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

CLOUDS AND RIPPLES  from Echoes From A Distant Past

Friends,

On behalf of my son Jeffrey Husted and myself we present a song called:
93 Million Miles. Jeff is the featured vocalist. He is my all-time favorite rock/pop star; Thank You Jeff! I Love You.

The lyrics were written well over a year ago but several lines in separate verses are resonating with me with greater charge today given the state of our world.

"You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid"

"…I know it ain't been easy 
To be that change, to be that peace today"

 "Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning"
 

The phrase “Close your eyes and see” is reflected in my original lyrics as the final line but not sung in the final mix of the song. You will have to imagine them.

Please subscribe to my YouTube Channel and follow my Artist Profile on Spotify and Facebook just because because!!
David Husted Music Youtube Channel
David Husted Music Spotify Artist Profile
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Thank You Again for giving this song a spin!
May there be a sweet sunrise in the morning 
Close your eyes and see.

I continue to love creating music and I continue to be honored that you share a bit of your time with me.Thank You.

Sincerely
Dave
davidhusted.com

Full Lyrics
93 Million Miles  
David Husted  
Feat. Jeffrey Husted
 

You could just turn-away and let them have their way
Tell us all the reasons why it's too late
Fall into that rage
A burning star of pain 
and you may believe your crazy
You're not alone, we're all afraid

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Can you take me to that refuge that feel's like a mother's grace
Can you burn away the madness in the light of day
Can you take me too that place?
I know it ain't been easy  
To be that change, to be that peace today  

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

Stand-up; gotta Stand-up
they'll be a sweet sunrise in the morning  
Close your eyes and see

That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home
That heat, 93 million miles
That peace, come on home

93 Million Miles

Y tú no estás aquí

MELOMANIAC

Composed in 2017.

Remastered in April 2025.

The people I follow know that sooner or later I'll visit their SC page to listen to their compositions. It's a ritual I do 4-5 times a year. And when I say listen... I mean really listen.

I do it because I like certain styles. Other times it's the technique. Other times it's the composition. Other times... simply to learn.
The truth is that music, as an element of communication, tells me a lot about the creator's intention, how it interprets certain themes, and even conveys a certain profile of the composer himself.

It's hard to explain, but it's as I say.

This composition is introspective and brings together some of my favorite styles, such as melodic, rock, and electronic.

I named it this because it corresponds to a period when my listening became more pronounced and I didn't have anyone to listen to me at the time.

It's certainly a strange composition, especially because of certain percussion sections (understood as self-criticism).

I will be grateful for your comments, as always.

Thank you for your time.

Paco

MELOMANIAC

21 tracks, MS2 native instruments and Forun Xewton
4 tracks, KV331 Synthmaster
DAW
Music Studio 2
Hardware
iPad
Mixer
My car perfectly parked.
Photo: My current complete music creation setup: iPad 7 and Sennheiser HD569 headphones

Next composition: flowers

Melomaniac

Many years ago I was in a bar out in the Mid West of the US and I fight broke out... It was weird coz it seemed like I was watching a real life film... lot of over weight 'chaps' swinging fists and kicking out like donkeys.  a very funny thing to behold. Anyway I wrote this track and am working on an album to go with it.  'The Buckled Wheel Inn'.

More Beer, One More Fight

a little musical gift for my dear friend Francesco
@francescocartocci

la favola della buonanotte

In my description for my last personal composition, Painted In Pastels, I talked about a certain harmonic language or style that flowered in the late sixties, early seventies. I mentioned Sondheim and his work, especially from the same said time. This to me is a towering achievement of what I was talking about. I was just floored digging into the music. The better a musician I become the more this piece impresses me.

Send In The Clowns

Recording sessions from 21-02-2024 - 15-07-2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
________________________________________________________________________
- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI / No samples
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL- Gustave Moreau (Oedipus and the Sphinx)
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, 
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
________________________________________________________________________

Under the Wings of the Sphinx-1

lyrics:
There's a patch of grass
That never seems to grow right
It's thin and starting to brown
Like it's been stepped on too many times

I can't seem to find a way down our hotline
Did you cut the line
Did you cut my line

In pauses between our text messages
The silence proceeds to echo
I envy all of you
And I just hope you do too

It's beating against my head
Like a secret that couldn't be kept
I stand there anyway, watching the wind bend it down
As if it's easier to give in
Than to resist

cut the line

Halloween Back Then

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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Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer-Arranger & Musician
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter & Singer
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Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

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