Hooky with serious lyrics and such a great groove. Glad I caught this one at last.

what a beautiful guitar melody and vocal. I really like the background instrumental piece..the lyrics are excellent..interesting that after all that befell this person he is left with tolerance as the rest didn't matter...haunting compelling piece

The voice feels like an inner whisper – honest and direct, with nothing to hide. The subtle instrumentation gives it space to breathe, making the track quietly powerful. A soft, yet strong statement.  Keep it real – no AI. 🎶❤️🎶 (Motto)

Beautiful work. Very cool tapestry of sounds 🎧🔥🎧

Music played and sang with great finesse! Beautiful guitar and love the vocals!

Fantastically groovy flow, lovely funky guitar and smooth singing performance

Super ! Toujours sur un fond de bon solo guitare (et des bruits de fond...) 🎸🎶🔥😊👌🥰

Un homme brisé qui a tout perdu , s'en prend à toutes les religions. Leurs dieux n'ont rien fait quand il avait besoin de leur aide...
Compositeur arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
Si c'était important
J'irais cogner vos anges
Leur faire mordre la poussière
Les trainer dans la fange
Je quitterais ce corps
Trop lourd de ses faiblesses
Je croquerais la mort
Comme une brute épaisse
Si c'était important
J'insulterais vos dieux
D'une haine rageuse
Pour voir baisser leurs yeux
Je quitterais ma terre
Trop belle pour mon amour
Et dans un dernier vers
Je passerais mon tour
Si c'était important
Je briserais vos sanctuaires
Dans un dernier blasphème
Pisserais sur leurs pierres
Je quitterais mes sens
Nu de toutes raisons
Semant la tolérance
Pour unique moisson

A broken man who has lost everything, blames all religions. Their gods did nothing when he needed their help...
Composer-arranger: Philippe SEGUINARD Songwriter: Guillaume DULER
Lyrics :
If it were important
I'll punch your angels
Make them bite the dust
Drag them through the mud
I'd leave this body
Too heavy with its weaknesses
I would crunch death
Like a thick brute
If it were important
I'd insult your gods
With raging hatred
To see their eyes lowered
I'd leave my land
Too beautiful for my love
And in a last verse
I'd pass on
If it were important
I would break your sanctuaries
In one last blasphemy
Piss on their stones
I would leave my senses
Naked of all reason
Sowing tolerance
As my only harvest

© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

Si c'était important    TRANSLATED

Pour tous ceux qui sont nostalgique du combi Volkswagen des années 70 , le fameux Bulli , et qui ont voyagé avec lui dans leur jeunesse 😃
For all those who travelled in a Volkswagen combi in their youth 

Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER

J'ai roulé ma bosse 
Quand j'étais un gosse
Dans un combi couleur de l'arc en ciel
Une fenêtre sur le monde
Pour moi petite tête blonde
Avec mon père , ma mère et l'essentiel

Bulli ma maison on the road
Bulli ma maison d'évasion
Bulli ma jeunesse on the road
Bulli ma jeunesse d'horizon

J'ai traversé des frontières
Croisé des sœurs et des frères
Qui m'adoptaient en jouant simplement
Des amitiés sans ombre
Et qu'importe la langue et le nombre
Y'a de la place dans le cœur des enfants

REFRAIN

J'ai grandi sur les routes
Passé entre les gouttes
De rivières sauvages en océans
Une vie sous tous les temps
Partir où nous portaient les vents
Et s'endormir autour d'un feu de camp

REFRAIN

Je voudrais tant retrouver
Ces années de liberté
Kerouac tes pages s’effacent doucement
Mon vieux Bulli est parti
Roule t'il encore aujourd'hui
Au petit bonheur la chance comme avant !

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER Février 2024

I've lived through a lot of things
When I was a kid
In a rainbow-colored van
A window on the world
For me little blonde head
With my father, my mother and the essentials

Bulli my home on the road
Bulli my escape house
Bulli my youth on the road
Bulli my youth on the horizon

I crossed borders
Crossed paths with sisters and brothers
Who adopted me simply by playing
Friendships without shadow
And no matter the language or the number
There's room in every child's heart

CHORUS

I grew up on the road
Passed between the drops
From wild rivers to oceans
A life in all weathers
Wherever the winds took us
And fall asleep around a campfire

CHORUS

I would so much like to return
Those years of freedom
Kerouac your pages are slowly fading
My old Bulli is gone
Is it still rolling today
Just like before!

