This is a fun one - I would imagine estrogen explains the other half of the story. Just a guess :) :)  I love the oblique yet fully understandable story. I love a tale that is told that way; I get it on an instinctive level

Had to come back for another couple of plays as this has lost none of its charm. Best to you Steve

The imagery in your words is always interesting, seemingly layered with symbolism that really makes you think but you immediately get a general understanding.  Great vocal harmonies!

More awesome vocals and a lot of great hooks to make this tune pop. She seems a bit complicated...😁 Durge

one of your best, perhaps, Steve? Liked the vocal layers and the nuanced keys in the back with your percussively strummed acoustic anchoring the rhythmic lilt. Masterfully performed and recorded, Steve! gotta love the line :  A rational man would cut you dead But testosterone makes fools of the best! :)

🎸 𝗝 𝗜 𝗠 🎙

Here’s a Journey into sound...The Original track was made with Korg Gadget then I used Ableton Live for the remix. Starts off in LoFi to get the full effect but as it advances into the mix it expands into stereo. Enjoy fam!

Time Flux -2021- Remix 92 BPM

Lyrics & Vocals & Guitar Solos by ⑅



Laycromastantisoon
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Rain trine
Sobuskus ront
Rampinte
Lunfagraintiantis
Lacriantis
Latruntpisline
Weynampitrontrass
Raisian 
(Laycromastantisoon)
Laycomastantis lomislane reain 
Rompicronit x 4
(Lacomastantisoon)
Solo 1
Rontrass,lacromitron 
Rontrass,wompilnonit trancly
Andromitelontriclie x 2
Solo 2
Ramilcanitsonis,Rampiclanit zyne 
Ibiclonit rannit zonnit 
Raclon zonnit rannit zyne
Resend the instructions that you have
I await with baited breathe
We can live as host and parasite

Laycromastantisoon With ⑅

A dramatic percussion piece composed on GarageBand originally composed in January 2022. This was almost the last track of Classicalternative, but I decided Beautiful Soul would be a better alternative. Enjoy the beats!

Sabrina Corpac's Album

Revelation

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

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)

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

Video;
youtu.be/SwcXCCPwUMQ

Made in #Ableton and with the Roland D2 (groovebox)

Genres;
#Electronic
#Experimental

Colors Of Soul

A Pirates Life

There I was just standing, with my finger in my mouth
Hoping for the best, although my luck had just gone South
The 'boy stood on the burning deck' had nothing against me
It was quite a poor decision, to pursue a life at sea
The Captain came down very hard, he was not an easy man
 ' What type of ruffian pollutes the earth with such a scurvy plan' 
It was not me, who did this thing,  my clement Captain bold 
I did not shoot that man and this is definitely not my gold

I could have been so far away, so far away from here
The thought of it now fills my heart and starts a manly tear
My sweetheart she encouraged me to 'live an honest life'
But I knew for sure that I'd gone wrong when they called me Jack the Knife
 

'Lets keelhaul him',
'we'll hang him high',
'make him walk the plank'
None of which appealed to me at all, if I'm being frank
A pirates life seemed full of fun, at least it did to me
I didn't do it, I've been framed, I'm a good man honestly

A Pirate's Life

backtrack is my own work, solos were planned to be EWI solos,
but, the good old REAL sax sounds best ! ... enjoy my humble in-one-go solo !
........... photo: Martin Denuell

just blues

Dusk till Dawn callab with The Blue Room.

"Hommage"

02 La Sirena

'ABDUCTED BY ALIENS'
Written, Performed & Produced
by Andrew Borderick copyright 2010/2017/2020
Mastered by Andrew Borderick 23/08/2020
(I wrote and recorded this song in 2010 with my old Boss drum machine.
A story about my brother and his mate (Camel) alien encounter. At the time 
of this there were reports in newspapers of other people seeing whatever they saw, my brothers friend is reluctant to talk about it.)

GIVE IT UP, ABDUCTED BY ALIENS X2

YOU'RE LIVING IN THE ATMOSPHERE
IT'S TIME TO COME DOWN AND BEAT THIS FEAR
GIVE IT UP. ABDUCTED BY ALIENS

I FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE, WHAT YOUR TELLING ME
IT'S CONFLICTING TO SAY, YOU'VE BEEN TAKEN AWAY
WHAT WAS TAKEN THAT NIGHT, CAMELS UNDER THE BED
HOVERING BLUE LIGHT, AN EYE WITHOUT A HEAD

YOU'RE LIVING IN  A FANTICY
IT'S TIME TO COME DOWN AND BEAT THIS FEAR
GIVE IT UP. ABDUCTED BY ALIENS

News flash, an unidentified flying object was seen in Keon Park Melbourne Australia, Two witness's claim it hovered in the street with glowing lights and the eye chased them into the house,

THIS STORY'S BEEN TOLD  A MILLION WAYS
LITTLE FAT GREEN MEN IN THERE FLYING SHIPS
IF ALL OF MY DREAMS COULD BE LIKE THIS
THE WHOLE WORLD WOULD BE GONE, I AM THE ALIEN

YOU'RE LIVING IN THE ATMOSPHERE
IT'S TIME TO COME DOWN AND BEAT THIS FEAR
GIVE IT UP. ABDUCTED BY ALIENS

I FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE, WHAT YOUR TELLING ME
IT'S CONFLICTING TO SAY, YOU'VE BEEN TAKEN AWAY
WHAT WAS TAKEN THAT NIGHT, CAMELS UNDER THE BED
HOVERING BLUE LIGHT, AN EYE WITHOUT A HEAD

YOU'RE LIVING IN  A FANTICY
IT'S TIME TO COME DOWN AND BEAT THIS FEAR
GIVE IT UP. ABDUCTED BY ALIENS

Did you see it, no, did you see it, no, did anybody else see it, anybody,
Are you sure the TV was turned off, did anybody see it, anybody, anybody

GIVE IT UP, ABDUCTED BY ALIENS
GIVE IT UP, ABDUCTED BY ALIENS
GIVE IT UP, ABDUCTED BY ALIENS
GIVE IT UP,

Timeline

ABDUCTED BY ALIANS

ABDUCTED BY ALIENS

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

Playing live and writing & recording in Nelson New Zealand - began recording in 2004 once technology was available to make CDs using industry standard equipment at home. Radio airplay on Fresh FM and the TLC network from 2005. The track IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS was a finalist in the 2009 NZ MLT songwriting contest.  In Dec 2012  DUNEDIN SOUND reached  no. 26 on NZ on Air "The Audience" chart. In December 2015, RIP OFF THE SCAB and DREAM DESTINATION were selected by a US A&R agent for promotion to artists, In July 2017 - HIGHEST ROOM also picked up by a US agent for promotion. July 2018 DON'T YOU TURN AWAY selected by NY agent to promote to a London soul singer. August 2018 LOVE MY LIFE assigned to BuyNZ audiovisual advertising. December 2018 WHERE CIGARETTES FALL forwarded by Taxi.com to US TV music director. Latest 3 albums seek to marry singer songwriter Imagery with multi-harmony musical movement. 2024 FLOATING INTO WONDER and ECCENTRICITY SO BEAUTIFUL got airplay on a New Foundland radio station. Dec 24 FAKING IRONY and CAUGHT UP IN A WAR have have gotten a foothold in Spotify.

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