Terrific sitar and mix with the other instruments to create the moving karma of the young buzzard!

Cool Track…. 🌍☮︎👍🐞🍀2024

how great is this:):):) awesome drum, vocals , and all of the instruments sound great

I'm so grateful to have worked with you, Walker! We created something awesome. Thank you!!! xoxo

You are coming into your own Roger! Sweet collab here!

This is a wonderfull piece. Amazing instruments and voice!

Avant le téléphone , internet , les femmes de soldats partis à la guerre attendaient les lettres de leurs fiancés et maris . Les enfants étaient témoins de leurs angoisses et de leurs larmes ...
Compositeur Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD Auteur Mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
La guerre c'est le bruit d'une pointe de crayon 
C'est le regard absent dans les yeux de ma mère
C'est une longue attente blanche une prison
Des mots qu'elle lisait des lettres qu'on espère

C'est le son d'un amour à la lumière dansante
C'est le goût de tous les jours , sans saveurs sans saisons
C'est apprendre qu'il y a des choses qui te manquent
Des semaines d'inquiétudes , des rides sur son front

C'est elle enveloppée dans la fumée des cigarettes
Comme dans un nuage porteur de larmes amères
Et puis c'est le silence soudain des nuits défaites
Colmatés d'espérance pour fuir le vent d'hiver 

La guerre c'est savoir qu'elle peut te dénuder
Jusqu'à la moelle d'un père qu'elle t'aura volé
Que les jours qui suivront seront jamais comblés
Que hurleront impitoyable les vents glacés

Before the telephone and the Internet, the wives of soldiers away at war waited for letters from their fiancés and husbands. Children witnessed their anguish and tears ...
Composer and arranger : Philippe SEGUINARD Author and melodist : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
War is the sound of a pencil tip 
It's the absent look in my mother's eyes
It's a long white wait in a prison
Words she read Letters we hope for

It's the sound of love in dancing light
It's the taste of every day, without flavors without seasons
It's learning that there are things you miss
Weeks of worry, wrinkles on her forehead

It's her wrapped in cigarette smoke
Like a cloud of bitter tears
And then it's the sudden silence of empty nights
Clogged with hope to escape the winter wind 

War is knowing that it can strip you bare
To the very marrow of a father stolen from you
That the days that follow will never be filled
That the icy winds will howl mercilessly

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

La guerre      TRANSLATED

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Today's jam #3 - acoustic again.
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"Zmierzch / Świt"

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track inspired by the movie Event Horizon

Plus Vite, Plus Loin, Plus Rien (Faster, Further, Nothing) (より速く、より遠く、何もない)

Why?

a collaboration with a wonderful artist #AdaDaveed 
Soar my friends SOAR !!
Sitar Roger Walker 
Vocals Ada Daveed
Keyboard Ada Daveed
Percussion Ada Daveed
Bass Guitar  Roger Walker

Powdered Mountains 

YOUNG BUZZARD by #AdaDaveed and Roger Walker .

A collaboration with one of #Ha Kékong's field recordings...1 track of mandolin doubled, with one track of Ha's doubled and the second turned into a midi track

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Mando Whispers To A Train

Tommy: bass
Scotty: guitars, adlibs
Looperman: drums

420 '23 Demo 5 (the last demo)

On a park bench sat an old man all alone
Working the daily Sudoku
I didn’t really want to bother him
I asked if I could sit and rest a minute or two

He said life’s not so simple lad
Even with the modern advances we have made
They only seem to make you lazy and dumb
The young they will not work, yet they still want paid

With a nod of my head, I was on my way
Thinking of the things this old man had to say
It’s probably something that the generations voice
Was he speaking truth or only making noise?

Do we make life difficult in the choices that we make?
Or are our journeys left to chance?
Either way it’s not so simple what we choose
We still keep going forward; to the music we dance

Instrumental Bridge

My thinking soon got the best of me
I went back to the bench but the old man was gone
He left his paper and the puzzle on the bench
I could see that every space he filled was completely wrong

It’s not so simple running the rat’s race
It’s not so simple, looking through the wall
Does it really matter if the old man’s right or wrong?
We’ll settle in our old pine box and in the ground we fall

Not So Simple

Plushed (Part 1)

various musical scratchings . solo or with the occasional friendly guest or three  . Macclesfield . get your ear goggles on !!
I LOVE TO COLLABORATE !!

AND my favourite self penned songs with THE CHINESE MARBLES  and THE ENERGY NIPPLEZ (on 'here') .. 
i wrote them in various guises , a few bands and some solo ,  .   .
 ALL SONGS AND MUSICAL WANDERINGS ARE WRITTEN BY RJ.WALKER .. 
and SITAR too !!
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YOUNG BUZZARD by #AdaDaveed and Roger Walker .

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