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

collaboration Kevin Chaulier / La Gazelle 

Reine

Hello…. So who is Darwin the cat… really? I suppose just an old recluse like me. An older cat who I was tasked with cat-sitting this summer. Initially, I never saw him. Ha. Then one day, he appeared out of nowhere and we became best buds. He became talkative and encouraged me to ask him about life. I would ask him something and he would tell me all about it. So of course here’s a song about our shenanigans. A simple song. Ukulele, vox, and some finger-tapping keyboard percussion. In other news, tiny chickadees have been following me around the yard when I water, and a new generation of rabbits hang out near the small patches of red clover I planted around the yard... They stretch out and relax in the shade during the day. I laugh at them. The raccoon(s) come through late at night, and sometimes I hear them scream, which does sound weirdly unnerving. A hawk is in and about hunting the yard for small birds and whatnot. The birds in the yard, head into the spruce tree branches where the hawk cannot go. I built a small branch wall around the fire ant mound back by the compost pile, as someone keeps digging into it, maybe the coons or possibly flickers trying to get at the larvae. Now the mound is really built up as the ant colony has worked feverishly to rebuild it. That particular ant colony has been here for decades. Plenty of apples and wild plums now, so I have to be alert when going outside late at night, as maybe the bear will return in the midst of hyperphagia, to gorge on the apples. There were some deer here briefly as well. I have begun autumn chores in preparation for the long winter here and have taken to eating apples and plums from the trees, as I take a break from my chores. I could be a bear… hahahahaha. And of course, I’m getting old(er), more forgetful, and wondering what the future holds in store. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark 

Darwin And The Evolution Of Catharsis

Cast of Characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision Bass
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – synth and organ
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals, whistling, and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T model electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
This song began at the end of last summer, August of '24, when Tez sat down and composed it on his guitar. He shared it with us right away, and while everyone jumped on it immediately, it sat on the shelf for so long because we all felt we needed a singer for it. Fast forward a year, and lo and behold, we picked up Carl, who is down for whatever vocals a song needs. 
  We began construction on this by creating the rhythm section. Ken first adding his explosive drums, followed by Josh completing the rhythm section with his four string, fretted bass, which he used a plectrum to play.  JJ entered the fray next, adding his otherworldly synth and thickening organ. 
  Then it sat. And sat. And sat some more, until Carl found us, or we found him, and he was finally able to add the missing puzzle piece. He also did something that none of us had ever heard before. He added the whistling at the end, too. But before we put it to bed, Stephen added some thrilling solo work with his axe, too, also towards the end. 
  Now that it was a completed song, we asked Stephen to mix it, even though it's really Tez's song, and that honor would usually go to him. However Tez was experiencing some technical difficulty, so the honor went to Stephen, who did his always professional production work on it. 
  This is a straight rocker from Eclectic Collective, being in all of our wheelhouses. This one was all made in house, too, so it's a great representation of our rocking skills as a band. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Curing core
Great lucid lore
Ore of iron dreaming
Alluring more
Grace lucid door
Assuring new real scening

Iron dreaming
Earth's core revealing

Tick tock that hope
Dream that design
Tick tock that goal
Aspiration in mind
Love locked to luscious
Living for time
New rules got rhyme
The future is fine

Iron dreaming
Earths core revealing

We need not fists
We need no guns
Just words and wist
Dreams for daughters and sons
You get the jist
A felt future is on
We'll clear the mist
Open those fists
It's a hug and a handshake
Then let's all move on

Iron Dreaming (Eclectic Collective)

Out of Time

'strike two'

scotty: acoustic pearl export, epiphone casino, fender squire 3/4 bass. Just blowing off some steam, y'all. 

strike two

"Doing Good" by Melinda Klotz Mercer is a feel-good acoustic pop song inspired by Galatians, Chapters 6 through 9. With a heartfelt message about kindness and light, it reminds us that the more love you give, the more it grows a breezy, uplifting track perfect for mornings and peaceful drives.

Doing Good

The song was created and written by: 
J J Samuel
The production, music and vocals were by: 
J J Samuel

#Pop-Rock #AlternativeRock #BritPop #Punk-Rock #Rebellious #Frustrated  #Charismatic #Introspective #Theatrical

My song 🎶 ‘Second fiddle’ is my perception  and position in my family when it comes to my brother, he was a good big brother but he definitely got more support, love and affection. He could do no wrong in there eyes although I knew it was far from reality and he was lounging about and  being lazy, while I would help my parents, I never asked for a penny more than I was  given and I was less hassle, yet my bother could do no wrong and was always treated better. I had to work twice as hard while he had the sun given to him.  😤  it’s still the same now, he asked for something, he gets it, he gets into dept but he gets bailed out. You’d have thought his well doings would change there opinion. Nope 👎🏻 i will always be second fiddle but im used to it! So I wrote a song about it ✍️ 

I have children now and I have learnt through experience that I will not do that to my children. It doesn’t matter how many children you have or if it’s your first or second, you should always love them the same regardless and unconditionally. 🥰 my life and experience have shaped me today and it is what it is  and I can’t change that past but doesn’t make it right! 🎶😎💪🏻☺️

SECOND FIDDLE

Doctrine

When crossing the Tagus, going to Lisbon or coming back home, I can watch lots of jellyfish slowly swimming in the waters. Makes you think how easily they can be destroyed by the boats propellers...


As medusas no Tejo não entendem o seu próprio fim.
Não fogem dos barcos que por vezes as desfazem no caminho.
Navegam nadando docemente nas águas do rio
nos turvos acasos do destino.

Vou contando as que vejo,
sempre que vejo mais uma, mais uma, mais uma
e penso no tão pouco que sabem deste mundo infinito.

E nós que nascemos
cerca de um por segundo nas águas incertas do estar, 
que sabemos dos barcos que nos vão triturar?

The jellyfish in the Tagus don't understand their own end.
They don't run from the boats that sometimes destroy them along the way.
They sail, swimming gently in the river's waters
in the murky twists and turns of fate.

I count the ones I see,
every time I see one more, one more, one more
and think about how little they know of this infinite world.

And we, who are born
about one every second into the uncertain waters of being,
what do we know of the boats that will crush us?

Transtejo 2025

ASTRYPT // The Universe Is Unpredictable. 
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Rhythm Design, Artwork, Mix & Production 
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ @OESJ 
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ASTRYPT

internet boy band (very famous and cool)
Members:
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Blyde Bash
Hank Chill
Ghost Princess
pjcutoff

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