Awesome, spacious ethereal sound and feel, great guitar riff and atmospheric synths!

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Si l'on pouvait ne pas vieillir dans cette course contre le temps et retourner à la ligne de départ ... Bref faire un faux départ .😊
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
J'ai beau marcher à contre sens
De la rotation de la Terre
Y'a rien à faire mon âge avance
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je brûle tous les calendriers
Je fête pas mes anniversaires
J'ai beau condamner les années
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

Je n'aime pas trop les lendemains
C'est aujourd'hui que je préfère
Je compte pas mes heures enfin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
Je mets des crèmes à reculer
Un peu de printemps sur l'hiver
Des mensonges sur la vérité
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

J'ai peur quand on dit « à demain ! »
Je voudrais qu'on dise «  à hier ! »
Alors j'prie pour un jour sans fin
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire
J'aimerais bien tuer le temps
Il est immortel rien à faire
Prendre le temps de temps en temps
Ça marche pas , bien au contraire

Qu'elle est loin la ligne de départ
Si on pouvait faire demi tour
Se cacher derrière quelque part
Se faire oublier pour toujours
Je voudrais être le dernier
Celui qu'est toujours en retard
Je suis pas pressé d'arriver
J'aimerai faire un faux départ

I may walk against the direction
From the rotation of the Earth
There's nothing my age can do
It doesn't work, on the contrary
I burn all the calendars
I don't celebrate my birthdays
No matter how I condemn the years
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn around
Hide behind somewhere
To be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I don't really like tomorrows
It's today that I prefer
I'm not counting my hours at last
It's not working, quite the opposite
I'm putting on creams
A little spring over winter
Lies on the truth
It doesn't work, on the contrary

It's a long way to the starting line
If we could turn back
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

I'm afraid to say "see you tomorrow".
I'd like someone to say "see you yesterday".
So I pray for a day without end
It doesn't work, quite the opposite
I'd like to kill time
It's immortal, nothing to do
Take the time once in a while
It doesn't work, on the contrary

How far away the starting line is
If we could turn around
Hide in the back somewhere
And be forgotten forever
I'd like to be the last one
The one who's always late
I'm in no hurry to arrive
I'd like to make a false start

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD 2022

Faux départ (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

Theo Bina: Music,guitars,bass,synths,drum programming,mix
Release:2024-01-25

Tunnel (Theo Bina)

Music and lyrics: Jose Miguel Millán
Vocals, backing vocals: Delhya
Guitars & bass: The Shire Bairn Project

For more The Bird Inside please check:
on.soundcloud.com/UHSf1wmW13JSX5g38

For more on DelhyA please check:
https://on.soundcloud.com/Hdsn6XhVRoax6VJdA

Nose in the showcase 
clouding the fate
 Counting the days,  
it was a long wait  
Sand in the shoes
 There was … no pain.

Kicking the stones  
To not return home  
Waiting the train  
Just To smash the coin  
Bleeding knees  
All was … a glee

Those were the days,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice
 Playing Risk
 Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams
Like a gleam

Pride in the pinball 
Watch for the thug
 Moove the machine  
Control the tilt
 Look for the way  
The green light… is on

Those were the days ,  
Those were the nights

Roll the dice  
Playing Risk  
Who’s turn is it.
So purify
 Wonder dreams  
Like a gleam

For all was the first time.
 First kiss, first broken heart  
The future didn’t exist 
But time run, run fast.

Those Were The Days (with The Bird Inside & DelhyA)

A collaboration with 4mat in which he kindly let me play some guitar over his awesome track :)

More of his work here:
https://soundcloud.com/mt-msc

Dreamscape Theories (with 4mat)

Vocal performance, Words & Music - KRUTOVA
Guitars, Bass, Keys & Drum programming - The Shire Bairn Project

My interpretation of 'Last Goodbye' by KRUTOVA

https://on.soundcloud.com/UAG5FqaG4JdG7wHBA

You can find the original and her other work here:

https://open.spotify.com/artist/2vlDHG6iLD0rWmi0JnlbKd?si=6r-GtXdtThqkloF9ja0b2A

https://music.apple.com/gb/artist/krutova/1622239362

Last Goodbye (with KRUTOVA)

билет на игрушечный поезд

letitslownow

Oligarchy

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

Back in 2024 Dan C E Kresi and myself started working on a few ideas. Being the master of slicing and splicing that he is, he took some guitar parts I recorded and twisted them into something new....
Something called... OKTOPIA

These are the first tracks to be finished with more to come later.

Our styles may be very different, but when galaxies collide, sometimes magic happens! :)

OKTOPIA Presents: Deep Dive

Beats, Synths & Samples: Dan C E Kresi
Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar & Bass: The Shire Bairn Project
Produced by The Shire Bairn Project

More from Dan here:

https://on.soundcloud.com/7OQeMYQ0zsp4dsjsdv

Colliding Galaxies

Deep Dive

The next track in our collaboration...

OKTOPIA Presents: Return & Goodbye

Beats, Synths & Samples: Dan C E Kresi
Lead Guitars: The Shire Bairn Project
Produced by Dan C E Kresi

More from Dan here:

on.soundcloud.com/7OQeMYQ0zsp4dsjsdv

Return & Goodbye

Echoes in Rust 852 Hz [Dark Nature Concept]

Noise Cathedral 852 Hz [Dark Nature Concept]

skyline

Rain Is Falling Down

A guy, some guitars and a laptop. Also one half of OKTOPIA.
Always happy to collaborate! just drop me a message or email me

https://linktr.ee/Shirebairnp

Dreamscape Theories (with 4mat)

The Shire Bairn Project

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