🎸 𝗝 𝗜 𝗠 🎙

A tous les vagabonds d'âge qui ont parcouru le monde en biais de long en large et en galères. 
Compositeurs : Philippe SEGUINARD - Xavier JAARI  Auteurs : Xavier 
JAARI ( english )  Guillaume DULER  ( french )
Arrangements : Xavier JAARI  https://soundcloud.com/xavier-jari
Chants : Xavier JAARI - Guillaume DULER
Bass - Drums - Keyboard : Xavier JAARI
Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD - Xavier JAARI
To all the vagabonds of age who have traveled the world on a slant, up and down the length and breadth of the galleys. 
Composers: Philippe SEGUINARD - Xavier JAARI Authors: Xavier 
JAARI ( english ) Guillaume DULER ( french )
Arrangements : Xavier JAARI https://soundcloud.com/xavier-jari
Vocals : Xavier JAARI - Guillaume DULER
Bass - Drums - Keyboard : Xavier JAARI
Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD - Xavier JAARI

Lyrics: 
You’re juste hobos on the road, with your guitars as only load,
They're just two raggedy men, lost in a world that don't give a damn,
But you keep playing your music anyway, hoping to find a better day.

J'ai des kilomètres de frontières
Sous mes semelles de vents glacés
Comme ces rivières en hiver
Où j'ai pas fini de nager
A contre courant électrique
Je n'ai jamais fait d'étincelles
J'étais tout seul sale pathétique
Comme une bête sans sa belle

It’s your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
Mon dernier train arrive en gare
It’s your life style but you choose it your life style 
C'est bientôt l'heure du départ
It’s your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
Cette fois je ne suis pas en retard
It’s your life style but you choose it your life style

It’s too late anyway too late to have any regret 
It’s too late anyway too late fot better day
just two raggedy men, 
Lost in a world that don't give a damn,

J'ai fait le tour du monde en biais
De long en large et en galère
J'étais un pauvre aventurier
Un Bob Morane de la misère
J'en ai connu des bides en ville
Sur tous les trottoirs de la Terre
Mendier c'est toujours difficile
Pas un radis et en Enfer

It’s your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
Mon dernier train arrive en gare
It’s your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
C'est bientôt l'heure du départ
It’s your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
Cette fois je ne suis pas en retard
It’s your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
Cette fois je ne serai pas en retard

You're just hobos on the road, with your guitars as only load,
They're just two raggedy men, lost in a world that don't give a damn,
But you keep playing your music anyway, hoping to find a better day.

I've got miles of borders
Under my soles of icy winds
Like rivers in winter
Where I'm not done swimming
Against the electric current
I never made a spark
I was all alone dirty pathetic
Like a beast without its beauty

It's your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
My last train arrives at the station
It's your life style but you choose it your life style 
It's almost time to go
It's your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
This time I'm not late
It's your life style but you choose it your life style

It's too late anyway too late to have any regret 
It's too late anyway too late fot better day
just two raggedy men, 
Lost in a world that don't give a damn,

I went around the world at an angle
Up and down and up and down
I was a poor adventurer
A Bob Morane of misery
I've had my share of flops in town
On all the sidewalks of the Earth
Begging is always difficult
Not a penny and to hell

It's your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
My last train arrives at the station
It's your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
It's almost time to go
It's your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
This time I'm not late
It's your life style but you choose it your life style choose it
This time I won't be late

© Xavier JAARI / Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER   Juillet 2023

Bum'bo  ( Xavier JAARI & JIM ) TRANSLATED

I bought a 12-string for the first time in my life - had a little play around. I just love that ringing jangly sound. 
And repetitive mantric devotionals are great to listen to as well!

My Grace Is Enough (Brian Peters)

My grace is enough for you
My grace is enough for you
For all that you do
And all you go though
My grace is enough for you

Look A Little Higher (Brian Peters)

Look a little higher than your dreams
Look a little higher than your times
Look a little higher than your schemes
Look a little higher than your mind
Look a little higher than your will
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your power
Look a little higher than your plans
Look a little higher than your strength
Look a little higher than your hands
Look a little higher than your skill
Keep on looking unto the hills

Look a little higher than your silver
Look a little higher than your gold
Look a little higher than your barns
Look a little higher than your folds
Look a little higher than your fields
Keep on looking unto the hills

My Grace Is Enough • Look A Little Higher

The Traveller From Nowhere.

