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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

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

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

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

Cosmos

The meaning of losing of loved ones: knowing that they were struggling with illnesses and then hearing back the bad news was a devastated and it was grief,  pain, sorrow, at the same time, didn't seem them for the  very last time when they lost there life, so I hoped anyone can related to song it especially we love the people in our life recently they gone it breaks our heart that people no longer with us,but they remain in our hearts and memory with them.


Intro losing of love ones

 
Verse   see you was into throbbing,I never get to see them anymore,the last time I see their  faces  the next day they are gone 
                      

Pre-chorus, while shocking I hear that you’re having illness battling from life.



Chrous, losing of loved one. I did not know so deeply so sad 


Verse  sometimes that we  could not forget by them,crying from pain even though it still hurt


Per chorus  good  days to recollection from them all of you 


Chrous, losing of loved one. I did not know so deeply so sad 


Bridge  im missed them  very much i wish i could give them a give  but no


Chrous, losing of loved one. I did not know so deeply so sad 


Outro they are in  safe place now  they are watching us down


Credits


Producer: Jacob Vallen 
Composed Written By: BolodoMae

Losing Of loved Ones

Is there a future for all of humanity? Or have we passed the breaking point. Everyone is looking for light, joy, a clean and beautiful planet, etc. And to be content. Is it possible, and will we reach this beautiful shiny dream world, or are we a dying breed?

Music, Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
Right & Left Guitar; Our wonderful guitarist; David, @david-dunhamuser589535203
Lyrics & Vocals; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Vocals and harmonies; Soundcloud's most wonderful voice; Oddrun, @oddrun-eikli
And the key phrase at the end; The lovely little Finley, 7 years old. ;)

We Solve Most Things If We Talk

Summer rain finds my face, splashing through my smile
Thunder rumbles fall away, storm is phasing through
Peace of mind is on the case, misery is in denial,
Yesterday’s squally day, tomorrow’s skies are azure blue.

Dreams of history’s tension gladly start to ease
Gripping claws of lunacy finally shun the past
Seems things turned out badly for hunger and disease
Slipping towards unity, laying down the guns at last.

Call my neighbour as my friend, our meanings line as one
Colour, gods and politics accepted as they are
Mutualities to defend no conflict clouds our shining sun
Consideration and respect, a communal repertoire

Mother Mary called today
Handed me a flower stalk
Kissed my worries clean away
We solve most things if we talk.

Need as might we understand equality’s a bed of lies
Celebrate uniqueness as a cast of human thread
Day and night, hand in hand, no polity compromise
Learning from our weakness past, focused on the light ahead.

Mother Mary spoke today
Led me on a learning walk
Eased my troubles on the way
We solve most things if we talk.

Mother Mary sang today
Left me with a simple thought
The wisest heads will simply say
We solve most things if we talk.

Contented Man - We Solve Most Things If We Talk - Seagull, Oddrun, Peter & David

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

Reminiscence of Chief Joseph and the Nez Percé war 1877.
Some words about the historical background can be found here:
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Chief-Joseph

The lyrics are in part an excerpt of the original words which Chief Joseph spoke to his followers of the Nez Percé, when they finally surrendered on October 5th, 1877.


In the shadows of our fears,
We’ve shed too many tears.
Now it’s time to break free,
From the chains of enmity.

From the battles we have faced,
We’ve learned the costs of hate.
But in forgiveness we’ll find strength
To go beyond this war at end.

What he told me before
I have in my heart. 
I am tired of fighting. 
Our chiefs are dying.

Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired.
My heart is sad and sick 
From where the sun now stands
I will fight no more forever.

The storm raged hard and broke our souls
The years of war did take their toll  
The face of yours turned into grey
No saving shores in any way 

What he told me before
I have in my heart. 
I am tired of fighting. 
Our chiefs are dying.
Maybe I shall find them among the dead.
Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired.
My heart is sad and sick.
From where the sun now stands 
I will fight no more forever.

Fight No More Forever

What's My Name Again ?

Just A Breeze

Lyrics and vocals: DelhyA https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181
Instrumental: HyLGZ22

Lyrics :
Pour une fois j’avais juste envie de faire un truc différent
Peut être plus marrant:
Je veux me la jouer façon « gazelle »
Sans,comme d habitude, « gammer » de plus belle.
Je ne suis pas la reine de la prose ni celle du slam
Mais j aimerais juste poser mes idées là.

J envie tous ceux qui ont des choses à dire
Qui ont tant de facilités à écrire le fond de leurs pensées…délavées ou exaltées.
Les miennes ont bien du Mal à se poser sur une feuille de papier
que je parte à l’aventure un dimanche
Ou à l Aube d une semaine pourtant pleine de belles promesses.
j en ai bien des soucis moi aussi
Mais Leur mise en mot est difficile.
Il est plus simple parfois de s’ allonger de ne rien faire que de les coucher sur du papier.
Est ce que ça sonnerait peut être mieux en anglais? C est une question que je me pose même si écrire dans cette langue m indispose…
Alors je glisse quelques mots comme ça pour faciliter ma prose…
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds « cool »,
Mais bien souvent rien de mon stylo ne coule.
Il me faudrait peut être l aide d un sorcier
Ou d un coup de baguette magique qui aiderait dame inspiration à se réveiller
Mais où vont ils bien chercher toutes leurs idées ?
Pendant que moi je me vide de toute substance… latente, redondante,ennuyante.

