J'aime bien le rythme, et la façon dont les mots sont placés. C'est plein de petites trouvailles, bien joué !

You are high above the endless Sea of greatness!!

Superbe morceau ! J'adore le rythme et tous ces sons de guitare. 🔥✨🎸🎸🤩

Super "Pop Funky" sensationnel instrumentation

Très bien ces paroles avec très bon vocal

Very groovy! Love the rhythm. A great sounding track!

Cooks beautifully like the young lady’s dangerously sexy silhouette. An addictive groove that you’ve captured with this one!

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D'après le film " The Man from Earth " de Richard Schenkman . On a remplacé le personnage principal par un tueur professionnel 😱 !!! 
Based on the film "The Man from Earth" by Richard Schenkman . We replaced the main character with a professional killer 😱 !!!! 

Composer : Philippe SEGUINARD 🚲
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER 🛶 

Lyrics :
Il paraît qu'il n'y a pas de sot métier
Le mien c'est tout simplement de tuer
Je suis l'meilleur dans ma catégorie
J'ai ôté la vie dans tous les pays
Je travaille pour tous les gouvernements
Les rois , les riches maffieux les présidents
Je suis très cher mais je suis efficace
Quand j'élimine je ne laisse pas de trace

Oh les scènes de crimes !

J'ai liquidé pas mal de vrais méchants
Mais comme j'assassine pour le plus offrant
Je ferme aussi les yeux des faux gentils
Car pour moi toutes les vies ont un prix

Oh les scènes de crimes !

Je frappe tel un virus sans distinction
Je n'ai pas de lois pas de religions
Je suis bien né avant toutes ces chimères
J'ai 14 000 ans et des poussières

Holocène de crime

Personne n'a jamais vu mon visage
Je suis une ombre un fantôme sans âge
Je suis un salaud dix fois millénaire
Toujours debout sur cette pauvre Terre
Pourtant je peux mourir à chaque instant
C'est pour vieillir que je mets plus de temps
Je sais que c'est très difficile à croire
Les preuves sont dans vos livres d'histoires

Holocène de crime

They say there's no such thing as a fool's job
Mine is simply to kill
I'm the best in my category
I've taken lives in every country

I work for every government
Kings, rich mafiosi, presidents
I'm very expensive but I'm efficient
When I eliminate I leave no trace

Oh the crime scenes!

I've taken out a lot of real bad guys
But since I murder for the highest bidder
I also close my eyes to false good guys
Because for me, all lives have a price

I strike like a virus without distinction
I have no laws, no religions
I was born before all these chimeras
I'm 14,000 years old and counting

Holocene of crime

No one has ever seen my face
I'm a shadow, an ageless ghost
I'm a bastard ten thousand years old
Still standing on this poor Earth

Yet I could die at any moment
It takes me longer to grow old
I know it's hard to believe
The proof is in your history books

Holocene of crime

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER 2024

Holocène De Crimes   TRANSLATED

Turbulent Times

This song is part of the official soundtrack of Descendant of the Prophet: Dreamwalker, an upcoming military science-fiction RPG by Wildguys Productions.

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The Law of the Gun (A Theme of Vengeance)

The Ticking Hand 🕰️
This one just came about creating a drum beat and playing the piano chords on top, everything else was built around it. The guitar parts were the last to be added.


Guitars used:
Yamaha Revstar Standard(P90 pickups)
Fender Precision Bass 

Plugins used:
Line 6 Helix Native used for both guitar and bass
Toontrack EZ Keys upright piano and synthwave for the arpegio sequence (the lead synth sound in the chorus was created and played on guitar)
Drums -Toontrack EZ Drummer 3

Image generated by AI

The Ticking Hand

The Night Fall

The Rose Theatre existed for only 17 years before its demolition in 1604. In the days of Shakespeare's tragedies this was surely a sad tale indeed. 
With 22 theatres in London at the end of the Tudor dynasty these bawdy wooden palaces were situated on the rough southern side of the Thames where cock fighting and bear baiting were also prevalent attractions. The remains of the Rose Theatre's foundations were discovered during recent redevelopment and are now a much heralded visitor attraction.

Track: Recorders / Soprano Sax / Flutes / Tenor Sax / Clarinet / Beats

Pic (c/o Pinterest): A re-imagining of the Rose Theatre on the south bank of the Thames (near the Globe Theatre) in cross section.

Tudor Rose Blues

The song is about perseverance through repetitive tasks by escaping deep into the mind's imagination. Back to the grind, I guess. Here is a video accompaniment with some old school animation. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TJg8QihRsM

Lyrics
When you were searchin like an Urchin you were movin
On the sea floor
 With the tides you collide while dodging all the mine
Fields close to shore
Missing all the green hoping genes give the means from the fiends
For many more
Times like these you hope for the shoulder 
Of many of us
Pushin up the boulder for days and in ways but it sways
As it must     
But crashing back down to the ground
Like  Sisyphus

Never had the change on the range by the quarter that was drawn
 in early dawn

And you sit curled in your room with  clouded doom
Metamorphosis

Grinding the Stone

... the guitars and some electronics are mine, the violin and piano is Sophie and the rhythm section and oud are Aywaze (the inspirer of my new ideas) ...

