Philippe, Guillaume & Régis, quelle magnifique collaboration! 🙏 La voix de Guillaume est absolument grandiose et porte ces paroles profondes avec tant d’émotion. La composition de Régis, les arrangements et guitares de Philippe créent ensemble une atmosphère nocturne vraiment touchante qui illustre parfaitement ces nuits blanches et ces pensées sombres. L’instrumentation, la production et toute la performance sont exceptionnelles. Un très beau morceau qui nous parle au cœur, nos amis! Bravo à vous trois! ✨❤️🎵​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Really beautiful song with a great melody and vocals

Very beautiful song, guys. great arrangement, I like the strings, the solos, and of course the lyrics and vocals!

Un son très professionnel ; il me rappelle le son des années 80. Bravo à vous !

Wonderful songwriting and performance. Beautifully emotional vocals and sounds!

lovely track, excellent arrangement and production.  the mood captures the theme perfectly.

So beautiful and well made, lovely piece.

Mais toujours nous reste les efforts du gran esprit du artist comme ceci pour mieux nous consoler!!

AB Playlist 157 The latest songs from these fantastic Artists & Bands.

AB Playlist 157

Garden Of A Thousand Candles

In the garden of a thousand candles
Dreams awake you
Silently stare at the walls
Gold adorns you
Fantastical colours
Dreams await you
Lead where you dare

In a little field beyond Granton Meadows
There's a spot of heaven under yonder tree
Step aboard my time machine 
The future looks a silent Spring
Listen to the spirits come walk with me

Look around there were trees there were fields
Seems so serene beyond finite ideals
What happened to the simplest of times?
Blood, fire and steel
The old ways die
The old ways die

In the garden of a thousand candles
Dreams await you
Silently stare at the walls
Gold adorns you
Fantastical colors
Dreams awake you 
Lead where you dare

Over and over dreams falling over
Over and over lead where you dare

Pete Austin is The 1969. Playing electric and acoustic guitars, bass guitar, piano and mellotron, lead and backing vocal. Mixing and drum loops.
Released January 2022. Recorded throughout 2021.

The Garden of a Thousand Candles

Giving and Taking (open invitation for a collaboration from IPG1) 
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/giving-and-taking-vox-90-bpm
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Lyrics IPG1:
Cloud Stepping (Chorus) Life is relative, 
to the one that’s living it Inside outlook, 
to giving and taking it 
Experience god’s works, all senses 
We were given just a little bit 
We couldn’t handle it all  the few we have 
can nearly fit the few 
we have can nearly fit
(Verse1) 
If we knew it all, and all, and all 
Then nothing would matter It’s all a puzzle to be solved 
We have always been the answer 
The plan of god without reward 
Evolves in different ways 
We are all awake in different dreams 
To let the devil play
(Verse2)
 Who amongst us hear the screams 
Of millions of lives lost,  and don’t look on it as savagery
 And wonder what’s the cost 
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost 
Are we listening or not 
Are we listening or not
(Chorus)
 Life is relative, to the one that’s living it Inside outlook, to giving and taking it Experience god’s works, all senses 
We were given just a little bit 
We couldn’t handle it all  the few we have 
can nearly fit the few we have can nearly fit

Giving And Taking IPG1 and Paploviante

Cette chanson parle des nuits blanches que les accidents de la vie nous font passer . Quand notre lit devient trop petit pour ces sombres pensées et que l'on va dehors pour essayer d'oublier...
This song is about the sleepless nights that life's accidents cause us to endure. When our bed becomes too small for these dark thoughts and we go outside to try to forget...

Composer/Keyboard : Régis GAUBERT https://soundcloud.com/rob-spirit/tracks musicoman@wanadoo.fr
Arrangements/Guitars : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics/Singer : Guillaume DULER

Quand on marche la nuit
On change le décor
De ces choses que l'on fuit
Mais elles s'accrochent fort
Le jour est endormi
Les heureux rêvent encore
Quand on marche à l'ennui
On se traîne du corps
Quand on marche la nuit
Sous des lumières fanées , blessées
Faux soleils prisonniers
Notre ombre est une amie
Un peu désorientée
Et comme un chien elle nous suit
Fidèle et obligée
Si elle avait une vie
Elle resterait couchée
Quand on marche la nuit
On voit mieux les silences
On contemple les bruits
On regarde leur danse
Un instant on oublie
Notre désespérance
Que le jour que l'on fuit
Réveille nos souffrances
Quand on marche la nuit
On entend nos pensées (bis )
Elles sont comme des cris
Qu'on retient prisonniers
Et la Lune en amie
Paraît nous écouter
Peut être qu'elle luit
Pour mieux nous consoler
Quand on marche la nuit
On croise le hasard
Il nous parle de lui
Mais c'est bien notre histoire
On se voit dans sa vie
Comme dans un miroir
On connaît tout de lui
Il a notre mémoire
Quand on marche la nuit
Au rythme des pourquoi ( bis) 
Que nos pas ont suivi
Des traces d'autrefois
On laisse démuni (bis )
Quelqu'un qui pleurera
Qui marchera la nuit
Les jours où ça va pas

