Watch me perform this song live on GMAY's SHINEFEST www.youtube.com/live/fKb21owkOV4?…=FfrG-q582eHRw5si
This song is also the victim of my first video attempt - I have a lot to learn about making videos but you can check it out here: https://youtu.be/nTNOSvoCp1U?si=k23Rfdpvul4YtGbI
Take our time in the road
cause we ain't got nowhere to go
but only up from here after an all time low and if I thought you'd care I'd say I love you but we'll just close our eyes and let go
Leave me baby
Hold me maybe
Either way we'll learn to grow survive and find our road home and make it up from here
I'll lead the way and if you don't follow you'll still find your road home and make it up from here
Hatred breeding out of control
while blessed with what some will never know
Can't take that back after what you say when its in the past you'll regret someday and give anything to be here again
Leave me baby
Hold me maybe
Either way we'll learn to grow survive and find our road home and make it up from here
I'll lead the way and if you don't follow you'll still find your road home and make it up from here
Hold me baby you drive me crazy
I'm not going anywhere but if you want to leave you can go right now
Either way we'll learn to grow survive and find our road home and make it up from here
I'll lead the way and if you don't follow you'll still find your road home and make it up from here
Mastered by Woods Studio Free Mixing and Mastering: https://soundcloud.com/woods_studio       
All of the music on this song performed on Roland Jupiter 80 - endorsement please.

8/11/23

Up From Here

This is a recording of a large earth mover "Cat" that is taking a house down behind ours. Quite exciting and three local birds and hummingbirds are very nervous so I decided to record this clip. After 20 years, we  just gained quite an extensive view of the entire Los Angeles skyline. We also lost a large 40 foot tree that housed many of our local birds. They seem to be  Working through it. Funny how things like that work.

Not Particularly Conover

Life With No Remand

This is the second to last track of Fluff's third album 'Down the Rabbit Hole'. https://open.spotify.com/album/4Iq21rBQvgXesED9Hv8GEc

We distract ourselves with meaningless noise, money and a selfish desire for 'me'. We don't realise how the skeletons in our closets, the hate and separation we breed and nurture, slowly erodes togetherness, fairness and community, while at the same time builds up to a big explosion, which probably none of us will get out of alive.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Rusty Emergency

13 Rusty Emergency

" THE CALL " MANIC

no espero mas

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

All rights reserved December 5, 2023
Music composed and performed by Todd Brown

Life, drives you to the ground
Kicks you when you’re down
Wants to wear your crown

Love, comes as no surprise
Right before your eyes
With truth instead of lies

Stop explaining
Days are waning
Then you realize
That it’s your time to fly

We have travelled through this life 
Through the tears and strife
To the other side

Dreams, elude us when we sleep
And rivers run so deep
The secrets they will keep

Lives are taken
Plans, forsaken
Then you realize
That it’s your time to fly..

It may be we’ll never understand
Building castles in the sea and sand…

Love, comes as a surprise
Right between the eyes

For the Love of Life

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白昼夢

Frans Beelaard Recorded in Modesto, Ca. Steve Roy Bass, Drummondville, Canada. Sergio Parraga, Congas, Bongos , Bells. Spain.  Featuring Alto Saxophone solo, Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano solo. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Acoustic Bass. Steinway Acoustic Piano Rhythm. String Quartet, Violin, Viola, Cello, Bowed Contra Acoustic Bass. Trap Drum set. Percussion Congas, Bongos, Bells, Cowbell, Tambourine, Zildjan 22" Crash & ride  Cymbals.

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