どこか
帰る場所など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　あしおと

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　何かが
自分の姿で演じてる　そして
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

ひとり
灯る街灯に　寒くないかと
憂う　ゆうぐれ

いつか
閉じる扉など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　ひとなみ

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　愚かな
自分の姿を忘れてる者が
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

AppleMusic

街灯 / street light

Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

ALL YOU NEED

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

Heartache In My Levi's

First song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch. A musical comedy about a genius toy inventor who is searching for Bigfoot and UFO's in Bellingham, Washington.

Living On Toys And Dreams

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Clay Young

Shock the Algorithm