J envie tous ceux qui créent des chansons
Comme on fabrique des maisons
Qui en sortent des airs par million
qui osent étaler si « facilement » leur prose
Pendant que moi je ne peux rien faire à part… « getting bored ».

Tiens, je vais peut être activer la fonction dictée
En voilà une bonne idée!
Et chanter quelques da da da qui pourraient bien sonner
De quoi mettre un peu de sweet dans mes idées…

TRANSLATED:

For once I just wanted to do something different
Can be more funny:
I want to play it like a "gazelle"
Without, as usual, "gaming" more beautiful.
I am not the queen of prose or that of the slam
But I would just like to put my ideas there.
I envy all those who have things to say
Who have so much facility to write the bottom of their thoughts...washed out or exalted.
Mine have a hard time landing on a sheet of paper
That I'm going on an adventure on a Sunday
Or at the dawn of a week full of beautiful promises.
I have a lot of worries too
But their wording is difficult.
It is sometimes easier to lie down and do nothing than to lay them on paper.
Would it sound better in English? It's a question I ask myself even if writing in this language makes me unwell...
So I slip a few words like this to facilitate my prose...
It is so beautiful to be a fool and to make everything sounds "cool",
But often nothing from my pen flows.
I might need the help of a wizard
Or a magic wand that would help lady inspiration wake up
But where do they look for all their ideas?
While I empty myself of any substance... latent, redundant, boring.

I envy all those who create songs
How we make houses
Who come out of the airs by the million
Who dare to spread their prose so "easily"
While I can't do anything except... "getting bored".

Here, I may activate the dictation function
That's a good idea!
And sing some da da da that could sound well
Enough to put a little sweet in my ideas...

Du sweet dans les idées pour une suite en D

Du sweet dans les idées pour une suite en D (with DelhyA)

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

The fest!!

Has it felt when it just started,
You re going to live in pain,
You rushed to think you never died,
But now you feel no gain,
Your only hope is to remember,
Just nothing to forget,
Decide now for your appearance,
The thought that lives ahead.

Has it felt too good,
Did it really showed the pleasure,
Are you back inside in mood,
Do you hope behind your treasure,
Do you think in time to call,
Another guy to say hello,
You talk on the street alone,
In your head with people unknown.

December fests, November vests,
October ends, September is gone.
December does, November feel,
Octobers deal, Septembers throne.

Bill Barek, Christos Ragias

TASCAM DR-100

THE FEST (Lyrics on Description)

Definitions from Oxford Languages 
par·ve·nu
/ˈpärvəˌno͞o/
noun
derogatory
noun: parvenu; plural noun: parvenus; noun: parvenue; plural noun: parvenues

    a person of obscure origin who has gained wealth, influence, or celebrity.
    "the political inexperience of a parvenu"

Lyrics: Parvenu

Make way… for the parvenu…
With the mouth, the mouth of a muckspout
Driven to crapulous excess
You make it all, make it all so Nanty-narky
Then batty-fan it into a mess 
Parvenu…
You avaricious ninny-hammer  
A colourful metaphor of profanity
Is that your best shot at me? Yeah?
Once upon a crepuscular crawler
Made too many, too many a fopdoodle
No need to be such a scobberlotcher
Obsequious as a funky poodle
 
Make way…for the parvenu…Break away…from the parvenu 
Make way…for the parvenu…Break away…from the parvenu …yeah…
You avaricious ninny-hammer
You avaricious ninny-hammer
Make way for the parvenu…Make way for the parvenu
(INST)
Make way…for the parvenu…Break away…from the parvenu 
Make way…for the parvenu…Break away…from the parvenu 
Make way… (Make way)…for the parvenu

Wigmore: music, mix, production
Allen: bass, guitars, vocals, lyrics (and dictionary research into antiquated English expressions and terms)

Parvenu

Music & Lyrics: Jan Schonander

EYES WIDE OPEN

The leaves are changing
There’s a chill in the air
So many people
Walking the same path

I hope they know
I hope they see

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

I’m on another hill
I watch as they pass me by
They seem to know
They have their destination

I hope they know
I hope they see

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

Such a wondrous time
So many colors
So many lives

All joined together
Some left behind
There’ll be another day
Another day

I chose a different road
I chose a different way
And now my eyes are open
My eyes are wide open

