Name: Hello Brother (wot do you see) by Will Russell in Copy of Que saudade Odessa
Duration: 2 min 39 s
Description: A song written by a good friend of mine. He asked me to sing it as he needed to distance himself from it.

@user-936947521 thank you, really means a lot!

made me think of Fleetwood Mac in a good way

Amazing! I can feel the spirit of Pink Floyd here.

Nice song and amazing voice!I repost it...:-)

cool song with good vibes and vocals 👍

Copy of Que saudade Odessa

Quand les contraires s'attirent ...

Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics :
J'préfère de loin quand on est proche
Quand loin des yeux t'es dans ma poche
J'te partage pas je sais c'est moche
Et tu m'reproches que je m'accroche
J'préfère encore plus que jamais
Quand tu m'dis oui mais y'a un mais
En avril tu fais ce qu'il te plait
C'est ta manière de m'aimer

Tu es mon antonyme mon ivresse contraire
Une idylle qui rime comme des paroles en l'air
J'suis pas ton synonyme c'est plutôt le contraire
Mais même s'il est minime notre amour est sincère

J'préfère peut-être évidemment
Que tu oublies ta vie d'avant
Ta vie d'eau fraiche ta vie d'amant
Ça m'parais quand même évident
J'préfère d'ailleurs quand t'es ici
 Tout contre mon cœur endormis
Je laisse tous tes rêves pour lui
Je prend les jours j'lui laisse les nuits

Tu es mon antonyme mon ivresse contraire
Une idylle qui rime comme des paroles en l'air
J'suis pas ton synonyme c'est plutôt le contraire
Mais même s'il est minime notre amour est sincère

J'préfère quand même c'est pas pareil
Quand je suis ton unique soleil
Le seul qui t'susurre à l'oreille
Comme des messages dans des bouteilles

Tu es mon antonyme mon ivresse contraire
Une idylle qui rime comme des paroles en l'air
J'suis pas ton synonyme c'est plutôt le contraire
Mais même s'il est minime notre amour est sincère

I like it better when we're close
When out of sight you're in my pocket
I don't share you I know it's ugly
And you blame me for hanging on
I prefer even more than ever
When you tell me yes but there's a but
In April you do as you please
It's your way of loving me
You're my antonym my intoxicating opposite
An idyll that rhymes like words in the air
I'm not your synonym it's rather the opposite
But even if it's minimal our love is sincere
Maybe I'd rather
That you forget your former life
Your life of fresh water your life of lover
It seems obvious to me
I prefer it when you're here
Close to my sleeping heart
I leave all your dreams for him
I take the days and leave the nights to him
You're my antonym my intoxicating opposite
An idyll that rhymes like words in the air
I'm not your synonym it's rather the opposite
But even if it's minimal our love is sincere
I still prefer it's not the same
When I'm your only sun
The only one who whispers in your ear
Like messages in bottles
You're my antonym my intoxicating opposite
An idyll that rhymes like words in the air
I'm not your synonym it's rather the opposite
But even if it's minimal our love is sincere
© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

Antonyme   TRANSLATED

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round the sonic hearth, for we're about to embark on a musical expedition that will tantalize your auditory senses and transport you to a realm where sound becomes a time machine. This is more than just a track; it's a sonic journey through the ages, a gastronomic feast for the ears.

Our melody is a guitar-based masterpiece, a siren's call that beckons you into the unknown. Picture not one, but two guitars, their parts doubling and intertwining like old lovers meeting after a long separation. It's a dance of strings that paints intricate patterns across your mind.

But here's where it gets truly mesmerizing – angular harmonic ideas that twist and turn like a serpent through the musical landscape. The harmonies defy convention, leading you down a labyrinthine path of sonic exploration. Your ears won't believe what they're hearing.

And then, the deep bass arrives, a rumbling undercurrent that resonates within your very core. It's the heartbeat of this composition, a primal force that anchors you to the ancient soil of the Sierra Norte here in Mexico.

Ah, but we're not done yet. The piano steps in, its keys a portal to nostalgia. It weaves a melancholic tale that tugs at your heartstrings, like the echoes of a long-lost memory.

Now, let's talk about the feel of the ancients. This isn't just music; it's a spiritual journey. It's as if the ghosts of the Sierra Norte have found a way to communicate through sound. Close your eyes, and you can almost see them, the indigenous people who once roamed these lands, leaving their indelible mark on the very air we breathe.

As the notes swirl and dance, you'll find yourself ensnared in elusions of psychedelic experiences, like a shamanic ritual conducted by ancient gods, their names long forgotten but their presence still lingering in the hidden corners of our minds.

But don't be fooled, for there's a hint of the creepy, a shadowy figure that lurks just out of sight. It's the yin to the composition's yang, a reminder that even in the most awe-inspiring moments, there is a touch of darkness.

This composition is a testament to the Sierra Norte, a place where every tree tells a story, and every rock whispers the secrets of time. It's inspired by the walks in these woods, the people who call this place home, and the ancient souls who once walked this hallowed ground.

So, my friends, prepare to be transported to a world where music becomes a portal to history, where the past and present collide in a symphony of emotions. It's a feast for the ears, a journey for the soul, and an experience you won't soon forget. Bon appétit, or should I say, buen provecho! 🎸🌲🎶 

#SonicExpedition #SierraNorteSoundscapes #MusicalFeast #AncientWhispers

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A song written by a good friend of mine. He asked me to sing it as he needed to distance himself from it.  

