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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

Un homme brisé qui a tout perdu , s'en prend à toutes les religions. Leurs dieux n'ont rien fait quand il avait besoin de leur aide...
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Si c'était important
J'irais cogner vos anges
Leur faire mordre la poussière
Les trainer dans la fange
Je quitterais ce corps
Trop lourd de ses faiblesses
Je croquerais la mort
Comme une brute épaisse
Si c'était important
J'insulterais vos dieux
D'une haine rageuse
Pour voir baisser leurs yeux
Je quitterais ma terre
Trop belle pour mon amour
Et dans un dernier vers
Je passerais mon tour
Si c'était important
Je briserais vos sanctuaires
Dans un dernier blasphème
Pisserais sur leurs pierres
Je quitterais mes sens
Nu de toutes raisons
Semant la tolérance
Pour unique moisson

A broken man who has lost everything, blames all religions. Their gods did nothing when he needed their help...
Composer-arranger: Philippe SEGUINARD Songwriter: Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
If it were important
I'll punch your angels
Make them bite the dust
Drag them through the mud
I'd leave this body
Too heavy with its weaknesses
I would crunch death
Like a thick brute
If it were important
I'd insult your gods
With raging hatred
To see their eyes lowered
I'd leave my land
Too beautiful for my love
And in a last verse
I'd pass on
If it were important
I would break your sanctuaries
In one last blasphemy
Piss on their stones
I would leave my senses
Naked of all reason
Sowing tolerance
As my only harvest

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

Si c'était important    TRANSLATED

Notre vie n'est elle pas qu'un vaste mensonge dans ce que l'on a fait , ce que l'on fait et ce que l'on fera ? Où se cachent nos mensonges ?
Compositeur-Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'ai fait beaucoup de mal
Ma peau est si chaude
Abîme abyssal
Je survis en fraude
 Sculptez ma pierre tombale
Je déménage à l'aube
Dites à la brume de descendre
Dans sa plus belle robe

Where fate lies ?

Qui étrangle ce goût vivant
D'aller dans le présent
J'ai des preuves que les gens meurent
Assez de prières et de pleurs
Toutes les vies sont glissantes
Je crois qu'on ne s'aime pas.
On jette ceux qui nous détestent
On pardonne à ceux qui restent

Where fate lies ?

C'est quoi la règle du jeu
Solitaire de la mort
Des espoirs pour un peu
Je sais pas si j'ai tort
Pas même la pluie enfin
Dans des rivière perdues
Ne perd son chemin
Sa raison d'être son but

I've done a lot of damage
My skin is so hot
Abyssal abyss
I survive as a fraud
Carve my tombstone
I'm moving at dawn
Tell the mist to come down
In her best dress
Where fate lies?
That strangles this living taste
To go into the present
I've got proof that people die
Enough praying and crying
All lives are slippery
I think we don't love each other.
We throw away those who hate us
We forgive those who stay
Where fate lies?
What's the rule of the game
Solitaire of death
Hopes for a little
I don't know if I'm wrong
Not even rain at last
In lost rivers
Does not lose its way
Its purpose its goal
© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

Where fate lies  (feat Sylvie Tiret)   TRANSLATED

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

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

Pour tous ceux qui sont nostalgique du combi Volkswagen des années 70 , le fameux Bulli , et qui ont voyagé avec lui dans leur jeunesse 😃
For all those who travelled in a Volkswagen combi in their youth 

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER

J'ai roulé ma bosse 
Quand j'étais un gosse
Dans un combi couleur de l'arc en ciel
Une fenêtre sur le monde
Pour moi petite tête blonde
Avec mon père , ma mère et l'essentiel

Bulli ma maison on the road
Bulli ma maison d'évasion
Bulli ma jeunesse on the road
Bulli ma jeunesse d'horizon

J'ai traversé des frontières
Croisé des sœurs et des frères
Qui m'adoptaient en jouant simplement
Des amitiés sans ombre
Et qu'importe la langue et le nombre
Y'a de la place dans le cœur des enfants

REFRAIN

J'ai grandi sur les routes
Passé entre les gouttes
De rivières sauvages en océans
Une vie sous tous les temps
Partir où nous portaient les vents
Et s'endormir autour d'un feu de camp

REFRAIN

Je voudrais tant retrouver
Ces années de liberté
Kerouac tes pages s’effacent doucement
Mon vieux Bulli est parti
Roule t'il encore aujourd'hui
Au petit bonheur la chance comme avant !