When we walk at night
We change the scenery
Of those things we flee from
But they cling on tightly
The day is asleep
The happy ones still dream
When we walk in boredom
We drag our bodies along
When we walk at night
Under faded, wounded lights
False suns held captive
Our shadow is a friend
A little disoriented
And like a dog, it follows us
Faithful and obliged
If it had a life
It would stay lying down
When we walk at night
We see the silences better
We contemplate the noises
We watch their dance
For a moment, we forget
Our despair
That the day we flee from
Awakens our suffering
When we walk at night
We hear our thoughts (repeat)
They are like cries
That we hold captive
And the Moon, our friend
Seems to listen to us
Perhaps it shines
To better console us
When we walk at night
We encounter chance
It tells us about itself
But it is really our story
We see ourselves in its life
As in a mirror
We know everything about it
It has our memory
When we walk at night
To the rhythm of the whys (repeat) 
That our steps have followed
Traces of the past
We leave helpless (repeat)
Someone who will cry
Who will walk at night
On days when things aren't going well

© Régis GAUBERT/Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Septembre 2025

Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

I have decided to take you into my studio lair for a peak into the cobwebs, corners and hidden nooks; the very mad-house of my thinking, or at least as best I can recollect the moments of……"Song Creation". I will use a single song to highlight my process. My friends and fellow song creators may recognize strands of their own process here, however, it is understood, that song formation has no right way or wrong way. It is as individual and eclectic as art itself. That is what keeps it fun. I will keep the write-ups short but will pile them on in increments until you or I have had enough. You can find these write-ups at this link: https://davidhusted.com/blogs/1-sleeping-softly-in-this-bed/posts/7601774/one-song-s-journey

Thank You

Dave

Song Lyrics
Eclipse
By David Husted


I'm trapped by a devil who controls the scrolling screen  
When I come back up I can't remember my name
so filled with dread cuz I'm waitin' on that judgement day
Swipe away this lonely pain

Tik-Tok, Reels and YouTube Shorts  
I'm jacked in, I can't abort
Cut this thread or waste away

Woke up on the sand with waves erasing your name
Eclipse, burning my eyes as she takes me to a higher plane
This veil of flames, and I don't know how much time remains
As daylight dims, this might be it
This might be it, will I taste the world again?

It's been three days since I threw my phone away
All went quiet but the tears and body shakes  
And the day light bows to the moon's deep blues
And in this mystery, I still miss you
 
Tik-Tok, Reels and YouTube Shorts  
I'm jacked in, I can't abort
Cut this thread or waste away

Woke up on the sand with waves erasing your name
Eclipse,  burning my eyes as she takes me to a higher plane
This veil of flames, and I don't know how much time remains
As daylight dims, this might be it
This might be it, will I taste the world again?



Eclipse

BehindTheShades

Auteur : Claude Moine \ Compositeur : Pierre Papadiamandis
ISWC : T-003.027.119-2
Editeur : EM Production
Sortie : Octobre 1977

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English translation below the French
Lyrics link : https://www.google.com/search?sca_esv=637c0e90f834ed3d&q=paroles+de+eddy+mitchell+la+derni%C3%A8re+s%C3%A9ance&si=AMgyJEv17PWw0XQW3IlwXAKl7dSlPQF61q4qYdeyP6OamT3IFLvfsHCnTLI6T2AU5LF_XJ4OKyr6tEmG0ZJsdUWQElQ8NnRIp-z2Hek1emPY8Pj1C2qrK7U93ENbHWPLErKRx-DCe27eXLWdj15N3v-U80CJ6cJ1IflPjmzacLsAwgSPShJgsUp8ONjbP55km6uSH10vz30m&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi4it-1wu6PAxWQfaQEHXChD_MQv_UKegQIDBAD&biw=1406&bih=685&dpr=1.25

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Encore une fois, je fais honneur à la chanson Française.
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J'aime bien ce morceau et cet artiste qui est très connu,
mais on n'entend pas beaucoup parler de lui...
Ce morceau est un extrait de l'album
"La Dernière Séance" enregistré à Nashville (Tennessee)

Cette chanson figurait dans le générique et
donnait son nom à une émission de télévision
animée par Eddy Mitchell lui même, de 1982 à 1998
qui était consacrée aux classiques du cinéma américain.
(dont je raffole)

J'adore aller au cinéma et toujours à la "dernière séance"...