======================

When I was a teenager I loved to write. Sometimes it was poetry, other times short stories, other times it was songs, and I even imagined their music, accepting that perhaps I would never hear them performed. Finally, he also expressed moods, experiences, concerns and desires through simple strokes.


Based on a written line, 5 years ago, I composed music about one of those texts.

Now, thanks to the collaboration of my friend Peter, his impeccable translation, diction and correction of the text, I have been able to incorporate and modify said composition, but, obviously, with text in English.

Thank you Peter, again, for your enthusiasm and help.

Lyric.

The Traveller from Nowhere

Like a whisper that drifts on the breeze. Our eyes fixed on each other,
watching time slither by. Time that ends beyond the lifespan of people and
the backdrop of their murmuring.

It seems I don't know where I'm from or where I'm going. I think and feel like
the traveller from nowhere, either crossing great distances, or, perhaps,
locked in a tiny room. Never to leave.

I imagine I am someone I am not, incarcerated and blind, ignorant of the
counting of the days, a spectator watching his own life trickle past himself,
wasted.

Thus I become a random observer from here, my place, failing to understand
with my diffuse logic all that surrounds me, and the banalities of the human
condition: evil, value, love, desires, and countless other emotions, character
traits.

Indeed, I am suffused with these emotions, emotions on which I greedily
feed, trying to comprehend, dissect and analyse the secret triggers that
generate them, all within an eternal search whose horizon is infinite. So, in
the end, when all is said and done, I realise that I know neither where I'm
from nor where I'm going... then, and only then, finally, do I grasp my destiny.

I am the one who once was somewhere, or possibly not. The one who
imagines worlds and lives but never really lives them. The nomadic one who
becomes that curious traveller from nowhere; surreal, anonymous, ethereal,
imaginary……drifting on the breeze.


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13 tracks of native instruments and the Xewton forum.

4 imini Arturia tracks.

4 track flowtones synth

1 xpad track

3 tracks kv331

DAW. Music Studio 2

Hardware. ipad.

Thank you for your comments.

Paco

The Traveller From Nowhere (2023) Narrated By Peter

Far away girl painting : Nataly NGM 
Notes & words composed, played and sung by Bruno Chassaigne 
Mastered by Loony De Bussy in October 2023

You Got The Right - Bruno C.

Midisound sent me this track for collaborating on , and it was so pretty i had to bite, go hear his AWESOME work :-https://soundcloud.com/sonido-reflexivo
Please enjoy my little ditty about going home from a long busy day at work , these words were formed on the cycle ride home i do every evening from the west end of London to the flat in Chelsea where i live.
Lyrics:-
Home
Where the heart is
Home
Where my mind can roam
The precious time i spend alone

When the working day is over
That's my favorite time , I'm going home
I like to be there on my own
I used to be a kind of rover
Being loud , those days are over
Home
I like to be here on my own

Midisound / winkandwoo 2023

Home

Home - Midisound & winkandwoo

Quand on a la tête comme un bloc-note et qu'en plus on est resté un enfant avec tout son imaginaire et sa folie , cela donne une chanson amusante réalisée par deux copains qui ont 112 ans à tous les deux ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔ !!! Contient des rimes en " otte et oque " pour ceux qui sont allergiques 😈
Compositeur/Musicien : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur-Mélodiste/Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
When your head's like a notepad and you're still a child with all your imagination and craziness, you get a fun song by two friends who are both 112 years old ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔!!! Contains "otte et oque" rhymes for those who are allergic 😈
Composer/Musician: Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter/Melodist/Vocals: Guillaume DULER
Vocalist : Sylvie TIRET

Lyrics:
Dans mon bloc-note
Je dénote sans fautes
Comme un Don Quichotte
J'ai la tête qui flotte
Dans mon bloc-note
Ça funk et ça rock
Je change d'époques
Saute mouton saute !
Dans mon bloc-note
Je casse mes menottes
Je m'échappe du bloc
Les gardiens s'en moquent

