great song.........nice vocals........lovely guitars

Superb rock song. Meaningful and important lyrics. Beautiful guitars!

Invigorating vocals..marvelous lyrics.. brilliant keyboard work captivating & mesmerizing..perfectly executed..brilliant effects..sumptuously infectious..excellent mix & recording production!

Magnifique atmosphère relaxante, bravo pour les guitares aussi !

Vraiment combien de nous auraient fait le meilleur choix dans ce milieux?

Fantastic song with a superb intro, soulful vocals, and great guitar playing!

Another great song! Awesome lead guitar on this one!

Une chanson engagée superbement réalisée!

Daily Drops

First new track out in a good while!  Lots of fun on this one just experimenting with different modulations and filtering.  Spent much more time trying my best at getting a good end result, I'm not great at mastering but tried to get a clean end sound. All feedback welcome!

Konvarische

The forest breathes in whispers,
its voice carried on the night wind.
Beneath the silver glow of the moon,
the trees stretch their shadows,
dancing softly on the earth.

A stream murmurs in the distance,
its waters flowing endlessly,
carving a story older than time,
a tale of life that flows and fades.

The leaves quiver,
caught between stillness and motion,
their fragile forms trembling in the moonlight.
Each drop of dew holds the universe,
a fleeting mirror of infinite beauty.

Beneath this canopy of stars and leaves,
a solitary figure walks,
their footsteps swallowed by the soil,
their breath merging with the cool, damp air.

The forest listens,
its silence alive with a timeless rhythm,
bearing witness to the brief spark of life,
a moment suspended in the vast embrace of eternity.

And as the moon climbs higher,
its light weaves through the branches,
illuminating the truth whispered by the trees:
beauty is fleeting,
but its echoes remain,
woven into the eternal fabric of the forest.

The figure pauses,
their gaze lifted to the sky.
In this moment, they are not apart,
but one with the forest,
their presence a flicker in its endless tale.

The forest on a moonlit night (Piano with Japanese poetry reading)日本語詩の朗読

there was no whey

One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

The Hunchback of Notre Dame – The Young Nobles
February 2025
Duration: 2:10
Listen to more music for the ballet: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-hunchback-for-notre-dame
Based on La Réjouissance from Music for the Royal Fireworks by Handel 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Hunchback of Notre Dame June 6th and 7th 2025 in Colorado.
For strings, trumpet, clarinet, bassoon, contra bassoon, piano, timpani and percussion

The Hunchback of Notre Dame - The Young Nobles

Crimson Keys: A Musical Plea for Peace

On the third anniversary of the conflict in Ukraine, we are honored to present Crimson Keys, a composition that embodies a profound yearning for peace and hope. This instrumental piece, performed by pianist Francesco Adornetto and featuring the evocative vocals of Dawn Walters, serves as a silent protest against all wars. Through its intense and melancholic melodies, it invites listeners to pause, reflect, and unite for a better future.

In a world still marred by conflict in 2025, Crimson Keys emerges as a poignant expression of resilience and solidarity. The piano's crimson-hued notes intertwine seamlessly with ethereal vocal lines, creating a soundscape suspended between dream and reality, beauty and tragedy.

We invite you to listen to Crimson Keys and join us in spreading its message of peace and unity.

Credits:

Piano: Francesco Adornetto
Vocals: Dawn Walters

Crimson Keys

Crimson Keys (vocals by Dawn Walters)

Entre la peur et le courage que ferions nous si nous devions choisir un camp .
Between fear and courage, what would we do if we had to choose sides?

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Pour une vraie salope combien d'amoureuses
dont le crane rasé portait la croix gammée
sous les rires vengeurs d'une foule odieuse
d'un peuple libéré suant la lâcheté

Pour un patriote combien de collabos
ont fait sonner les cloches de la liberté
sombre chant d'amnésie ou douloureux échos
mais soufflé par un vent chargé de lourds secrets

pour une rébellion combien de soumissions
dans un pays rongé par les rats de l'histoire
ils ont crié leur haine à la libération
cela même dénonçaient les humbles de la gloire

Pour un juste oublié combien de faux héros
Justiciers de papiers bataillons d'aboyeurs
Fossoyeurs d'innocents vipères de bistrot
Résistant de la dernière heure

Moi qu'aurais je été en ces temps là
Qu'aurais je fait sauver mon âme ou ma peau
Lâche ou héros...

For a real slut how many lovers
whose shaven heads bore the swastika
under the vengeful laughter of an odious crowd
of a liberated people sweating cowardice

For one patriot, how many collabos
rang the bells of freedom
a dark song of amnesia with painful echoes
but blown by a wind laden with heavy secrets

for one rebellion, how many submissions
in a country eaten away by the rats of history
they shouted their hatred at liberation
that even denounced the humble of glory

For a just forgotten how many false heroes
Paper vigilantes Battalions of barkers
Grave-diggers of innocent bar vipers
Resistance fighters of the last hour

What would I have been in those days
What would I have done to save my soul or my skin
Coward or hero...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER  Février 2025

Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.