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Once again, I honor French songs.
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I like this track and this artist, who is very well-known (in France),
but we don't hear much about him...
This track is taken from the album
"La Dernière Séance" recorded in Nashville, Tennessee.

This song was featured in the credits and
leaved its name to a television show
hosted by Eddy Mitchell himself, from 1982 to 1998
dedicated to American cinema classics.
(which I love)

I love going to the movies, and always to the "last screening"...

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Vocal : Anh
Arrangement (Yamaha PSR-SX900) : Phong
Recorded : August 26, 2025

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La Dernière Séance - Cover (Eddy Mitchell)

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Youtube Video live now - https://youtu.be/Ox3ORYZEeF0
Lyrics
He got bottles of dreams to keep hiding himself away from life
he said he’s gotta be the best or there’s no point in trying tonight
it takes too much time to get up and not enough time to fall down
he was always getting somewhere didn’t think he’d ever get tied to this town (no not to this town)

Can you hold on
Tell me Can you hold on

She got two more lives to go now then she’ll finally stick around and she’s been around
the bag she’s trying to drown in sponsored by online love she never found no she never found
she got excuses ready and waiting every one’s got its own special place it’s her special place
with too many hang-ups and over’s you can’t rewrite the lines in your face no not on your face

Can you hold on
Tell me Can you hold on
Hold on for another day
Hold on don’t be afraid
Hold on we’ll find another way
Hold on just hold on
Hold on please hold on

And if you had your chance again 
would you fall down the same paths
cos The world inside is empty 
if you can’t see past the past
and if you had your time again 
would you walk in another’s shoes
cos the choices are so empty 
if you’re too much a fool to lose
yeah your world inside is empty 
if you’re too afraid to choose
you’re too afraid to lose 
can you see past your past

And hold on for another day hold on now
Hold on don’t be afraid hold on now
Hold on we’ll find another way so hold on now
Hold on just hold on
Hold on please hold on


Bottled Dreams (Hold on)

Was discussing The Replacements with a friend and had the urge to write a tune in that vein, and, gosh, there was inspiration right there in the daily news.  This was a quick & dirty one day write &  record, but then quick & dirty seems to be the order of the day.

hey mr tangerine man you're not fooling me
I'm not stupid and we all know what you're trying to do
hey mr tangerine man you're not fooling me
and you know we won't be mourning when they're burying you

you rake the air incessantly with your heinous flapping lips
while your golf shirt hides your tits
and your tiny grey hands twitch
all the citizens feel gypped
we're all waiting for a massive stroke to do you in
i'm ready to move anywhere I want to emigrate
but come back for the parade past the golf course where you're laid
i'll fight the urge to urinate

Mr Tangerine Man

Gimme / feat. Patricia Edwards / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics :
Patricia Edwards
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/16204/gimme-89bpm-pop-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/patriciaedwards
Paploviante:
E Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Picture: AI Perchance

Gimme feat. Patricia Edwards-Papploviante

Original Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Mike.
Vocals, instrumentation and mix by Mike Fox.

HE GREW UP BACK IN THE DAY
WITH TWO GUITARS IN THE HOUSE
ONE WAS SPECIAL TO HIS MOM
NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY

IT BELONGED TO HIS UNCLE
THEY CALLED THE GUITAR MAN
THAT WAS KILLED IN THE BIG WAR
NEVER GOT TO PLAY IN A BAND

(CHORUS)
HE WROTE THIS SONG
ABOUT THE GUITAR MAN
HE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIM
OR WRITE A SONG WITH HIM
PRAY HE'S UP IN HEAVEN
PLAYING IN A BAND

HE CARRIED HIS GUITAR 
EVERYWHERE HE WENT
ALWAYS HAPPY TO PLAY
HIS PLAYING WAS HEAVEN SENT

(GUITAR SOLO)

THEY ALWAYS SAID HIS UNCLE A. J.
WOULD BE A STAR SOMEDAY
BUT LIKE SO MANY OTHERS
HE HAD A BIGER PRICE TO PAY

HIS MAMA GAVE THE GUITAR AWAY
CAUSE NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY
IT WAS JUST COLLECTING DUST
WISHES HE HAD THAT FLAT TOP TODAY

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2025 (C) Lyric by Tony Harris

Playing in a Band - Collaboration by Tony Harris and Mike Fox

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

Musique et chant / Music and vocal : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Un n'est un tout
One is not all
Pas d'atout
And that's all
Tout se gomme
Everything is erased
Pas d'or juste des pommes et
The gold of youth has evaporated
Je ne sais quoi de paumé ...
Leaving me on an aged earth

Quelle déveine
No chance
Ma veine explose
My vein is bursting
Dans ma paume
In the palm of my hand
Aucune pomme
No more future lines
Dors sur tes lauriers
Rest in peace
Sur l'oreiller
On your pillow
Tu vas sommeiller
You will sleep
Dans l'or rayonner
In gold you will shine
Sensas...
Thrilling
Sans savoir
Without knowing
Qu'il n'y a pas d'avoir
That nothing is free
Ni d'aveux
And may your wishes
Ni de vœux 
Are confessions

Sans avoir
Without having
Vraiment le choix
The choice
Tout s'échoue
Everything fails
Pas trop choux
And collapses
Et en quoi as-tu foi ?
Do you have faith?