Eyes Wide Open

Marc M : paroles et musique
Marc M : voix, guitares et programmation

Rendez-vous raté

All I Ever Wanted - Music by Midisound | Music by Delaflor | Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.k.a. REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Rock Soul Ballad | YT Video

YT VID: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D10SuVPWNZk

Cover Art Design: Photo & Graphics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Original Music Mixed & Mastered by MidiSound | Vocals, Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Final Mixing & Mastering by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA

ɅƉﺍꝚﺍɅNƠ at 2:22  · Posted 1 month ago1 month ago
It’s evident that when such talented artists, who also happen to be my friends, join forces for a collaboration, the result is bound to be as extraordinary as their imagination. The vocals, graciously contributed by Rekha, are brimming with heartfelt emotion and vibrant energy. Her voice effortlessly guides the listener through a transcendental soundscape—a beautifully crafted auditory journey brought to life by the creativity and mastery of Delaflor & Midisound. Each element of their work blends seamlessly, creating a composition that feels both otherworldly and deeply moving, a reflection of their artistic synergy and vision. Congratulations! Best regards to all of You 😘

David Dunham at 3:29  · Posted 1 month ago1 month ago
It took me a moment to connect with this song, but the energy is infectious bounding between the bass and sitar and Rekha's vocals. Superb production work in what looked to be a complex process.


Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.k.a. REKHA - IYERN [Fe] 

All I ever wanted (3X's)
Is your love, your trust, baby
All I ever wanted is your love
Da Da Da...
Your sweet love and trust
Oh Ho...Babe...
Na Na Na...
Na Na Na...Yeah Yeah
Oh Ho Ho...
Da Da Da
Na Na Na...Yeah Yeah
Oh your sweet lovin'
Babe I dream of only, only you
Oh...Yeah Oh yeah
Babe you know I love you so...
Yeah Yeah Ah Ow...
Oh Yeah Yeah....
Babe, all I ever wanted was you

All I Ever Wanted - MS & REKHA - IYERN [Fe] - M1 V2 - Thurs June 13th, 17th 2024

All I Ever Wanted

All I Ever Wanted - Music by Midisound | Music by Delaflor | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

New start after finishing SC and Spotify Album - Eccentricity so Beautiful.
This title jumped off a page and lately in the live act we've been doing some 80s songs: I think that influenced the approach here.
 
Decarbonizing Aviation
Decarbonizing Aviation
 
It’s a new concsiousness
Vapor trails gone West
Sometimes you got to make a change
To keep love on forever’s path
Your shaking trees are exhausting me
Better a sundown heart to heart
 
Decarbonizing Aviation – night swimming and seeing it spark
Decarbonizing Aviation – going steady yeah not too fast
 
Glaciers and shrinking
Habitats and mourning
Can we glide the plane back home
Gotta give up on bad bad stuff
Seven days of denial nights
I think we know that enough’s enough

Decarbonising Aviation

I Start At The End

I'll finish E-Ruizzo project with a conceptual LP album: 4 songs about 'Arctica Point'. I imagined it amid rotation axis, geographic north and magnetic pole, and I located it on dry land !! Then I draw the cover art.

This opening track tells the decision of leaving this annoying present by travelling to that magical place. The following ones tell the trip and life there.

Translated lyrics will explain it with more detail:

EXPEDICIÓN (EL MUNDO SE HACE PEQUEÑO)  /  EXPEDITION (THE WORLD GETS SMALL)

Cansado de vivir en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Tired of living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.

Cierro los párpados para no verlo,  /  I close my eyelids so as not to see it,
pero hay demasiadas cosas feas detrás de ellos.  /  but there are too many ugly things behind them.

Con los ojos cerrados veo mis recuerdos,  /  With my eyes closed I see my memories,
veo el presente que vivo y no quiero verlo.  /  I see the present I live in and I don’t want to see it.

Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Partiremos hacia donde los recuerdos se olvidan,  /  We will leave for where memories are forgotten,
donde el frío congela el dolor de la vida,  /  where cold freezes the pain of life,
donde el hielo y la nieve nos protege del hombre,  /  where ice and snow protect us from mankind,
donde el cuerpo y el alma se purifican.  /  where body and soul are purified.

Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,  /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,   /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
formemos una expedición ártica  /  let’s form an Arctic expedition

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Partiremos hacia donde el reloj no gira.  /  We’ll leave for where the clock doesn’t go round.
Partiremos hacia donde el tiempo no pasa,  /  We’ll leave for where time doesn’t go by,
al lugar donde seis meses sólo duran un día.  /  for the place where six months only last one day.

Viviendo en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.
Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Esperar no es lo único que haremos allí.  /  To wait is not the only thing we’ll do there.
Sabes que no es fácil sobrevivir,  /  You know it’s not easy to survive,
cuando no hay nada que te empuje a seguir.  /  when there’s nothing pushing you on.

ER25 PA01 RUIZZO ©1995 ®2019

Old raw jazzy piano trailer: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/unique-piano-session-2013

Expedición (El mundo se hace pequeño)

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