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER Février 2024

I've lived through a lot of things
When I was a kid
In a rainbow-colored van
A window on the world
For me little blonde head
With my father, my mother and the essentials

Bulli my home on the road
Bulli my escape house
Bulli my youth on the road
Bulli my youth on the horizon

I crossed borders
Crossed paths with sisters and brothers
Who adopted me simply by playing
Friendships without shadow
And no matter the language or the number
There's room in every child's heart

CHORUS

I grew up on the road
Passed between the drops
From wild rivers to oceans
A life in all weathers
Wherever the winds took us
And fall asleep around a campfire

CHORUS

I would so much like to return
Those years of freedom
Kerouac your pages are slowly fading
My old Bulli is gone
Is it still rolling today
Just like before!

Bulli  TRANSLATED

Harmony laden lyrical acoustic rhythmic soul

Between Abstraction and Representation

You don’t know which way to stand
Is the light favorable?
Or is black now passe
I guess it’s all debatable

I’m trailing in your scent
You’re LA then New York
Ghosting like the Zephyr Train
Making sure you walk the walk
You’re caught there in between abstraction and representation
They watch you in between abstraction and representation

Though you deny you seek to impress
It’s other women for whom you get dressed
In and out of the closet you float
Strapping and weave – girdle and hose

Delaunay or Cassatt?
Hey honey bring it all back
Home . . . 

I could be jealously mad
Seeing all that attention you grab
But bedroom’s night is painting your curves
And only I will get to observe

Between Abstraction and Representation

Vocals Jo Richter and jeff gardiner

poem by Jo Richter

The timid tip of your toe won't do
Tensions tighten till you break through
 scintillating Screeds of singular hue
turtle purple, piranha blue.

The torrid tip of my tongue won't Try
to call out the creatures that boldly swim by
superpositions of fact and belief
when the riff vibrates the sea and the reef.

Cymbals bells lyres when the goddess is near
it Says as is quintillion tier
The tentative tug won't tear down the tarp
Zen scholars tend the unplugged Harp...

The Tentative Tug-- with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

JIM ANDERS _ Free

Video: Any views, likes and subs very gratefully received! :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVs0xQeBQJA
A new bossa nova tune for a summer that's slipping away too fast .......

Ordinary Daydreams

New Collaboration with the Multi-Talented Lou Osiavo ( Ian Greaves )
Please show him some love with all the brilliant work he does on Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/user-659662265
Lyrics :-
If it's working for you
Entitled to your 
Point of view
But it's not working 
For me
I would rather find the truth
No matter
What the scholars say
They don't 
Mean much these days

History
Don't reflect
And it 
Don't resonate
Brave new world
We found out
What this place
is about

If it's working for you
Entitled to your 
Point of view
But it's not working 
For me
I would rather find the truth
No matter
What the scholars say
They don't 
Mean much these days

Don't mean much these days

Lou Osiavo / winkandwoo 2024

Mean Much

Mean Much - Lou Osiavo & winkandwoo

Music, Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums: Manuel https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions
Music, Lyrics, Vocal, Synths, Organ, Drums, Mixing, Mastering: Jan Schonander

When Manuel sent me a guitar track over a year ago I fairly quickly decided to write an epilogue for Major Tom. Little did I know that I would end up taking a longish break from writing music. With infinite patience Manuel waited for me until now and to my even greater surprise this retro lyric has become almost current with the two NASA astronauts in space waiting for their return trip to Earth.



