Great song. I’m a structural design engineer, and I suspect that if I were to go back in time I wouldn’t even be able to show them how to make metal. We’re all just tiny gears in a complex machine..

Excellent concept, words and performance. Reminds me of a modern day take on "They're Coming To Take Me Away"

You have a very british sense of humour (meant as a compliment) !

Somewhere between MC900ft Jesus, King Missile, They Might Be Giants & Laibach

Oh nice one, TFM...hope you get back to the present, lol..!!!

Relax. Even a short trip down memory lane calls for a cool head, an objective fair-minded witness, so you don't get stuck in a deadend. Best thing about a visit, besides deciding to take it easy, is finding buried treasure in the bins at the curb. Like a poet's book whose sage words advised, “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” A pleasant detour reveals lessons learned and a resolve to head back to the Highway because moments are still under construction.

Synth guitars, keyboards, pianos with reverb, and bass set to syncopated and hip hop beats at a leisurely 60 bpm. Audio of bird chirps recorded live New Year's Eve 2023.

Quote via the late, great Maya Angelou.

Memory Lane

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

Image created by me.
https://www.deviantart.com/leehon/art/Maximum-Surprise-971589627

You're Full Of Dreams

Lyrics:

Something is happening, nature unbalancing
Got to do something before it’s too late
There’s nothing that can be done to stop it, can we
All just do something and start a clean slate
The wonders we’re handling spirits are channeling
Ghosts of the past are still here today
Nothing can ever be destroyed completely
It manifests itself in some other way

Now tomorrow comes, it’s already here
Can you hear it calling?  The future is near

There will come a day where you will have to say
The things that no one would ever want to say
Nothing is guaranteed in life, not your safety
Or your happiness, or even dismay
Reach out and grab it, the life, you can have it
Don’t just sit around wasting another day
Find it in yourself to get off of the shelf
The life that you need, there is no other way

Now and for always, you are what you’re meant to be
And in this moment you are one little thing in everything

Debts are encroaching and death is approaching
The end is nearer every day that you live
But don’t let it scare you, or even impair you
In living and giving all that you can give
There’s no time like right now, and maybe somehow
We can all just do something before it’s too late
We should all be reaching for what we are preaching
And maybe some day we will control our fate

One Little Thing In Everything

Giving up your body doesn’t get you the love that you lack.

We All Fade to Black

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Slide guitar, Guitar, Keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering.
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A Foolish Heart / Video link in Description

Mody  (Music to forget...maybe he won't be forgotten afterward..!!)

I had a friend whose mechanical aptitude was nothing short of sublime 
And when it comes to the physical sciences, he was quite thoroughly versed 
Over drinks he informed me he’d built a device that could transport a person through time 
And he asked if I’d help him to test his invention by taking the risk to be first 

And of course, I agreed, I mean who wouldn’t jump at the chance to revisit the past 
To travel through time like explorers in history, way off the beaten path, way off 
Think of it, you could buy bitcoins for pennies, return with a fortune amassed 
Or you could save 6 million jews from the ovens by killing an infant named Adolph 

I got in the vehicle, strapped on a helmet and made sure that my seat belt was snug 
It smoked and it whirred and it made lots of noises and spun like a carnival ride 
My friend warned me he couldn’t gauge where’d I’d travel to due to a programming bug  
It crashed to the ground and I started inspecting myself to ensure I’d not died 

I opened the hatch and was greeted by hundreds of savages, scantily clad 
It was clearly apparent that one was the leader, I offered my hand, “how are you sir?”  
They raised up their spears in defense of their leader who asked “are you a god, good or bad?”  
I said “i am no god and I mean you no harm, I am a man from the future”.  

At first they seemed welcoming, happy to have me, they asked of the future enthused 
I told them we sit on a seat we call toilet, it carries our waste through a pipe  
That flows to a waste water treatment facility where it is cleaned and reused 
And rather than leaves we have rolls of soft paper we use when we’re done and we wipe 

I told them that we live in houses and don’t sweat in summer nor in winter shiver 
Our heat and light come from electrons, these particles floating that none of us see 
But they thought me a god making promises to them that now I would have to deliver 
And just then, their leader arose and was forcefully speaking directly to me: 

“We want the things you describe, you’re a god, there’s a way you can give us these isn’t there?”
I apologized to him, “I don’t have the knowledge I’d need to build these things for you”. 
But this explanation was not satisfactory, I was then taken as prisoner 
You will build us these lights and these toilets you speak of, we will keep you here until you do 

But I can’t invent electricity even a toilet to me seems complex 
How does the poo and pee move through the pipe for great distances, miles and miles?  
Instead of learning such things I spent all of my free time in bars hunting drunk girls for sex 
I’m just a monkey who pushes down buttons, flips switches, swipes right and turns dials 

So, If you’re given the chance to learn how the world works I suggest you perhaps do 
Don’t be like me and expend all your free time in drinking and other tomfoolery 
I don’t know their customs, I don’t hunt or fish, I’m a prisoner now they throw scraps to 
They’ve taken apart my time travel machine and wear some of the parts like it’s jewelry

TurtleFrogMan

A Modern Monkey In A Time Machine

ESCAPE the four walls of today with this heavy rhythm!
Let the madness of the bass take you away!

Keep passionately creating, chase your dreams to exhaustion!

DORMIVEGLIA

12. Down

un nouveau chill en hommage cette fois au peintre Dufy, à ce peintre que j'adore pour la liberté absolue e son trait, son goût de la couleur, la légèreté et la simplicité qui rend son univers féérique

Les Voiliers De Dufy (version Déf)

I write story songs.   Many of the stories are true.

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Topics:   Sexual fetishes, reincarnation, sleep apnea, women who don't shave, the story of January 6th 2021, COVID, drug use, pizza place robbery, weddings, divorces and funerals, cannibalism, the story of Joe Biden, transgenderism and pronouns, erectile dysfunction, the World Economic Forum, the story of the USS Indianapolis, time machines, accidents with laxatives, school yard fights, proctologists, teen moms, scientific studies, genital warts, generational divides, national divorce, peeping toms, abortion, petty theft, DIY screws and mental health, suicide etc.

A Modern Monkey In A Time Machine

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