Capitaine à docks
Sauve mes bébés phoques
Ma banquise part en flotte
Mon climat perd la note

Dans mon bloc-note
De bric et de broc
Pensées en bougeotte
Cerveau sans jugeotte
Dans mon bloc-note
L'araignée débloque
J'suis pas seul mon pote
On est en colloc 
Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des anecdotes
Remplies de coyotes
A l'allure glauque

Capitaine à docks
J'en perds mes dreadlocks
J'tombe dans les compotes
Je veux sortir de ma grotte

Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des phrases idiotes
Qui sont sans culottes
Petites patriotes
Dans mon bloc-note
J'suis pas un despote
Tous les mots me bote
Même les équivoques
Dans mon bloc-note
Je suis astronaute
Un peu cosmonaute
Même taikonaute

Capitaine à docks
Ouvre moi ta porte
Ma valise en plastoc
A reçu trop de chocs

Dans mon bloc-note
Des mémos en stocks
Les yeux à la coke
Je voudrais dire STOP !

In my notepad
I write without mistakes
Like a Don Quixote
My head is floating
In my notepad
It's funk and rock
I change eras
Jump sheep jump!
In my notepad
I break my handcuffs
I escape from the block
The guards don't care

Captain to the docks
Save my baby seals
My ice floe floats away
My climate loses its note

In my notepad
Of odds and ends
Thoughts on the move
Brains without gumption
In my notepad
The spider unlocks
I'm not alone, buddy
We're roommates 
In my notepad
There are anecdotes
Filled with coyotes
With a gloomy look

Captain of the docks
I'm losing my dreadlocks
I'm falling in the compotes
I want to get out of my cave

In my notepad
There are some silly phrases
That have no panties
Little patriots
In my notepad
I'm no despot
I'm not a despot
Even equivocations
In my notepad
I'm an astronaut
A little cosmonaut
Even a taikonaut

Captain of the docks
Open your door
My plastic suitcase
Has received too many shocks

In my notepad
Memos in stock
Coke in my eyes
I'd like to say STOP!

© Philippe SEGUINARD & Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Bloc-Note 📔  (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

THE BOY - I NEVER SAY GOOD BYE

From MORE MONEY EP

Listen on Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/6V1G8d4Czrp4uRI0nHOwuB?si=eulsso0DQX66ROFQcuyTNg

Everything by THE BOY

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I NEVER SAY GOOD BYE

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Home

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Composed in October 2023.

Whenever I send a song to Clive I expect something great. I have already lost faith in giving him a title that he would always modify to give it a better meaning.

After sending me the cover art, and seeing what motivated him to write the lyrics, I can imagine it on his bicycle, returning home after a hard day at work.

And, certainly, be it in England, Spain, or wherever... there is no better place than your home.

Listen to Winkandwoo's fantastic music and voice here….

https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo

lyrics:-

Home
Where the heart is
Home
Where my mind can roam
The precious time i spend alone

When the working day is over
That's my favorite time , I'm going home
I like to be there on my own
I used to be a kind of rover
Being loud , those days are over
Home
I like to be here on my own

15 tracks of native instruments from MS2 and the Xewton forum

6 tracks Arturia imini.

Daw. Music Studio 2

Hardware. ipad

Cover Art. Winkandwoo

mix...my car

Thanks for your comments.

Paco.

Home - Winkandwoo & Midisound

part 4 of 5 from  the new E.P. with The Turtle Project https://soundcloud.com/turtle-project
" THE HOPE OF THE SUNRISE"
Lyrics to No Angels:-
"As the young man left the clearing, he scrambled down a hill, and saw an old man, sitting outside a cave on a huge mushroom, beckoning him".

