Yes the pain is real! I share it with you.  Thanks for putting this scourge into words and music :)

A match made in heaven, Peters Lyrics and Blues, Love it Man. Johnny

Clever lyrics and nice harp. Top class post.

Great lyrics. Autumn is coming - did you find a solution for all the leaves?

Giving this a fresh listen in Tony's list and blown away afresh (like the leaf) by your great blues playing.  The story line and the way you sing it is a gas as well. Love it:)

Oh yeah... loverly stuff and great script!

I wonder, have you checked to see if the leaf is there when you’re not looking?  A fine bluesy vacation for my ears, thank you my numbered friend.

Composition Philippe Guitare rythmique/Slide/Wah-Wah @user-759566380
Texte et chant Guillaume @user-759566380
Instrumentation/arrangements/mixage/masterisation @Tulipe-records

Paroles

On voudrait faire une chanson
Écolo , geek et non genrée
Qui plaise aux filles et aux garçons
Sans gluten sans vulgarités
On enfoncerait toutes ces portes
Ouvertes sur nos libertés
De Washington à Aigues-Mortes
On chanterait le poing levé

On devrait parler de Poutine
Et de sa folie des grandeurs
Qui mettent le feu dans nos vitrines
Comme une canicule en chaleur
On balancerait notre avis
Sur le changement climatique
On tordrait le cou nous aussi
A ces idées fausses et sceptiques

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire tomber un dictateur
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un jeune acteur
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A déranger les complotistes
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un vrai journaliste

On devrait faire une chanson
Sur la Covid mais sans tabous
Sur ces experts yaka fokon
Qui savaient tout sur rien surtout
On parlerait de tous ces gens
De ces héros du quotidien
Qu'un imbécile de Président
A traité comme des assassins

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire frémir les chaînes infos
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par Docteur Renaud
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A angoisser tous ces bavards
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par Mister Renard

On dézinguerait les puissants
Qui n'écoutent pas la Planète
Les oreilles bouchées par l'argent
L'cerveau au chaud dans leurs braguettes
On allumerait ces people
Qui font souffrir les dictionnaires
Qui polluent les pages de Google
Tout comme du pétrole dans la mer

Et puis on ferait un refrain
A faire peur aux capitalistes
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un communiste
Et puis on ferait un refrain
A effrayer tous les Bobos
Un peu comme une voiture sans freins
Conduite par un Populo

We'd like to make a song
Eco-friendly, geeky and gender-neutral
that appeals to both boys and girls
Gluten-free without vulgarities
We'd break down all those doors
Open to our freedoms
From Washington to Aigues-Mortes
We'd sing with raised fists

We should talk about Putin
And his delusions of grandeur
Setting fire to our windows
Like a heat wave
We'd throw our weight around
On climate change
We, too, would bend our necks
To these false and skeptical ideas

And then we'd make a chorus
To bring down a dictator
Like a car with no brakes
Driven by a young actor
And then we'd make a chorus
To upset the conspiracists
Like a car without brakes
Driven by a real journalist

We should make a song
About the Covid but without taboos
About those yaka fokon experts
Who knew everything about nothing
We'd talk about all those people
These everyday heroes
Whom an imbecile President
Treated like assassins

And then we'd make a chorus
To make the news channels quiver
Like a car without brakes
Driven by Docteur Renaud
And then we'd make a chorus
To scare the chatterboxes
Like a car without brakes
Driven by Mister Renard

We'd blast the powerful
Who don't listen to the Planet
Their ears plugged by money
Their brains warmed in their zippers
We'd light up these celebrities
Who make dictionaries suffer
Polluting the pages of Google
Like oil in the sea

And then we'd make a chorus
To scare the capitalists
Like a car without brakes
Driven by a communist
And then we'd make a chorus
To scare all the haves
Like a car without brakes
Driven by the rabble

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD / TULIPE RECORD 2022

Sans Freins ( Tulipe & Jim ) TRANSLATED

A tale from the present and from the past, a conversation between a man and his father, across distance and time. A connection, a long-ago promise made, perhaps forgotten, finally kept.