Un n'est tout
One is not all
Mais tout comme...
And that's all
Foule de gomme
The crowd is huge
Est-ce que tout est comme
Are we the in-between
Nous en somme ?
A balance of sorts?


Et où nous en sommes ?
And where are we?
Avec des bulles ?
Does it fizzy?
Est-ce que tout est comme
Is everything like us ?
Nous ?
Qu'est-ce qui nous assomme ?
What is it that brings us down?
Et où ?
And where ?


Un n'est tout
One is not all
Et tout som-
-meil un grand coup
And that's all
Ça nous assomme
Loneliness is gloomy
Est-ce pareil partout ?
Is it the same thing everywhere?


Partout ou rien
One is not all
Un n'est tout
And that's all
Manitou aucun
Nothing is good
Aucun Manitou 
No god

Jardin suspendu

One is not all

💔 Für dich würde ich sterben, Carmen – eine Ballade, die direkt aus dem Herzen kommt.
Es geht um Liebe 💖, Hingabe 🙏, Sehnsucht 🌙 und diesen einen Moment, in dem du alles gibst.
Kein Filter 🚫✨. Kein Kompromiss ❌. Nur Wahrheit in Klang 🎶 gegossen.

💫 Wenn Liebe weh tut 😢 – und du trotzdem bleibst 💞.
🎤 Vocals & Emotion: Neo
🔥 Produktion: DreamState Records

🌟 #Liebe #Carmen #Ballade #Neo #FürDich #Herzblut #Neoverse #Musikdieberührt #DreamerVibes #SoulConnection 💕🎶💫🌙✨💖🔥

Für dich würde ich sterben Karmen 🫨👁️🪽❤️‍🔥🤟🏾♾️

KAI Remix of Evergreen. Please follow the link to support and follow KAI.

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/kaichillstep
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@KaiChillstep

KTSG - Evergreen (KAI Remix)

Laternen am stillen See

[Verse]
Laternen steh’n am stillen See
Ihr Licht im Nebel leuchtet weh
Es zittert sanft auf Eis und Schnee
Führt Herzen heim durch Nacht und Weh

[Chorus]
Halt das Licht lass es nicht geh’n
Die Nacht ist kalt die Wege weh’n
Halt das Licht es zeigt den Weg
Wenn alles fällt wenn alles schlägt

[Verse 2]
Die Schatten kriechen sacht heran
Sie flüstern leis vom Untergang
Doch irgendwo ein Funkeln klar
Ein Stern bleibt nah ein Licht so wahr

[Chorus]
Halt das Licht lass es nicht geh’n
Die Nacht ist kalt die Wege weh’n
Halt das Licht es zeigt den Weg
Wenn alles fällt wenn alles schlägt

[Bridge]
Die Zeit sie flieht sie bleibt nicht steh’n
Doch Lichter sterben niemals geh’n
Ein Funke reicht ein kleiner Schein
Um zu entfachen Hoffnung rein

[Chorus]
Halt das Licht lass es nicht geh’n
Die Nacht ist kalt die Wege weh’n
Halt das Licht es zeigt den Weg
Wenn alles fällt wenn alles schlägt

Laternen am stillen See

'HANG ON'
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2017
I made this rock'n tune in 2013 (one night with ?? cans of Jack)

HANG ON

Hello Soundcloud, thanks for the Listens, Likes and Support. Im from Melbourne Australia, I have been playing guitar for many years now and played in two bands during the 80's & 90's (STOLEN CAR original) & (STORM cover),both bands never released any material. Since 2010 i have been writing songs and tunes and recording them in my music room (3rd Bedroom), i play Guitar, Bass, Keys, BFD2 Drums(programmed)and Vocals on all of my songs which i class as Demo's, I love all types of music but Hard Rock, Rock to Alternative appeals to me most.
ALL SONGS POSTED ARE SUBJECT TO COPYRIGHT.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY THE OWNER.
Thanks again to everyone listening out there in the world, always looking forward to new material on Soundcloud,
Character Picture By, Rianna Borderick 2017
All artwork by Andrew Borderick
CONTACT : andrew@netec.com.au
Regards 
Andrew Borderick. (March 2017)

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
Thanks to everyone for the listens, likes, reposts and comments ... 💙🤍💖
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Quand on marche la nuit ( Regis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

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