I saw the ship overhead
Did you get to meet them
You think they're good
They're very good
At fooling and deceiving

Did you trust them
Did you listen
Did you believe these
Gung-ho strangers
They will trick you
They will bleed you
Don't you know 
They are no angels
No Angels

As you move on
On your way
Never search for saviours
Discernment rules
Feel your way
Only you can make it

Do you trust you
Will you listen
Do you believe
You are the changer
See the pitfalls
Hear the dangers
Don't you know
You need no angels
No Angels

Do you trust you
Will you listen
Do you believe
You are the changer
See the pitfalls
Hear the dangers
Don't you know
You need no angels
No Angels

The Turtle Project / winkandwoo 2023

No Angels

No Angels - The Turtle Project & winkandwoo

THE BOY - NEW MOON
Everything by THE BOY
Out on everywhere now❣
Listen on Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/album/4DXBz2wHbfVndgLZuF2FM3?si=enssh-eVSc2S-7p_h3YnnQ

I sang the feeling just like that I want to disappear. I expressed the feeling by comparing it to the new moon. 

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NEW MOON

A real joy to have Karin-Maria Brunner join me on this song. She has really done an amazing job with my basic track. My grateful thanks and deepest appreciation to you, Karin-Maria. (@user-53145152-479345033)
https://soundcloud.com/karin-maria-brunner

K-M: Epic pad, Vintage synthesiser strings, harp, violin, viola, cello, crash, bass, processing, mixing and mastering 
Me: vocals, guitars, drums, keyboards

Promise Me (Brian Peters)

It's hard to believe
Takes courage of man to admit it
There's a memory within me
The sound of your name recalls it

We're living in days
Dancing too close to the heat
There's pockets of fires
Scattered all over the streets

*Promise me baby
You won't let another come between our love
Promise me baby
You won't imprison the dove*

They tied up the servant
They killed the messenger
Made a home explosive
Marked it ‘return to sender’

There’s a crack in the conscience
A finger of light in the skies
There’s bug on your telephone
Your windows are full of eyes

It’s the day of the aliens
Night of the UFOs
They took all the war brides
The baby boomer girls

There’s halls of illusion
Perverted sex on the screen
Young minds in confusion
Old men with adolescent dreams

The prophet is dishonoured
Especially in his own home
I’ve been reading Borges
Listening to Leonard Cohen

There’s sex on the telephone
A hundred iniquity dens
But the women are sexless
There are no real men

There’s blood on the doorposts
The angel of death is near
Speak softly, darling
Even the walls have ears

There’s a place in the hills
It’s like the top of Masada
It’s the gateway to paradise
Or the scene of a murder

Well, the world’s getting smaller
It’s like a one horse town
But the circle gets faster
As it spirals down

And the more things are changing
The more they are the same
And I sound like my daddy
I guess he felt the same

Promise Me

Who could blame them for being giddy?  They finally had him….got the mugshot, and in a few months he’d be tried & convicted, and best of all, out of their way for good.  Some may question their motives & methods, but hey, it was up to them to save democracy, right?  
******************* 
For this one, I rounded up my fantasy band, the Famous Texas Men Of Note, to perform at the imaginary Seven Sisters Dance Hall, some 40 miles west of Austin, in the heart of the Texas Hill Country.  The crowd wasn’t huge that night, but it was plenty raucous.  Needless to say, we brought the house down.  We always do.

LYRICS
Finally bagged the prize,
Event commemorated with a photograph,
A delightful list of crimes,
Got ‘em prancin’ with the lawyers down the primrose path,
The scribes down in the court,
Breathlessly report,
With a glee they can’t contain,

Oh they’re giddy….

Giddy like the rats that swarm the sewage slag,
Giddy like the vultures, feasting on the rotted culture,
That has spawned them from its womb,
And they tell us all how grateful we should be,
Cause they’re doing it to save democracy.
 
Yeah all fortitude & grit,
Our protectors wouldn’t quit,
On this noble quest,
There would be no rest,
Staged sudden raids, drew dossiers,
Tried Russian links, threw kitchen sinks,
To cage the dreaded pest,
Damn the proper form,
They’ve snared Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,

And now they’re giddy…..

Giddy like the buzzards circling o’er their prey,
Giddy like the varmints, chewing on the hated target,
While the judges hold him still,
Giddy like the frantic hawks, flailing with their shrilly squawks,
The fear they just can’t kill,
Damn the coming storm,
Now they’ve booked Le Bete Orange,
Slam the gavel, bring the charge,
Hey, the law may be applied unequally,
But it’s the only way to save democracy.