SEND ME A ROCKET
(MAJOR TOM THE EPILOGUE)

I can’t hear you 
Still I can see you
A cloudy ball in space
Nothing to keep it in place
This is my beautiful view
Nothing can make things right
I’m stuck here 
A deep longing
Hard to accept this 
This can’t be
This can’t be
My final fate

It’s been so long
It feels like you forgot me
Nobody cares about the shirts I wear 
Did you move onto something new
Cause I’m still looking at you
I’m still waiting for you

Send me some hope
Send me a rocket
Show me that you care
Send me some hope
Show me that you love me

You forgot so soon
It hurts all the time
You forgot I was a shining star
You wouldn't write enough about me
Oh, oh, I’m so sad

Send me some hope
Send me a rocket
Show me that you care
Send me some hope
Lighten your pocket
Show me that you love me
Send me some hope
Some hope

I can’t let go
I dream all the time
I wanna feel the sun and wind
I wanna go home

Stuck in my tin can
With no way out, out
Shiny and bright
Can you hear me shout, shout
I’m stuck here 
A deep longing
Hard to accept this 
Oh no, oh no
I want to go
Want to go
Want to go 
Want to go home
Go home
This can’t be
This can’t be

Send Me A Rocket

Send Me A Rocket | Major Tom The Epilogue

<< my last walk in the french quarter>>

I’m crossing Ursulines
To the park by the riverside
And the cold wind stings
And it don’t help my blues

It’s still dark outside
not another soul in sight
Then an old man comes up
“I bet I know
Where u got yo shoes”

“Well you got them on your feet!”
But then he sees my tear stained cheeks
“Son, I’ll leave you alone, you’ve got troubles on your on,
It's these women here, you know”,and then he turns around and goes

And so I continue on.
And I hear the river sing her song
It comforts me Til i believe i can be strong

into the breaking dawn
Saint Louis' spires begin to glow
It’s time to face the music 
This i know

Another Red sky at morning
and it’s too late to heed the warning
You know I never did belong
The french quarter’s not my home
here i never can be free
I know you’ll never leave


So there’s nothing left to say
I’ll just be on my way
But i will keep you in my heart Until I fade away

My last walk in the quarter

Here's a collab with the beautifully gifted https://soundcloud.com/indiiwildmoon

You can find her original track here;

https://soundcloud.com/indiiwildmoon/of-sorrow


Cover art created with https://www.canva.com/

Wildsilences & RiZLiX - Of Sorrow

A short song loosely based on a real guy I worked with in a CD/Record store. He was one of those guys who knew everything in their musical area of interest, from the most obscure to commercial. C'mon, you've met this guy!
From the album "Röckers" (2024)

Lyrics:
Are you looking for some metal?
You're gonna have to wait around for a while
Are you looking for some metal?
Yeah, you're gonna have to wait around

For record store Eric
Cause that's his section
And he's possessive about it
Record store Eric
He knows all the metal that you need
Whether it's Screamo
On Japanese Imports
Death metal blue?
Just write down what you want
On a Post-It
I swear
He's gonna call you back
He's gonna call you back

Record store Eric
He's a rock & roll cleric

Ahh, well, we don't touch anything in his section
He says
Eric: "Just keep it in the backroom."
Eric:  " I'll shelve it when I get in."

He knows all the metal bands that you want
If you want a band from the 90s
Put out one album
On Sub Atomic Records
From Reseda
His hair line's receding!
Record store Eric
Rock & Roll cleric
If you want Nu-Metal
Eric: " Why the hell would you want that?"

Record Store Eric

'for the better'

art: Gems

So, I just dropped my kids off to the ex
and drove away empty hearted
to the restaurant in town where my sweetheart works.
I felt bad because I didn't immediately say 'hi' to her when I first walked in the door
because I had to piss so fuckin' bad.
When I emerged from the washroom,
with freshly washed hands,
I worked myself to the empty side of the bar.
Along the way, Gems walked by me without a glance, despite my mediocre attempt to divert her attentions.
'Had I upset her somehow?'
is what I feared to myself as I found my way to the quieter side of the bar.
I guess I hadn't, as she was almost immediately pouring me an OV to place before me to quench my thirst to satisfy my sorrows.
But now I'm falling asleep until tomorrow. 

