Original Song  - Lyrics 
A long ago beautiful ordinary day 
Captured perfectly in a photo of your smile
It’s the same sweet smile I still treasure today

Your smile your sweet sweet smile
Still brightens up my ordinary days
Your smile your sweet sweet smile
Still reminds me of how lucky I am

When the world leaves me feeling cold and used 
Your smiles calls back the real me
And I feel restored in the time I spend with you

Your smile your sweet sweet smile
Still brightens up my ordinary days
Your smile your sweet sweet smile
Still reminds me of how lucky I am

So many things grow old from seeing
But I still see you anew

Your smile your sweet sweet smile
Still brightens up my ordinary days
Your smile your sweet sweet smile
Still reminds me of how lucky I am

Luck

Lyrics & Vocals by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa-for-you

Produced by Chief Red Squirrel & Cosmic Keanu
Bass & Trumpet by Cosmic Keanu

Begin To End (FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu)

Just because.
My sincere thanks to David Dunham for his generosity in mastering my track. @david-dunhamuser589535203

Rather Strange

Forever

Recorded in 2021. remastered.  I have to have a new way to play the piano. My sister and my son are doing that. They are working out a way to bring the piano to my hospital bed. I can no longer sit up, even in my powerchair. It's too uncomfortable and hard to breathe. I don't have functioning back or abdominal muscles, and I can't lift my head off my chest unless In laying back. Only my arms and hands are semi-functioning. My thumbs are going bad. I can't pull a zipper. I won't be able to play as well and I don't know how I'll work the sustain pedal - but I'll do my best! 😊🎶🎹🎶

Light at The End of The Darkness

Cette chanson parle des nuits blanches que les accidents de la vie nous font passer . Quand notre lit devient trop petit pour ces sombres pensées et que l'on va dehors pour essayer d'oublier...
This song is about the sleepless nights that life's accidents cause us to endure. When our bed becomes too small for these dark thoughts and we go outside to try to forget...

Composer/Keyboard : Régis GAUBERT https://soundcloud.com/rob-spirit/tracks musicoman@wanadoo.fr
Arrangements/Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics/Singer : Guillaume DULER

Quand on marche la nuit
On change le décor
De ces choses que l'on fuit
Mais elles s'accrochent fort
Le jour est endormi
Les heureux rêvent encore
Quand on marche à l'ennui
On se traîne du corps
Quand on marche la nuit
Sous des lumières fanées , blessées
Faux soleils prisonniers
Notre ombre est une amie
Un peu désorientée
Et comme un chien elle nous suit
Fidèle et obligée
Si elle avait une vie
Elle resterait couchée
Quand on marche la nuit
On voit mieux les silences
On contemple les bruits
On regarde leur danse
Un instant on oublie
Notre désespérance
Que le jour que l'on fuit
Réveille nos souffrances
Quand on marche la nuit
On entend nos pensées (bis )
Elles sont comme des cris
Qu'on retient prisonniers
Et la Lune en amie
Paraît nous écouter
Peut être qu'elle luit
Pour mieux nous consoler
Quand on marche la nuit
On croise le hasard
Il nous parle de lui
Mais c'est bien notre histoire
On se voit dans sa vie
Comme dans un miroir
On connaît tout de lui
Il a notre mémoire
Quand on marche la nuit
Au rythme des pourquoi ( bis) 
Que nos pas ont suivi
Des traces d'autrefois
On laisse démuni (bis )
Quelqu'un qui pleurera
Qui marchera la nuit
Les jours où ça va pas

When we walk at night
We change the scenery
Of those things we flee from
But they cling on tightly
The day is asleep
The happy ones still dream
When we walk in boredom
We drag our bodies along
When we walk at night
Under faded, wounded lights
False suns held captive
Our shadow is a friend
A little disoriented
And like a dog, it follows us
Faithful and obliged
If it had a life
It would stay lying down
When we walk at night
We see the silences better
We contemplate the noises
We watch their dance
For a moment, we forget
Our despair
That the day we flee from
Awakens our suffering
When we walk at night
We hear our thoughts (repeat)
They are like cries
That we hold captive
And the Moon, our friend
Seems to listen to us
Perhaps it shines
To better console us
When we walk at night
We encounter chance
It tells us about itself
But it is really our story
We see ourselves in its life
As in a mirror
We know everything about it
It has our memory
When we walk at night
To the rhythm of the whys (repeat) 
That our steps have followed
Traces of the past
We leave helpless (repeat)
Someone who will cry
Who will walk at night
On days when things aren't going well

© Régis GAUBERT/Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Septembre 2025

Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/aHypdOdJb5I 

A summer rain can be associated with cleansing – just as it washes dust off the streets, it may symbolize moments of renewal and emotional release in life. It can also evoke unexpected changes that, although initially seen as obstacles, bring freshness and new perspective. Finally, its gentleness and fleeting nature may remind us of the beauty of moments worth cherishing before they pass. 

Letni deszcz może kojarzyć się z oczyszczeniem – tak jak deszcz zmywa kurz z ulic, tak w życiu może symbolizować momenty odnowy i uwolnienia od emocjonalnego ciężaru. Może też przywodzić na myśl niespodziewane zmiany, które choć początkowo wydają się przeszkodą, przynoszą świeżość i nowe spojrzenie. Wreszcie, jego delikatność i ulotność mogą przypominać o pięknie chwil, które warto doceniać, zanim przeminą. 

La lluvia de verano puede asociarse con la purificación: así como limpia el polvo de las calles, puede simbolizar momentos de renovación y liberación emocional en la vida. También puede evocar cambios inesperados que, aunque al principio parezcan obstáculos, aportan frescura y una nueva perspectiva. Por último, su suavidad y fugacidad pueden recordarnos la belleza de los momentos que vale la pena apreciar antes de que se desvanezcan.

Summer Rain

Pulsonix (2025)

a2rbeatz - go beyond pain melodic loop 169bpm (a2rbeatz x 1no)

Influenced By The Boards

want but can't have
it's not right yet
to deserve better
may be a burden

A Function Of Desire

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought! 

Light at The End of The Darkness

Sonni Quick