Song Finn & Phil

Hey Dad

Off the Rails (Kaerian and Laar / Muterial Open Collab)

A collaboration between 
Kaerian @https://soundcloud.com/kaerian-1
Laar @soundcloud.com/user-325797522
Muterial @soundcloud.com/muterial and his open collab: Muterial – Off-the-rails

Vocals and Lyrics: Kaerian @https://soundcloud.com/kaerian-1

Music: Laar @soundcloud.com/user-325797522 
Recorded with Squire Jaguar, Squire CV 70s Jazz Bass and Fruity Loops. Drum patterns are taken from FL FPC plugin

other "Off the rails" collabs here -> soundcloud.com/muterial/sets/off-the-rails-collaborations

Off the rails
get off the rails
you'll find much different beauty, you'll see
don't be afraid to be alone
don't be afraid to go on your own
believe me you don't need your phone
no, you need to get lost
and to get out of the frost
can you imagine a second
the world differently
can you take a decision
without someone to agree
look differently
try sometimes differently
can you be brave enough
to stand up by yourself
can you be coureagous enough
to choose for yourself
despite what may happen
follow the flowers
follow the smell
that attracts you
whatever happen
remember
you are the one
you are alone

Off the Rails (Kaerian and Laar / Muterial Open Collab)

Windy Night (All At Home)

I certainly don't need to tell you that there is, of course, a limit to human ingenuity.  Interplanetary travel, the eradication of smallpox, room temperature fusion are all very well, but as a species we will most likely always shake our heads in wonderment at the two unfathomable mysteries of the universe:  does the light really go out in the fridge when you close the door?  And how come leaves only ever blow into the garage and not back out again?

Now if I've understood the science pages right, I believe those clever folk at CERN and NASA have been working hard on the fridge door paradox (give up guys – can't be done) but even they recognise the futility of trying to crack the garage leaf blues.

I'll admit I haven't actually done this, but it is an absolute certainty that if you went to the very centre of the Nullarbor Plain, built a little garage, opened the door and looked the other way for just a second – there'd be a ruddy leaf in there.

Can't be solved.  Something to do with corridors in the space / time continuum.  

Or God, the bugger.

Drives me nuts.
_____________________________________________________________________

Leaf in My Garage Blues

Woke me up this mornin'
Blues on my mind
Lord knows I got my troubles
Of the foliage kind.
Another leaf in my garage
I ain't got room for any cars
There's a one way traffic fluid dynamic
Tell me baby, what that all about?
Them leaves a-blowin' in, 
But they don't never blowin' out.

My baby done gone left me
My blues is slidin' lower
Found herself a better guy
With a huge leaf blower.
Tragedy in my garage,
It's Autumn in my broken heart,
A one way traffic love dynamic.
Lord is this the penance, for the evil of my sin?
Leaves ain't never blowin' out, 
But forever blowin' in.
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Photo by Tommaso Pecchioli on Unsplash

Leaf In My Garage Blues

Will the lonely oak tree remember the embrance of its sisters? 
What will she fell when she shades the men who left her orphan?
Will the human being ever learn that without enviroment there is no future for humanity?
Will it then be too late?

THE TREE THAT WAS FOREST

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 03/2023.
Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

An Electro-Jazz track inspired by one of the very 
beautiful photos brought back by Julie during a recent 
trip to Thailand.
Many thanks to Julie.

Un titre Electro-Jazz inspiré d'une des très
belles photos rapportées par Julie lors d'un récent
voyage en Thaïlande.
Un grand merci à Julie.

Raise your eyes

Raise Your Eyes

Blueprint for track that became 'Sandycove Milk'.

