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

For My Listeners

At key moments in my life I have come across songs and other art forms - books, lyrics, poetry - that were exactly the right thing that I needed to help me through it. 

This is one of the reasons I do this work. 

I hope some listeners find some healing from this - this is for you. 

Credits:
A big thank you to Axel for approaching me for a song, and for handling this version so beautifully. 

Original Song Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Vocal Arrangement: Tam Jennifer 
Music, Production, New Chords and Musical Arrangement: Axel Menningen
https://on.soundcloud.com/T9HezDWMSEmsq2nr9

Other versions:

This song has two mixes, Axel and I decided to release one on each of our accounts. We found it hard to choose between them - but luckily we each favoured a different one(ever so slightly! - so hard to choose!), and this seemed like a great solution. 

And there is also the original Demo that I recorded in 2021.

Original:
https://soundcloud.com/teejaymusicasides/time-alone-demo-tam-jennifer?si=bd416bf47c254ae894aaf41faa22a053&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Other Mix:
https://soundcloud.com/axel-m-501052973/time-alone-feat-tam-jennifer?si=77ded4b4a88449cc98f49b512f5261cf&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Lyrics:
I worked up a sense of self,
Being all by myself,
Time alone,
No time with others.
.
Worked up a sense of self,
Growing up by myself,
Was time alone,
Without a mother.
.
And I know, and I know, and I know,
This is not forever. No.
And I know, and I know, we'll never be, together,
Again.
.
Oh I know, and I know, and I know,
Self made is clever. Oh.
But I know, oh I know, we'll never be,
Forever, again.
.
I worked up a sense of self,
Being all by myself.
Time alone,
No time with others.
.
Worked up a sense of self,
All by myself.
Cos time alone, means,
No time with others.
.
Come to me darling, oh oh.
To the place where the horizon meets up with the sun.
Run to me darling, my dear.
Drift away so we can play,
In Neverland.
.
No no no, no no, no no.
No no no, no no, no no.
.
I worked up a sense of self,
Being all by myself.
Time alone,
No time with others.
.
I worked up a sense of self,
Being all by myself.
Time alone,
Without you!
.
Don't say you love me, no oh oh oh.
Cos I see the look in your eyes and I know.
Don't say you love me no oh oh oh.
Cos I miss you more when you're next to me than when you, go.
.
Time alone, oh oh.
Time alone, oh oh.
Time alone, no time with others, no.
Time alone in Neverland.
.
© Tam Jennifer Hastings, Axel Menningen, 2024. All rights reserved.

Time Alone (with Axel Menningen, 2024)

THE BOY - ROCKS
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ROCKS

SHE WANTS ME NO MORE 
         THIS TIME IT’S FOR SURE
                          IT’S THE SONGS I SING 
                                   THEY’RE NOT SINKING IN…   NO MORE 

    I’M STUCK IN THE STRAITS
           WITH A BOAT ABOUT TO BREAK   
                         IN THE GUTTER I’LL BE  
                LOOKING FOR THE LOST PARTS OF ME 
                        THAT’S WHERE I’LL BE  
                                  WHAT WILL BE, WILL BE… 

PLEASE THROW ME A ROPE
AND PULL ME INTO PORT
A PORT THAT’S STILL WELCOMING
SOMEONE LIKE ME, SOMEONE LIKE ME…

           IT IS WHAT IT IS, WHAT WILL BE WILL BE 
                      STILL LOOKING FOR THE LOST PARTS 0F ME …

The Lost Parts of Me

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

After I had seen the movie "Out Of Rosenheim" for the third time and had read a book about a number of well-known musicians writing songs about the historical road "Route 66", I came up with my story and Stytz composed this DEMO-track on the basis of my lyrics.
The "Road Of America"  still famous as "Motherroad". Bikers always loved it and love it to the present day telling thousands of stories and adventures referring to  this legend! 
We tried to capture the unique atmosphere and flair of this adventurous trip.
       
Intro: Mother, Mother, Mother Road............
          Mother, Mother , Mother Road 
          You´re a legend I was told
          Mother, Mother, Mother Road
          A million stories on about two thousand miles
Mother Road shows her spines in the heat of the day
Rock`em bikers til they sweat and sigh
C´mon, spread your wings and you ´ll fly
On the road with no bendings mile after mile
Passing by places of great movie times
Like” Bagdad Café” in "Out Of Rosenheim"
Or "Rain Man " at the” Big 8 Motel”
The “Goldrush” ,another story to tell
     Mother, Mother, Mother Road..........
Coffee and bagels at” Dixie Truckers Home”
Get the latest talk from the" Kings Of The Road"
Take a break to relax your mind and your soul
Listening to "Johnny" Cash and "Nat King Cole"
       Mother, Mother, Mother Road....................
"Bobby Troup" and his song of everlasting fame
All those great legends far too many to name
From East to West  , you´re free to take your picks
So ” Get Your Kicks On Route 66”

     Mother, Mother, Mother Road...........................

Outro:  ... a legend never dies...

Mother Road

"Never regret yesterday. Life is in you today and you make your tomorrow."

from album " Life "
original release 2018

mix & mastering by @amin-pishehvar

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Regret

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Dog Eat Dog

Jag vill ha kaffe. ( 1997 ) Eddy Mango ( Eddy )

心を無様に曝け出せば
楽になるのかな
歩き回ってもみつからない
かがんでみれば
遠くを見れば
山から転がってきた自分だ
Rolling rolling
 Hold me in my arms so as not to let me down
 Rolling rolling
 In endless days
 There is no end
 Let's roll  year
過去現在未来正当化すれば
強くなれるだるんだか
空は最低なときだって青く
青く輝いていたろう　
朝の支度　信号待ち　
行き交う子供達
ローリングローリング
喜び落とさないよう抱き止めて
ローリングローリング
果てしない日々に
終わりはないという
転がってゆこう
Rolling rolling
 Longing sometimes pops up like a ball
 Rolling rolling
 Beautiful days more and more
 Is it ahead?  year!
電球が照らす
丸い輪郭
いくつも付けてなくても
丸い月が照らす
針葉樹が好きだっていい
Rolling rolling
 Longing sometimes pops up like a ball
 Rolling rolling
 Beautiful days more and more
 Is it ahead?
Year year!
Rolling rolling
 Longing sometimes pops up like a ball
 Rolling rolling
 Beautiful days more and more
 Is it ahead?
Year year!

Time Alone (with Axel Menningen, 2024)

Ben - Tam Jennifer