Hello Brother (wot do you see)

Vidéo réalisée par  Muette : https://youtu.be/vLZYgKfl-sc

La femme que j'aime    (Translated after the French text )
Texte :                  Chépa
Vidéo et chant:    Muette
Musique  :             Alain Illos

La femme que j’aime
Dort à côté de moi
Il n’y a pas de problème
Mais elle ne m’aime pas
La femme que j’aime
Dort à côté de moi
Et ses rêves la promènent
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Déjeune en face de moi
Au petit matin blême
Le silence et le froid
La femme que j’aime
Déjeune en face de moi
Et ses pensées l’emmènent
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Va au travail sans moi
Me laisse à mes poèmes
Elle, trime pour l’état
La femme que j’aime
Va au travail sans moi
Et son chemin la mène
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Quitte son boulot déjà
Elle est toute légère
Elle sourit même je crois
La femme que j’aime
Quitte son boulot déjà
Et son élan l’entraîne
Vers un autre que moi
La femme que j’aime
Rentre le soir chez moi
Se plaint d’une migraine
D’un rhume ou du froid
La femme que j’aime
Rentre le soir chez moi
Éprise d’une étreinte
D’un autre homme que moi
La femme que j’aime
Est partie il y a un mois
Me laissant son empreinte
Son odeur dans les draps
La femme que j’aime
Est partie il y a un mois
Et depuis mes poèmes
Ne parlent que de toi

The woman I love

The woman I love
Sleeps beside me
There is no problem
But she doesn't love me
The woman I love
Sleeps beside me
And her dreams take her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Has lunch in front of me
In the early morning
Silence and cold
The woman I love
Has breakfast in front of me
And her thoughts take her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Goes to work without me
Leaves me to my poems
She toils for the state
The woman I love
Goes to work without me
And her path leads her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Leaving work already
She's so light
She's even smiling I think
The woman I love
Leaving work already
And her momentum carries her
To someone other than me
The woman I love
Comes home in the evening
Complains of a headache
A cold or the cold
The woman I love
Comes home in the evening
In love with an embrace
Of a man other than myself
The woman I love
Left a month ago
Leaving her mark on me
Her scent in the sheets
The woman I love
Left a month ago
And since then my poems
Speak only of you

La femme que j’aime  avec Muette

билет на игрушечный поезд

I've started posting a few tracks that feature isolated instruments on previously uploaded songs, just for fun. On this one, I've done a bit of a short remix to highlight the nasty harmonica solo at the end of one of my fave songs I collaborated on with the charming & talented Eclectic Collective gang. It was the first time I'd tried playing that style with the heavy echo/reverb effect, and I was surprised how it turned out. 
Here's a link to the original full song, featuring wicked solo turns by several members of the group:

https://on.soundcloud.com/NcZz44EUFyChiR4LA

More goodies in the "ISOLATED TRACKS" playlist:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/sets/isolated-tracks
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image created using a mix of ChatGPT AI and Photoshop

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A short tune with a seasonal vibe. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

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As a producer when I was asked to mix and produces this track.. I thought 'Hell Yeah', hadn't heard it for decades..... had no idea it had been used for just about everything over the that few years...

Brand New Key

You know I miss the music of the Mamas & the Papas 
And the holes in my blue jeans.
‘Cause who else but a flower child could listen to Donovan and 
Tell you what it means?
The Byrds, they took you flying, took you 8 miles high, 
Then they’d lightly settle down.
And there’s no satisfying the Rolling Stones and their 19th Nervous Breakdown.

The Beatles tried to tell you all you needed was love if you’d  
Just peace a chance.
And all across the country they were feeling so good when they
Hit the streets to dance.
Listen to the message of the Lovin’ Spoonful, ‘cause you  know it is for free.
What a day for a daydream, and a daydream’s still good enough for me.

The music’s gonna take you where you’ve never been before.
Gonna take you to the edge and open up the door.

Crosby, Still, Nash and Young were teaching all their children you should
Know your parents well.
And Dylan had us seeing all the multiples of reasons we should
Ring the freedom bell.
The Band was hypnotizing,Joni Mitchell fantasizing 
‘bout the Woodstock of our youth.
If the radio would play it, they felt the need to say it, 
‘cause we all should hear the truth.

The music’s gonna take you where you’ve never been before.
Gonna take you to the edge and open up the door.

My friends, they tell me, “Scott, you’re living in the past 
And there’s just no future there.
Nostalgia is fine, but it will never last, music won’t take you anywhere.
I look at them with a tear in my eye, and I tell them they are wrong.
I’ve been twice around the world and I never left - never left my song.
Whoa, listen to the music. All the time


Music

Hiding from the outside 
Hiding from the outside
Keep it cool
I can’t keep it cool
Feel alright but deep inside I am back in middle school
Never knew
Oh I never knew 
I never knew
Passing through
No I’m just passing through
I am passing through 
I’ll go far…
I’ll piece myself together again
Curtains will open it’s the final act 
The cuts are all starting to feel like a jab 
Your eyes were closed when I tried to react
Overruled 
The decision incision’s overruled
I’ll survive without any rules 
Lied to you
I lied to you
I never told the truth 
Never knewww
No you never knew 
I thought that you had a clue and so
I’ll go far…
I’ll piece myself together again
Curtains will open it’s the final act 
The cuts are all starting to feel like a jab 
Your eyes were closed when I tried to react
Different rooms 
We are in different rooms
But the stars remain the same
Hiding from the outside 
Hiding from the outside

Remembering the Christmas village my father made.

Handmade Christmas

Singer/Songwriter based in Bucks. Song that are all inspired by the life that surrounds me. I've been writing and playing my own songs for many a year now. I've recorded 3 Albums and over a short time I hope to share them with you. Eash song has a deep meaning for me, I would feel humbled if anyone felt a meaning for themselves.

Hello Brother (wot do you see)

Will Russell

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