Inspired by wondrous music by Conin, whose track 'Kitty's Wake' reminded of the rich clay of Joyce's 'Finnegan's Wake'. This track, about the opening pages of Joyce's Ulysses, borrows coffee spoons, forever those of T.S. Eliot, in an effort to add sweet milk...drawn from the milk-well of honeyed Sandycove.  The lyric speaker is, notionally, Stephen Daedalus. For practical purposes, the lyric speaker is James Joyce himself. His aim? To hit Haines for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency] before heading to France on a ferry. Whilst Haines still feels guilty (sheepish) about having fired his pistol at an imaginary cat he thought he saw in the fireplace in the Martello tower in Sandycove (now the Joyce Museum....a sacred...magical place, whose attendant Joyce scholars told me about the Haines' imaginary cat episode....it is all true...yet also dovetails eerily with the first chapter of Ulysses).

The reference to Haines having consumed Absinthe is a narrative fiction, invented to offer an explanation for his dangerous behaviour. No peer reviewed evidence capable of demonstrating Absinthe has hallucinogenic properties, exists, to my knowledge.


Lyrics

[chorus]
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar
Gotta learn me some Italian
Gonna get me a guitar

Hellenise me now
She come and go
talking bout Michelangelo
there will be time
there will be time

do I dare to eat a quiche?
I shall wear enchanted trousers
and float upon the beach

I’m still dreamin
something happened last night

Haines downed a snot-green bottle of Absinthe
started shooting at his Schrödinger's cat
in the fireplace
looks real sheepish this morning
gonna hit him for a guinea [a pre-decimal unit of currency]
and get outta here
gliding on the Emerald sea
to Paris
with Haines’ guinea in my pocket
when I’m at sea

gonna go uptown now
hitting the top deck of this here Martello
gonna watch the mailboat
glide on an Emerald sea
gonna rest my shiny elbows
on the jagged granite
just leavin the harbour

and here comes stately Buck
bearing a bowl of lather
crossed razor and mirror as well
holding the bowl aloft
and intoning...intonin

Introibo ad altare Dei
sacred chalice
sacred cross
and now I’m lookin at the sea
Thallata...sweet mother
Hellenise me
mailboat clearin the harbour
rage of Caliban inside me
cos of Haines....[firing a gun inside the Martello tower when drunk the night before, at a giant cat he imagined was sitting near the fireplace]
sweet Thallata
buttercups on the quilt
powdered musk and gauds of amber beads
calm now like the sea
there will be time
there will be time

Martello

Musings on mortality.


I hear that countdown clock ticking
Remaining time is flying by
I'm still alive and kicking
But there are dark clouds in the sky

We thought that we'd be young forever
The sun is always in the sky
Our spirits light as a feather
The rules of life do not apply

Hold on the line
Hold on the lifeline

The best part is behind us
Our race is almost run
Failing bodies remind us
Soon we'll be undone

Hold on the lin
Hold on the lifeline

Hold On The Line

Lingering Echoes – The City Centre
July 2023
Duration: 2:50
Fascinating sonic places that provoke lingering memories. 
Photo of downtown New York City  
Special thanks to John-Marc Ventimiglia @john-marc-ventimiglia for his highly valued musical input and for creating the “The City Centre ” sound library used to compose this piece.

The city centre, often busy and vibrant,  is the area of a city where commerce, entertainment, shopping, and political power are concentrated. The term is commonly used in many English-speaking countries and has direct equivalents in many other languages. However, noticeably, in the United States, the term "downtown" is commonly used to denote a city centre, and in Canada the terms "city centre" and "downtown" are used interchangeably. The first citation for "down town" or "downtown" dates to 1770, in reference to the center of Boston. Some have posited that the term "downtown" was coined in New York City, where it was in use by the 1830s to refer to the original town at the southern tip of the island of Manhattan. During the late 19th century, the term was gradually adopted by cities across the United States and Canada to refer to the historical core of the city, which was most often the same as the commercial heart of the city.  In many metropolitan areas, the city centre or downtown, is marked by a cluster of tall buildings, cultural institutions and the convergence of rail transit and bus lines. 

For soprano sax, tenor sax, baritone sax. oboe, heckelphone, clarinet, xylophone, marimba, piano, bassoon, contra bassoon, city sound samples and percussion.

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