Très belle chanson françaises, ça sonne, c'est bien rythmique et très bien réalisé !

muy buenos arreglos vocales y combinados con rap

très belle production titre original bravo 👏

les lyrics sont excellentes. les couplets contrastent bien avec le refrain voix feminine, ca claque bien

Superbe chanson et paroles, mes amis… rien d'étonnant, c'est votre métier. Excellent travail, Philippe, Guillaume et Sylvie !

Great lyrics and rhymes especially with this wonderful rhythmic punch. Excellent post guys

Un peu de légèreté, ça ne fait de mal à personne, et moi ça m'botte, surtout à notre époque! :D  👍

Quand on a la tête comme un bloc-note et qu'en plus on est resté un enfant avec tout son imaginaire et sa folie , cela donne une chanson amusante réalisée par deux copains qui ont 112 ans à tous les deux ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔ !!! Contient des rimes en " otte et oque " pour ceux qui sont allergiques 😈
Compositeur/Musicien : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur-Mélodiste/Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
When your head's like a notepad and you're still a child with all your imagination and craziness, you get a fun song by two friends who are both 112 years old ... 😁😃
⛔ATTENTION⛔!!! Contains "otte et oque" rhymes for those who are allergic 😈
Composer/Musician: Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter/Melodist/Vocals: Guillaume DULER
Vocalist : Sylvie TIRET

Lyrics:
Dans mon bloc-note
Je dénote sans fautes
Comme un Don Quichotte
J'ai la tête qui flotte
Dans mon bloc-note
Ça funk et ça rock
Je change d'époques
Saute mouton saute !
Dans mon bloc-note
Je casse mes menottes
Je m'échappe du bloc
Les gardiens s'en moquent

Capitaine à docks
Sauve mes bébés phoques
Ma banquise part en flotte
Mon climat perd la note

Dans mon bloc-note
De bric et de broc
Pensées en bougeotte
Cerveau sans jugeotte
Dans mon bloc-note
L'araignée débloque
J'suis pas seul mon pote
On est en colloc 
Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des anecdotes
Remplies de coyotes
A l'allure glauque

Capitaine à docks
J'en perds mes dreadlocks
J'tombe dans les compotes
Je veux sortir de ma grotte

Dans mon bloc-note
Y'a des phrases idiotes
Qui sont sans culottes
Petites patriotes
Dans mon bloc-note
J'suis pas un despote
Tous les mots me bote
Même les équivoques
Dans mon bloc-note
Je suis astronaute
Un peu cosmonaute
Même taikonaute

Capitaine à docks
Ouvre moi ta porte
Ma valise en plastoc
A reçu trop de chocs

Dans mon bloc-note
Des mémos en stocks
Les yeux à la coke
Je voudrais dire STOP !

In my notepad
I write without mistakes
Like a Don Quixote
My head is floating
In my notepad
It's funk and rock
I change eras
Jump sheep jump!
In my notepad
I break my handcuffs
I escape from the block
The guards don't care

Captain to the docks
Save my baby seals
My ice floe floats away
My climate loses its note

In my notepad
Of odds and ends
Thoughts on the move
Brains without gumption
In my notepad
The spider unlocks
I'm not alone, buddy
We're roommates 
In my notepad
There are anecdotes
Filled with coyotes
With a gloomy look

Captain of the docks
I'm losing my dreadlocks
I'm falling in the compotes
I want to get out of my cave

In my notepad
There are some silly phrases
That have no panties
Little patriots
In my notepad
I'm no despot
I'm not a despot
Even equivocations
In my notepad
I'm an astronaut
A little cosmonaut
Even a taikonaut

Captain of the docks
Open your door
My plastic suitcase
Has received too many shocks

In my notepad
Memos in stock
Coke in my eyes
I'd like to say STOP!

© Philippe SEGUINARD & Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Bloc-Note 📔  (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

Gotta have a cuppa in the morning. Sometimes the second one is in a to-go cup for the road.

(This tune is downloadable.)

I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.

© 2024 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Morning Coffee To Go

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

This is an old song that was orginally called 'Flowers in Your Head'  begun in the late 70s by my dad and his friend. He completed it in the 90s and recorded it with a local band (we can't fully remember it). Having not come up with much myself lately,  I was inspired again when remembering how much I liked this, so I re-wrote it again with some different words,  and probably ruined it. 
Melody by Rob Benson (Verse, Chorus) and The Cobbled Moth (Middle 8, or whatever its called). Lyrics by The Cobbled Moth, and Hoppo (who wrote the first verse and part of second).

Cooler is slang for jail. The Song of Songs is worth a study. Beno of LCR FM is in there and the Azerbaijan link. 