I beg you Lovely Lady, turn your head away,
Away from the shame, away from the pain,
America, America, how did we let it get this far?
We are your sons, what have we done?
What have we done……….

Ah but giddy doesn’t last, when the vengeance & the wrath,
Shred the piers that bear the load,
No it won’t be so hysterical, when even Heaven’s miracle,
Can’t keep our father’s code, 

Oh but decision day is nigh, & the beast is still alive,
And far too many still believe…..

So arrest the Monster!...show it on TV,
Silence him & anyone who won’t concede,
There’s no time for constitutionality,
When the mission is to save democracy.

Giddy (now with lyrics)

The final part of our EP The Hope Of The Sunrise https://soundcloud.com/turtle-project
Lyrics:-
He made it to the ocean
And sat down on the sand
He noticed the changes
He held it in his hand
A new inner knowing
His heart felt so light
Just as the sky turned orange
The horizon got bright

Life is hope
Life is faith
Life is trusting yourself
It's never too late
Life is hope
Life is faith
Life is trusting yourself
It's never too late

Ah The hope of the sunrise
Ah The hope of the sun rising now.

The Turtle Project / winkandwoo 2024

The Hope Of The Sunrise

The Hope Of The Sunrise - The Turtle Project & winkandwoo

Winter

WHEN YOU FINALLY L:EAVE

Future sunset Omarama
Knowing only you will see
It’s a low brow shrinking ceiling

A contract without words
It’s the thick of family
Harbinger of lonely hearts
The fate of you and me

And when you finally leave
We gotta face it courageously
When you finally leave
We gonna have to suck it up – it’s the right thing to do
We gonna have to draw down on memory 

Fate is born by trajectory
Attraction mangles fences
Leaving snow grass blowing free

And how the years were kind to us
Yearning for the workplace
The weekends oh so bleak

And when you finally leave . . .
Instrumental
You got a date stamp – a black hole in the sky - And I got to make way

You and your Omarama – we’ll both be conscience free
But how will we feel? . . . 

Cause when you finally . .

When You Finally Leave

D'après le film " The Man from Earth " de Richard Schenkman . On a remplacé le personnage principal par un tueur professionnel 😱 !!! 
Based on the film "The Man from Earth" by Richard Schenkman . We replaced the main character with a professional killer 😱 !!!! 

Composer : Philippe SEGUINARD 🚲
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER 🛶 

Lyrics :
Il paraît qu'il n'y a pas de sot métier
Le mien c'est tout simplement de tuer
Je suis l'meilleur dans ma catégorie
J'ai ôté la vie dans tous les pays
Je travaille pour tous les gouvernements
Les rois , les riches maffieux les présidents
Je suis très cher mais je suis efficace
Quand j'élimine je ne laisse pas de trace

Oh les scènes de crimes !

J'ai liquidé pas mal de vrais méchants
Mais comme j'assassine pour le plus offrant
Je ferme aussi les yeux des faux gentils
Car pour moi toutes les vies ont un prix

Oh les scènes de crimes !

Je frappe tel un virus sans distinction
Je n'ai pas de lois pas de religions
Je suis bien né avant toutes ces chimères
J'ai 14 000 ans et des poussières

Holocène de crime

Personne n'a jamais vu mon visage
Je suis une ombre un fantôme sans âge
Je suis un salaud dix fois millénaire
Toujours debout sur cette pauvre Terre
Pourtant je peux mourir à chaque instant
C'est pour vieillir que je mets plus de temps
Je sais que c'est très difficile à croire
Les preuves sont dans vos livres d'histoires

Holocène de crime

They say there's no such thing as a fool's job
Mine is simply to kill
I'm the best in my category
I've taken lives in every country

I work for every government
Kings, rich mafiosi, presidents
I'm very expensive but I'm efficient
When I eliminate I leave no trace

Oh the crime scenes!