I played my guitar on her front porch, waiting,
as I watched the moon cross the horizon.
Smoked sativa cigarettes 
as I fucked with this guitar line 
and wrote these words 
that I am reading 
to all of you 
right now.
Everything about her is inspiring.
She's my muse. My Gems. For now. Or forever? 

I sincerely hope I don't push her away
like I've done with everything else in life.
Up to this point.
Everyone can change as I aspire to always do.
For the better.

for the better

Written 11 years ago: recalls the days when music was vinyl only and a magical retreat from disabling matters of the heart


33 RPM NIRVANA

Flattened faces pressed up against the glass
It’s well known no-one needs to ask
People talking ‘bout how I’m feeling
If they were me yes they’d be reeling
They’d need time and recuperation
But at night I take up station
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away to 33 RPM Nirvana 

She’s a stranger that’s her right to choose
Who can blame her she don’t like old news
You might say she’s one go getter
And why did she not treat me better
I admit I loved her deeply
But right now I’m kind of sleepy
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana 

I’m pulling the curtains and switching it on
Watching the tone arm lower onto my black vinyl

Drifting away now the music is my river
Not analyzing I’m seeking separation
Through the mists of time I wander
What is life I’m bound to ponder
Gonna get to shrug my shoulders
Moving on and getting bolder
Hanging around in 33 RPM Nirvana
Getting away in 33 RPM Nirvana

33 RPM Nirvana

this was going to be a disco type song, like love is in the air, but it did not sound right with a dance beat, so stripped out all of that, added a 12 str and toned down the keyboard. the vocals will prolly get a do over next week

You don’t have to smile at me when you pass me on the street
You don’t have to cross against the light so we might ‘accidentally’ meet
You don’t have to ask my friends if i still live alone
Or tell my folks you said to say hello
You don’t have to be so kind

You don’t have to come up to my table in a restaurant
And put your hand on top of mine and act so familiar while we talk
You don’t have to find any reason to spend time with me
Or send me little notes I’ll always keep
it’s gonna make me lose my mind

I’ll only fall in love
I’ll only think of you
I’ll only lie awake and wonder, if you’re thinking of me too
I’ll only act a fool
And I’ll want to marry you
It’s all cause of you
You’re too good to be true
I’ll just fall in love

Please don’t ever let me hold you close beneath the starry skies
Pde give me any reason to look deep into your eyes
And if i should ever start to wonder what my life would be
If you were always next to me  I’ll blame you, 
For making me feel this way

I'll Only Fall In Love

From the album "Röckers" (2024)

Lyrics:
Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet
Yeah, it's not the closeness
But the distance
That make people reveal themselves to you
Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet

Sitting in an airplane seat
Next to my ticketed passengers
Maybe it was the tight seating that created a false sense of intimacy
Maybe she was just covering up the silence
She told how she had been sick as a child
And how she always secretly blamed her mother.
Maybe she had taken comfort in an anonymous and friendly face
I've always been told I have an anonymous and friendly face

Primordial ooze climbed from the sea
Marauding villagers freak
A curated killing spree
Birds of prey stick together 
And so should we

Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet
They will unburden themselves to a total stranger
All their lovers
The family secrets
Anthropologists say that human beings by nature  are a trusting species
It's our shared sense of community survival
Well, I've seen a change recently
Everybody suspicious of everybody else
What have we done?
To reverse thousand of years of human evolutionary behavior?

Primordial ooze climbed from the sea
Marauding villagers freak
A curated killing spree
Birds of prey stick together 
And so should we

Strangers are the most interesting people that you'll meet.

Strangers Are The Most Interesting People That You'll Meet

i asked Stephen 

@texmex-shaman(TexMex Shaman) to add something to this already Strange Guitar-ish tune--Not one to shy away from a challenge, He delivered something appropriately and delightfully Quirkish in response much to my Delight.  So here it is Folks For Your listening pleasure--and a huge pre thank you to all those that do, and a special Thanks to Stephen for the music and the wonderful production Tweaks That took the whole production to another level--

The Pterodactyl and the Mongoose--featuring TexMex Shaman

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

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