Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

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Suleiman the Magnificent was the ruler of the Ottoman Empire in the 16th century. He was a conqueror, artist, poet, and lawgiver. 

This piece wanders back and forth between 4/4 and 6/8 a few times.

Suleiman The Magnificent

OUT THERE Soundtrack

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OUT THERE

Remembering Jill.

Music- Finn Eces  
Doina-All Violins
Finn Eces-Guitars, octave mandolin, tenor banjo and tin whistles
Mixed by Finn & Doina

For all my cancer & chemo comrades in Limerick University Hospital and for Pat.

I started this piece a few years ago, and Doina was kind enough to write some beautiful violin parts for what is quite a simple chord progression really. I didn’t have lyrics and life events overtook writing music. I picked it up recently wanting to mark that life event, and an upcoming crossroad. 

More fantastic work from Doina here https://on.soundcloud.com/nnwFWWwW9ofaPd3z6

Come Sunshine Come Rain

DREAM ON !

good morning, honey

Villain within my mind
Stirring the pot
Villain, trouble come
Spoil the fun

Blindside will knock me off
This treacherous game
When I’m gone
Real fun, it’s only begun

We can plan it out to run
Run it out
Only plan that’s sure to make it 
To fruition, distant in the mirror

Weight up there, torch I carry
All I’ve lost
Destruction left
Along the path I take

We can plan it out to run
Run it out
Only plan that’s sure to make it 
To fruition, distant in the mirror

Slipping through my hand
Million dollars blowing across the beach

We can plan it out to run
Run it out
Only plan that’s sure to make it 
To fruition, distant in the mirror

Slipping through my hand
Million dollars blowing across the beach


Alliances And Plots

I read many years ago that some individuals with psychomotor epilepsy could get strong feelings of certainty or truth during seizures, sometimes described as mystical or religious experiences. It was reported that they could be accompanied by feelings of clarity, heightened awareness, and a sense of unity with the world. Tatiana brought to my attention that Dostoievsky went through that kind of experiences and used them in his novel The Idiot. Here I tried to sing the misfortunes of someone going through those altered states of consciousness while eating in a restaurant. 

*** Epilepsia Psicomotora ***

Senti um relâmpago a estoirar no meu cérebro,
e as vagas de infinitos oceanos ergueram-se alterosas,
e desfizeram-se em lágrimas nos meus olhos deslumbrados.
E no clarão perfeito, que logo se extinguiu,
eu vi a razão, o antes, o depois, o círculo eterno.
Por isso agora eu sei, tão certo quanto eu vivo,
que a ele nada se compara, para ele tudo converge,
e nele tudo se resume e se explica:
O bitoque especial da cantina dos trabalhadores do comércio.

I felt a lightning bolt crack in my brain,
and the waves of infinite oceans rose up gigantic,
and broke as tears in my dazzled eyes.
And in the perfect gleam, which soon died away,
I saw the reason, the before, the after, the eternal circle.
So now I know, as sure as I live,
that nothing compares to it, everything converges to it,
and in it everything is summarized and explained:
The special steak from the shopkeepers' canteen.

Epilepsia Psicomotora

Storm Coming

Keep smiling through the storm
I believe you'll find tomorrow
You're not here, but who's to blame?
But tonight remember me

Remember me

So talk to me because I love you
A fire which never dies
Talk to me me whenever you're lonely
I'd stay with you tonight

Talk to me of strangers' faces
The empty clouds of dawn
Talk to me forever
Talk to me alone

Remember me

Talk to me when I need you
And why you let me go
Talk to me of how I loved you
These hours pass so slow

Remember me because it hurts to
A pain you've never shown
Remember me forever
Remember me alone

Remember me (x4)



Remember Me

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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Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

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