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

Lyrics by Destiny Seppä & Under The Bad Sign

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End Of Days

An experiment: 

Dark ambience surrounds the sounds

The disparate sounds and jarring changes reflect 

the increasing dissonance 

between the system and its users,

between a society and its citizens..

A Cybernetic Hypothesis: An Experiment

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

A Night of Magic

He walked the world with no socks and no shoes
Everybody be calling him the King of the Jews
He's got a whole damn church
You'd think that'd be enough
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

There's a hundred different ways
To have a little fun
But to walk the path of righteousness
There's only one
I was the favorite son until the day I wasn't
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

I get no pleasure from causing wreckage and ruin
It just happens to be the one thing I'm so good at doing

For centuries people been falling for me
Through greed, ambition, and lust
You'd think there'd be a little respect for Uncle Beelzebub
But for me they got scorn while for Him they get reborn
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

Take any ten souls together have 'em standing in a line
Take any ten souls together, eight of 'em are mine
Yet I cannot break free from this inadequacy
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up

I get no pleasure from causing perpetual doom
It just happens to be the one thing I'm so good at doing

Had a girl in Cincinatti everything was going grand
Until Jesus comes along says take my hand little lamb
I had endless weed and coke
He had endless love and hope
Things were good 'til Jesus messed it up
Everything was going well
Everything was going to hell
Things were swell 'til Jesus messed it up.

Jesus Messed It Up

Ink Spots 96 BPM

Last but not least.. the title track of the album TOX " Prince Of Darkness "; appeared on more than 15 hardrock/metal samplers worldwide and is still worth listening to.. straight HardRock Number .
Music :  W. Dannemann                 Lyrics:   Pee Gee 

Prince Of Darkness

Under the mainstreet of the big town
A system of tunnels leading us down
Flickering candles , ravenblack wall
Strange pungent odors , a magnificent hall

Take a dance with the witch..Prince Of The Darkness
Kiss the mark of the beast..Prince Of The Darkness
...welcome to the sorcery..!

Dance..dance..with the witch..dance...dance....with the witch !

Black magic circle, blood consecreation
Touching the evil sign of damnation
Lucifers servants..Festival of Hell
Black mass in London gathering for the spell

Take a dance with the witch..Prince Of The Darkness
Kiss the mark of the beast..Prince Of The Darkness
...welcome to the sorcery..!

Dance...dance...with the witch...dance..dance...............

Label: Golden Core Records / published by ZYX-Music    https://youtube/jb6GsSGtydo?feature=shared
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01 Prince Of Darkness

You say your world is upside down
You say your life is spinning round
Don't know where you are
You could be near or far

You say say the walls feel like prison bars
You might as well be living on mars
Don't know where you are
It could be near or far

Somedays you just want to sit and cry,  there ain't no reason
Other times you think that you can fly,  so high

You ask me if it's day or night
But the answers is never right
Don't know where you are
You could be near or far

I hear you coming like a leper's bell
Is it me or is it you in hell
Don't know where you are
Could be near or far

Somedays you just want to sit and cry,  there ain't no reason
Other times you think that you can fly,  so high

Instrumental

Somedays you just want to sit and cry,  there ain't no reason
Other times you think that you can fly,  so high

Outro

Don't Know Where You Are

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition 
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum 
 
This song began as one of Joe's catchy, lyrically centered songs, which he wrote on his acoustic guitar, and filled in with VST instruments. He came up with the lyrics by sharing ideas with fellow SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani, who began the thought process of a song about becoming a musician.
   Knowing that Josh is a fan of his work, Joe offered this song to him in hopes that he'd share it with the rest of the band. Of course, Josh jumped at the opportunity to work on his song, and immediately shared it with the rest of the group. 
  Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Josh was having a hard time coming up with a good bass line for it, until Ken suggested that he use the power of the 1/8 note to propel it. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen came along right after and matched Tez's energy for the guitar fills in the second half of the song. 
  It was still missing a solo in the designated spot, though, so Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo you hear in the middle. If it sounds a little mechanical, that's because he's using an arpeggiator to achieve the effect. We thought it sounded good in a song about AI, though. 
  Once all the parts were dialed in, and Joe had gotten all his vocals tuned up, we asked one of our resident pros, Stephen, to mix it for us. He did that and mastered it, too, expertly, as always.
  This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, and don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, and gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by Joe Stroffolino (and Michele Ansani):

 When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.

And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people

AI Sucks!-Eclectic Collective/Joe Stroffolino

cette ballade au piano et piano électrique est aussi une balade dans un moment béni de ma jeunesse , lorsque, avec mes copains étudiants de philo on guettait l'arrivée en export du dernier disque de folk en provenance des US, une autre Amérique , celle des grands espaces et de la liberté, si éloignée, si opposée à celle qui se suicide aujourd'hui sous nos yeux!! on sortait alors dans le campus le piano, les guitares, les tablas, et bien sur, "le pouvoir des fleurs"! C'était quelques années après 68, c'est dire si je suis vieux!!! j'espère que ma ballade le sera moins que moi...

quand on rêvait d'Amérique

Clear And Pleasant Mix
thank you for this open collab.. https://soundcloud.com/ipg1 
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/clear-and-present-vox-97-bpm-1in=ipg1/sets/vocals
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/sets/vocals
https://soundcloud.com/30gradx/lazy-dayz-with-ipg1-funky-flow-open-collab
instrumental: https://soundcloud.com/30gradx/lazy-dayz
https://soundcloud.com/30gradx/clear-and-present-with-ipg1

Lazy Dayz 2 with IPG1

Thank you so much for listening to my music, if I don’t reply immediately I do apologise. Life has a way of getting in the way of things I’d rather be doing but I do appreciate your listening and support.

Don't Know Where You Are

The Gobi Desert Canoe Club