I've taken out a lot of real bad guys
But since I murder for the highest bidder
I also close my eyes to false good guys
Because for me, all lives have a price

I strike like a virus without distinction
I have no laws, no religions
I was born before all these chimeras
I'm 14,000 years old and counting

Holocene of crime

No one has ever seen my face
I'm a shadow, an ageless ghost
I'm a bastard ten thousand years old
Still standing on this poor Earth

Yet I could die at any moment
It takes me longer to grow old
I know it's hard to believe
The proof is in your history books

Holocene of crime

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER 2024

Holocène De Crimes   TRANSLATED

Thunder Pants

Too bad I was your Rembrandt in waiting
Though you sensed you were Ms Convenience
So many days in a chamber debating
Instead of between sheets of Salinas

There you go again 
Mount Vesuvius – in your hands
Manufacturing pain
Emphatically – Thunder Pants
(your cross you bear is burning dangerously near)
(Here seeking comfort from anxiety wizened)

So soon the ejector seat after the thrill
Brings the acid to the back of your teeth
You can’t let it go like a Janice girl
So it’s almost time to lay a wreath

A rational man would cut you dead
But testosterone makes fools of the best

Sometimes it seems that you’re talking nice
But I know it’s the crack end of the bench
It’s a midday roast and my tongue is dry
Anticipating that rapier sledge

Thunder Pants

Hey…. Snowing now, I went out to do a little snow shoveling and to check on an injured whitetail deer that was hiding along the fence line of my neighbor’s property yesterday. Looks like the deer waited until the cover of night to leave, and probably headed into the riparian brush along the creek down the road. I saw the deer yesterday, as I was outside. It had an injured front hoof, and was definitely limping. The deer was well camouflaged along the wooden fence and bedded down under some bushes. I laughed because the neighbor’s dog was none the wiser, as to the presence of the deer. I was hoping that deer would make it, and survive, as hiking in the spring, I have often found deer carcasses, picked clean by eagles, coyotes, magpies and others, as the winter took its toll on them. There have been plenty deer in the yard here all winter long. I usually shake the dried apples off the trees once a week, and they fall into the snow. Then it looks like an army came through, hoof prints everywhere and nary an apple to be found. Anyway, this song is about my childhood. A dark and cathartic song. A little rough around the edges too. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

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What Did You Think Was Gonna Happen?

Rodolfo Planes offered me this great arrangement and suggested the title of 'Professional Liars' as a starting point. I changed the title to Career Liars as it scanned better with the melody and although we didn’t discuss the subject closely we both had our own ideas who these usual suspects might be. You all may also have your own choices other than these potential ‘Comeback Kids’. 

This was first written in 2022, but has developed gradually over the last two years with Ce Mastro’s spectacular chorus harmony arrangement lifting the song to astonishing new heights, then lastly Georg’s additional sax work giving a renewed energy and power. Thanks to everyone for their valued collaboration on this. Thanks for taking the time to listen.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix - https://soundcloud.com/rplanes 
Me - Vocals and lyrics
Ce Mastro - Backing vocals and chorus vocal arrangement - https://soundcloud.com/cemastro 
Georg Boehme - Sax solo and fills - https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme

https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/career-liars

https://youtu.be/tHFD8lZXQII

 Career Liars by Rodolfo Planes and Mark J Bennett

How are you ever able to live with yourself? 
What do you really care about? 
You can cope just as long as you’re not left on the shelf, 
Hear me out. 

Are you ever conscious of the harm that you do?
 Or is all fair in love and in war?
And there is no depth that you and your crew won’t sink to. 
We’re done for.

Career liars, 
Truth deniers,
Big high flyers,
 Falsifiers.

Making all of your deals with your old cronies,
I think that is all that you’re good for. 
Nothing is ever sincere coz you’re real phoneys.
 Show them the door. 

Lying for a living, as long as we’re forgiving,
 We’ve been truly hood-winked this time for sure.
 We’re learning a lesson about the true cost of living 
Now we’re all poor.

Career liars, 
Truth deniers,
 Big high flyers, 
Falsifiers.

Career Liars - Continental Collision featuring Ce Mastro & Georg Boehme - Now Available on Bandcamp

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