Phone recording 24.12.24. 

When I'm feeling lonely and my life is dead and I feel so useless that my face is red 
And I know I can't get away 
The cooler's in my head 
The coolers in my head, the cooler's in my head no no no no oh
Well I turn the radio way down low DJ D says not to go
Back to Stockholm yeah I'm alone just like they said 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head no no no no oh
You're locked up in a teacup
Diagnoses all wrong 
Bad domain, rage in vain
For lost Song of Songs
Even though you fled
The coolers in your head cooler in your head wo oh oh oh
Where we met was Persia but the north turned red, later left turned right
The same families led 
And I know I can't get away the coolers in my head 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head No no no no oh 
Cooler in my head, Cooler in my head oh oh oh 




The Cooler's in my Head (collaboration)

■概要(Overview)
今回は歌ってみた＆アコギを活用してみました。
一年がまた始まりました。
皆様にとって2025年が良い年でありますように！

This time I tried singing and using an acoustic guitar. 
Another year has begun.
I hope 2025 will be a good year for everyone!


■歌詞
「New style of communication」

迷ったりしたとき　背中を押してくれるよ
誰にも言えないこと　ちょっと相談したくなってしまう

何でもいいこの僕を　褒めてくれ　認めてくれよ
魔法のアシスタント

「空飛ぶアザラシ」
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

(ah...迷っているなら)
(ah...使っちゃえば)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)

(プロンプトにあなたの質問を書いて下さい)
(もしくは何かを描いてと頼んでください)
(願いはかなえられるはずだ)
(ダメならもう一回)
(もしだめなら質問を変えてみれば？)


毎日は選択の　連続で溺れそうだ
たまにはひとの意見　聴いてみてもいいかもね

頑張ってる方向が　間違ってるのか？答えてよ my friend！
合っていると言ってくれ！

「不動明王とお宮」
(Your idea is very unique!)

パソコンの中にいる　心の友よ
学習しながら　高め合う　コミュニケーション

(ah...悩んでいるのなら)
(ah...話しかけてみなよ)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)


パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

一人で悩むことをやめて
新しいスタイル試して
膨大なデータの力借りて
君だけのアンサー探そうぜ


■Lyrics(Google Translate)
"New style of communication"
When I'm lost, it always pushes me forward. 
I want to consult it about things I can't tell anyone.
Anything is fine, just praise me. And acknowledge me.
Magical assistant

"Flying Seal"
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

(ah...If you're lost)
(ah...Just use it)
(ah...You're not alone)

(Write your question in the prompt)
(Or ask it to draw something)
(Your wish should come true)
(If not, try again)
(If not, why not change the question?)

Every day is a series of choices that seem to drown me
It might be good to listen to other people's opinions once in a while
Am I working hard in the wrong direction? Answer me, my friend!
Tell me it's right!

"Acala and Omiya"
(Your idea is very unique!)

My friend inside my computer
Communication that improves as we learn

(ah...If you're worried)
(ah...Try talking to it)
(ah...You're not alone)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

Stop worrying alone
Try a new style
With the help of a huge amount of data
Let's find your own answer

New style of communication

Thanks MaeDali
https://soundcloud.com/maedali?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Wait and See BY ZITOU ITOU & MAEDALI

Synth drones accompany Alto Saxophone and Tenor Recorder tracks. 

Image c/o Corrie White (Pinterest)

Liquid Air

The Pepperman - Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

Fred likes it spicy. He has been married so many times to hot women that he can only be looking for more. For his last bride, he decided to go all-in and get pepper wedding rings, which earned him the nickname "The Pepperman". Let’s hope his marriage doesn’t end up in flames.

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel 
Photography: Syrel, Venice 2019

Musical notes: Got the idea from a Dianna Krall song opening but can’t remember which one. She is proudly Canadian by the way.


The Pepperman

fusion picking road

Ring Of Light (2008)

from the start

Poetry is not an obsession but a vocation. It's a river you jump into as soon as you're called, and you spend your life floating with the current.  JIM HARRISON ( 1937 - 2016 )
La poésie n'est pas une obsession mais une vocation. C'est une rivière dans laquelle tu sautes dès qu'on t'y appelle et tu passes ta vie à flotter au gré du courant. JIM HARRISON ( 1937 - 2016 )
Tous les titres sont protégés sur MUSICSTART SACEM
All titles are protected under MUSICSTART SACEM
Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer-Arranger & Musician 🎸
Régis GAUBERT : Composer-Arranger & Musician 🎹
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter & Singer
Thanks to everyone for the listens, likes, reposts and comments ... 💙🤍💖
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Bloc-Note 📔 (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

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