good work, it sound like  jazzy sound in a bar at the 90's !!!

this production is really crisp. I really love how well this was put together.

What a profound story about the monsters of life. Impressive arrangement of all the parts. Outstanding production. 🎶💛

Awesome production. Great musical arrangement!

real cool smooth chill sound, loving the jazzy poppy vibe, great vocal processing and production work, vibing!!!

I love this kind of creative music. Great production.

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

Transformation

Zeitgeist - Spirit of the times. [lyrics at the bottom]
When I was very young I wrote rock and pop songs. Finally after many years of instrumental music I returned to composing a song with the help of @Xian3 who wrote beautiful lyrics and provided a great vocal interpretation and whom I thank for his willingness and enthusiasm.
It's apparently a love song but it also speaks of existential restlessness, of fear in its double value of paralyzing or strengthening the life force.
The collaboration had only one difficult moment when, due to a linguistic misunderstanding, I misunderstood a joke and thought Xian was a Lazio team fan (I swear it's all true)... We came close to an international crisis!!! :)))
As you can listen, to make the collaboration more "thrilling" he decided to write the first part in German, which I don't speak. He assured me that the meaning is more or less similar to the second part in English... But who knows... Let's hope so! :))
[If anyone who speaks German reads anything suspicious against Roma team, please let me know, thanks.] :))))

Zeitgeist

Im toten Winkel, da haust
Ein Schatten, der mich immer wieder verfolgt
Jedes mal, wenn ich arbeiten will
Ein Seufzer des Zweifels
Fällt in mein Ohr
Das ist nicht immer unbedingt schlecht,
Doch es macht nervös,
Sieh,

Kann nicht ohne dich sein
Kann nicht ohne dich leben,
Du tiefste Angst
Kann nicht ohne dich gehen,
Du tiefste Angst

Behind the blind spot there lurks
A shadow that is always following me
Everytime i want do my work
A sweet sigh of doubt
Just drops in my ear
This is not necessarily bad,
But It bothers me,
See

I can’t live without you
I can’t live without you , now
My deepest fear
I can’t leave without you, now
My deepest fear

How i wish, you were not here
I would not shed a single tear
I would
I would

Can’t you leave without me ?
Can’t you just let me sleep in ?
My deepest fear
Would you live without me, now
My deepest fear
Would you ?
Wouldn’t you ?
Would you, please ?
Would you, please ?

Lyrics: @Xian3
Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

Zeitgeist

Zeitgeist - with Xian3

A past lover keeps showing up in my dreams and reminding me of my failures.
From my new LP " Low Profile". My best tracks from 2023. Thanks for listening!

Lyrics:
I get my melancholy straight from the IV drip
A Xanax, a red eyed flight on the sky ship
That's when you appeared
I'd been gorging myself on 
Televised violence
It's like synconized swimming
You were grinning while the plane was rapidly descending
(You smiled all the way down)
The atmosphere was colorless
Odorless
Void of all surface and all texture
I'm reveling in my psychosis
You reminded me I never finished my
Junkyard magnum opus
You still show up in my dreams

We were entering into 
An impressionist painted landscape
With a language that we just didn't understand
You reminded me that I'm a big believer
In blindly believing
And I need to start drinking in
A little bit more in what I'm seeing
We're like suburban dadaist
Coming in, out of the rain
My mind was racing
Like those 808 beats
There all the same
Well, that's the way the Goddamn wheel rolls
You headed off into the night
You never told me to change the angle of the light
You still show up in my dreams

"You never even had it even when you had it your hands"
You've got to bring it right down
To where the sideways ends in the light
I'm digging down deep
I'm digging down slow
I'm striking oil 
Or the fires down below
You still show up in my dreams

You Still Show Up In My Dreams

affectionate

Why?

Ambiguous

*Listen with Headphones

When child stars spiral out of control
with no father / mother figures to guide them
That's when these monsters have a field day

You become the passenger instead of the driver
Clinging on a sick environment thinking that's all you got
Hanging with the wrong crowd, there's no one to save you
Exploited, used and abused until you finally crash

From Rising Star to Screeching Scar
These monsters lurk in every corner 
of The Entertainment Industry!
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Look at her so full of life and smiles. The way I remembered her (past)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iguPcxkia-s

Tears in my eyes finally hearing her full story (present)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0XSbf5O1ok

More detailed info 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa6dnklf29Q
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Samples used

Kimbra / Save me (live)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRowPCl7EuQ

clodaghmusic (youtube) cover - Her's / What once was
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/jm9Llmhh38o

Remixed by LS.

Screeching Scar feat Lia & Kimbra

a softer track to repair your hearing damage by listening to my metallurgical track!

C'est Un Trou De Verdure Où Coule Une Rivière (It's a green hole where a river flows)

Marco Lucchi : samples (hyper bass flute) and tape
Henrik Meierkord : cello
idematoa : synthesizers (- Spitfire Audio - Abbey Road Orchestra: 1st Violins Professional - Legato Portamento- Spitfire Audio - Fractured Strings - 4 Celli Statements Up (Same Note)

Marco Lucchi, Henrik Meierkord & idematoa - Warum

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

*Best to use Headphones!

Main
https://soundcloud.com/user-820148039

Screeching Scar feat Lia & Kimbra

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