Until The End Of The World

Music: Ian Greaves [ https://soundcloud.com/ipg1 | https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1 ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]

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NEXT WE COME FOR THE CHILDREN
BUT FIRST WE SEND THE PARENTS AWAY
THIS WAS NO SNAP DECISION
THIS IS ALL PART OF OUR VISION
>
FIRST YOU TOOK AWAY OUR CHILDREN
THEN YOU TRIED TO SWALLOW US WHOLE
SENT THEM ALL AWAY TO A DISTANT COUNTRY
THAT’S WHEN WE THE PEOPLE LOST ALL SELF-CONTROL
>
EATING US AWAY EACH AND EVERY DAY
WE WANNA LASH OUT, MAKE YOU PAY
ONCE YOU’VE BROKEN THE LAW, CROSSING EVERY LINE
FIGHTING FOR OUR CHILDREN IS NO LONGER A CRIME
>
HERE TO CATCH THE DREAMERS WHO ARE DREAMING THE DREAM
FOR WE HATE HAPPY ENDINGS AND WE’RE MEANER THAN MEAN
ICE BY NAME AND VOCATION, AND ICE IN OUR BLOOD
THREAT TO NATION AND TO YOUR FREEDOM, WE ARE MISUDERSTOOD
>
WE ARE NOT HERE FOR THE PEOPLE, WE ARE NOT A FORCE FOR GOOD
WE REPRESENT THE WISHES OF A VISCIOUS REGIME
OUR GOAL TO FLOOD THE COUNTRY WITH PSYCHOTIC BIGOTRY
A RETURN TO SEGRAGATION, SOUTHERN RACIST HOSPITALITY

NEXT WE COME FOR THE CHILDREN

In another time another place
We measure our progress through our disgrace
And danced in the halls knew who we were
Escaped the race and gave it away

Now we are set and running late
Hard to believe we lived so free
Bent in the way -the branch swings
Caught in the grace of the Byzantines

Mosaic of color helps escape
The beauty of art starts taking shape
Inspiring those from under its wing
this modern world is fleeting 
remembering days of creating
Byzantine dreams run through my head
Sometimes  I live there instead
 Beautiful locks of abstract gold
Perfect icons and frescos 

Living off the dreams of the Byzantines

Dreams of the Byzantines

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)


Disciple of Pain

I wake up to the silence
To that memory of you
Entombed by bad decisions 
Crucified by your truths
I can not hear your footsteps
This change is like a chain
You were my religion
And me, I'm the disciple of pain

Now I pray for resurrection
As I choke upon my sin
The gospel of another
Has renewed your faith again
The blood, the body of our love
For you a fading stain
You were my religion
And me, I've become your disciple of pain

This sermon that I'm sharing
I'll be preaching it again and again
The hurt, the hope, the healing
The raw, the rage revealing 
Let's stand up and face it again

So if you feel a sadness
Engulf and empty you
Get off your knees and get to work
Let the hurt empower you
When you can not feel your future
It's still there but it's just changed
The end can mean beginnings
We all are disciples of pain
One time or another
We all are the disciple of pain




Disciple of Pain

Black Stones (Rehearsal)

In the previous version (https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani/gamma-o) there was excessive sound saturation. I kept only the vocal part (remixed) and redid the piano backing, aiming for a more minimalist result.

Gamma Ø: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamma_Island_(Greenland)

I think a good English translation of the original lyrics isn’t easy, but I’ll give it a try.

Lyrics [ENG / ITA]

And so we go on
along these parallel routes,
we’ll go farther
without ever moving forward,
for how much longer 
will you walk with me?

And so we sink
into this whirl of sensations,
and over us, you’ll see, 
the water will close again,
for as long as
it will still be enough for us?

And we stay like this
we’ll be fine together,
we’re already far away 
without ever having left

["Willkommen in Düsseldorf, meine Damen und Herren. 
Nach 11 Stunden und 59 Minuten sicher gelandet"].

-----

E proseguiamo così
su queste rotte parallele
andremo più lontano
senza avanzare mai
per quanto ancora
mi accompagnerai?

ed affondiamo così
in questo vortice di sensazioni
e su di noi vedrai l'acqua si richiuderà
per quanto ancora ci basterà

e rimaniamo così
staremo bene insieme
noi siamo già lontani
senza essere partiti mai

["Willkommen in Düsseldorf, meine Damen und Herren. 
Nach 11 Stunden und 59 Minuten sicher gelandet"].

------

Lyrics and music by Michele Ansani (1982). Recorded in 2018 and 2025
Posted on SoundCloud on 2025, July 3.

Gamma Ø *

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Imágenes Fugitivas En Do Mayor

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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 )
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