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that's my cue

Pocket

Deleted scenes, momentary gods, dreamless sleep
I don’t believe what’s true 
I don’t know what’s true
I just believe what I hear most often
It’s the storm that clears the noise
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
No, I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
Whispers shape worlds
Whispers shape minds
Whispers shape worlds
As the future unwinds
Lonely nights, weary world, hear the cities symphony, 
The more I walk a path the more visible it becomes
But If I don’t change direction, I may end up where I’m going
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
No, I’m not the storm 
I am the sky
It’s the storm that clears the noise
But I’m not the storm 
I am the sky

It's the Storm that Clears the Noise

Echoes of Pain - Demo

Open

More Than A Memory

When I go back to that place
The first time I saw your face
You were wearing Kelly green
Color of your favorite team
We would hang out after school
Cannonballs into the pool
We were young and still had dreams
‘Til you drowned us in the stream 

It’s been so long now
I can barely recall
Sometimes I’m not sure
It happened at all
We’re so much further
than a stone’s throw
But still I wonder 
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Two initials in a heart
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I saw your sister in July
Couldn’t look me in the eye
Said you bought a new house
Moved into it with your spouse
But I still see us in your car
Driving to our favorite bar
Belting every single song
Like we did all summer long

It’s been so long since
the last time we spoke
Most of the details
are clouded by smoke
I have recovered 
from the shock of the blow
But still I wonder
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Carved so deep into the bark
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I don’t expect you to show up on a white horse
Our story’s over, it’s run the whole course 
But I’ve always questioned, if you felt any remorse about us
I know you must…

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
And you take a look around
I know it makes you think of me
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Bet the sting of regret
Is as painful as can be
And when you walk through the park,
and you check for our mark
B and K inside a heart
like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

When you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

2025 © Golden Quill Productions, LLC.

more than a memory

Lyrics: Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia de Breij)

Als de oorlog komt, En als ik dan moet schuilen, Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt, Waar ik niet bij wil horen,Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt, Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan, Mag ik dan bij jou? En als ik iets moet zijn, Wat ik nooit geweest ben Mag ik dan bij jou?

(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het onweer komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de avond valt, En 't is mij te donker, Mag ik dan bij jou? ls de lente komt, En als ik dan verliefd ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de liefde komt, En ik weet het zeker, Mag ik dan bij jou?
(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
 
Als het einde komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als het einde komt, En als ik dan alleen ben, Mag ik dan bij jou?

Translation: When the war comes, And if I have to hide; Can I come to you then? If there is a club, That I don't want to belong to, Can I come to you then? If there is a rule, Which I cannot comply with, Can I come to you then?And if I have to be something, Which I've never been, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else? And if I have to cry; Will you dry my tears then? 
Chorus;
Because if I can be with you, You can always be with me  Come whenever you want, I'll save a room for you, When the storm comesAnd when I'm scared; Can I come to you then?
When night falls, And it's too dark for me, Can I come to you then? When spring comes, And when I'm in love, Can I come to you then? When love comes, And I'm sure, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else?And if I have to cry Will you dry my tears then?
Chorus;  Because if I can be with you,…L.
When the end comes, And when I'm scared, Can I come to you then? When the end comes
And when I'm alone Can I come to you then?

Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia De Breij)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Ensoleillée By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Nebraska.

Carry You Inside Me (Dedicated To Erika Kirk)

dear diary…
xoxo, Brooke 🤍💋

Brooke Justus is a lyricist who burst onto the music scene in June 2024. Since then, she has crafted more than 50 original songs that explore the highs and lows of life with raw honesty, poetic depth, and a touch of whimsy. From the playful romance of Dear Diary to the gut-wrenching vulnerability of Even If It’s In A Dream, her music is as diverse as the emotions that fuel it.

Each song is more than just a melody—it’s an experience, meant to be read as you listen. Hidden within the lyrics are subtle clues, layered meanings, and echoes of other songs, weaving a tapestry of stories that unfold over time. Together, they tell one larger narrative: her unfiltered emotional spectrum, captured in real time. Brooke’s lyrics aren’t just heard—they’re felt and seen, inviting listeners on a journey through love, loss, ambition, and everything in between.

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