Let's Talk About Love

By My Window

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

v1:  in the dark night, does it feels right, when there's no light.

       in the dark night, does it feel right, when there's no light.

chorus:  she is the queen of shadows, living in the dark.
              she is the queen of shadows, don' let her steal your heart,
                                                                                                                     
v2:  can you feel the fear, as she draws near, you wont hear.

        can you feel the fear, as she draws near, you wont hear.

v3:  in the darkest hour, she has the power, to devour.

in the darkest hour, she has the power, to devour,

v4:   can you feel the fire, her desire, your funeral pyre.

        can you feel the fire, her desire, your funeral pyre.

She is the queen of shadows.

Phone recording 10.8.25

Not that I've always got the light. But I've always got the light, to get. 

It's a good job that I don't have any pride
'Cause we're being taken for a hell of a ride
They take our freedom they may take our homes
Throw me in a well I wouldn't be alone 
I have always got the light
I have always got the light
The sins of us adults do the children harm
Old McDonald's got to sell the farm
Sweet indifference causes cancer too
I've got no time to loose I don't know about you
I have always got the light
I have always got the light
Mercy mercy mercy please have mercy on me 
Sweet Lord have mercy on me
I have always got the light
I have always got the light

Always Got the Light

Stephen Watkins -electric guitar/Sitar/tabla/Sound engineer(mix and master) @texmex-shaman
Mark j Brewer-Bass guitar
jeff gardiner acoustic guitar/lyrics/vocals/artwork(Edgar the Cat)

Purgatory path by j. gardiner


there's really nothing left to say
but i'm going to say it anyway
thought i heard a whisper of the truth
but it didn't matter like i thought i might

Could have been an echo or the humming of a sharpened blade of steel
sliding in the rails of Revolution, the hounds are on the loose, they're on the trail.
The inhabitants are stark raving mad, this is documented well-

Fallen back to when the Radio played Paradise
falling into you, falling into you, i can't stop,i can't stop
i can't stop falling down the rabbit hole of passionate replys
i didn't even know, i didn't even know
that i was broken
till i found some bits of me, lying on the sacred ground in a dusty field, in a fever dream
just this side of town...  every time he turns around,he doesn't even know what he is feeling disconnected from
he only finds that he is further down the purgatory path
still hoping for some Reverie
even though it's no longer free
but just this Now in the evening's quiet Twilight
all concerns appear as superficial, like she said,"the more i learn, the less i know" and i concur--

I Concur with TexMex Shaman & MJ Brewer

My Curse

Ever one to tell, never one to show, the truth's not lost on me.

At Land's End (Demo)

"The Label" is a raw, intense exploration of mental health diagnosis and societal hypocrisy, channeling the raw vulnerability of Radiohead's "Creep."
It tells the story of being given an official classification ("The Label") as a child for seeking help, only to be rejected and stigmatized by the same institutions later in life because of that very designation. It's a shout against a system that attempts to heal and then chooses to exclude.

"You stamped the paper to help me stand up straight, then judged the man by the number and the date. What a crooked world."

Music & Lyrics by ROTTENBRAIN
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When I was young, the corners of my mind
Felt like a maze, a place I couldn't find
The simple exit, the clear and open road
A heavy feeling, a weight that overflowed.
I sought the light, the clarity, the peace
They gave me papers, a temporary lease.
A careful word, a clinical design
They drew a line, and said that line was mine.

And I don't know if I belong here
But I think I want to belong.
I want to heal, I want to stand tall
But something's twisted, something's wrong.

I’m a Label, I’m a Name
A classified piece in their cruel, cruel game.
I wish I was better, I wish I could change
But you gave me the file, you gave me the strange.
You gave me the Label...

Years rolled away, the therapy, the fight
I worked the hours, to climb back to the light.
Some friends succeeded, they shed the heavy cloak
While I still struggled, beneath the weight it spoke.
I tried to enter, the offices, the doors
The institutions, the things I battled for.
I handed over the document, the sign
The very record that you said would define.

And I don't know if I belong here
But I think I want to belong.
I want to work, I want to stand tall
But something's twisted, something's wrong.

I’m a Label, I’m a Name
A classified piece in their cruel, cruel game.
I wish I was better, I wish I could change
But you gave me the file, you gave me the strange.
You gave me the Label...

But you, the ones who charted my descent
The ones who said: "We know what this all meant."
You close the window, you lock the open gate
You say: "We helped you, but now it's just too late."
You stamped the paper, to help me stand up straight
Then judged the man by the number, and the date.
What a crooked world! To brand the child with fire,
Then bar the adult from rising any higher.

You gave me the Label...
You gave me the Label...
A crooked world...
I'm just a Label...

The Label - ROTTENBRAIN (based on Radiohead’s ‘Creep’) by ARGYTACT 2026

The Label - ROTTENBRAIN (based on Radiohead’s ‘Creep’)

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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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Lâche ou Héros TRANSLATED

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