Bulli  TRANSLATED

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

"SI TOI AUSSI" est une chanson écrite en 2008 . Nous avons gardé la mélodie d'origine et j'ai réécris les deux derniers couplets .Sur les refrains une star de la chanson française sous son vrai nom m'accompagne au chant . Le thème est simple , des questionnements autobiographiques qui se superposent avec deux questionnements , un passé et un futur .
“SI TOI AUSSI” was written in 2008. We kept the original melody and I rewrote the last two verses, a french pop star with a  accompanying me on the chorus. The theme is simple: autobiographical questions superimposed on two questions, a past and a future.
Compositeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur : Guillaume DULER
LYRICS:
J’aurais tant donné
Si j’avais été roi
Mais étant donné
Que je ne suis que moi
Mon royaume est là
Beaucoup d’eau et du vent
Mes richesses à moi
Vois tu comme c’est grand
Dis moi toi que ferais tu si toi aussi…
Des chemins de larmes
Pauvres et amers indiens
L’histoire nous désarme
Tant de mal et plus rien
Qu’aurais je fait moi
En ces temps et puis blanc
Avec comme Loi
Ma bêtise d’ignorant
Dis moi toi qu’aurais tu fais si toi aussi…
Tendre et immobile
Sauvage et libertaire
Une vie tranquille
Dans mon coin solitaire
Très loin de la foule
Qui vole où va le vent
Qui parle et qui se saoule
Sans s'écouter vraiment
Dis moi toi que ferais tu si toi aussi…
 L'amour est hors la loi
Si je t’aide à partir
Mais qu'importe le droit
Qui sont t'ils pour interdire
Sciences inhumaines
Vielles morales obscènes
Aveugles et sans pudeur
C'est nos vies pas les leurs
Dis moi toi qu’aurais tu fais si toi aussi…

I would have given so much
If I had been king
But since
I'm only me
My kingdom is here
Lots of water and wind
My riches to me
See how big it is
Tell me what would you do if you too...
Paths of tears
Poor and bitter Indians
History disarms us
So much pain and nothing left
What would I have done
In these times and then white
With my law
My ignorant stupidity
Tell me what would you have done if you too...
Tender and still
Wild and libertarian
A quiet life
In my lonely corner
Far from the crowd
Who fly where the wind blows
Who talk and get drunk
Without really listening
Tell me, what would you do if you too...
 Love is outlawed
If I help you leave
But what does the law matter
Who are they to forbid
Inhuman sciences
Old obscene morals
Blind and shameless
It's our lives not theirs
Tell me what you would have done if you too...
© Philippe SEGUINARD / Guillaume DULER Mars 2025

Si toi aussi ( feat Christian Etchebarne ) TRANSLATED

Ode to Gabriela Mistral © 2025 Pamela Illanes - Tatsuoka, All Right  Reserved
Piano: Pamela Illanes - Tatsuoka

Ode to Gabriela Mistral (Live)

Produccion,bateria y teclados San Kajati(desde Valencia)todo lo demas yo.
Los peores sueños
                 Am-Em-Dm-Am

No voy a ir 
Dónde no puedo 
Por ahí pueden venir 
Los peores sueños 
Pensaba en vos 
Mirando de nuevo 
El juego, el color 
El otro veneno 
Las luces veo al fin 
Alumbran el piso 
Cuando vienen a mí 
Se vuelven pasillos 
Perdido en un laberinto 
Cerca del río 
Me pongo a caminar 
La salida persigo...

LOS PEORES SUEÑOS-Christian

This song is actually more of a poem. But I only realized that when I tried to set the text to music after I had written it. 
"I count on you" is a song written as a heartfelt thank-you to the quiet companions in our lives — those who stand by us when times get tough. 
Sometimes, these are the people who understand us without needing many words. Sometimes, they are the loyal, four-legged friends who remain by our side through the years. And sometimes, it’s a spiritual presence that carries us through our darkest moments.

This song is about that steady, silent presence — the comforting feeling of not being alone. It reminds us how much strength can be found simply in being there for one another. Some call it friendship, others call it love — some believe it is God. Ultimately, it’s about connection, trust, and the quiet certainty: I can count on you.

A heartfelt thank-you to Andreas and Colter, who deeply inspired me in the creation of this song.

It would mean a lot to me if this song finds a place in your heart and uplifts you when you listen.



I count on you

When everything inside goes quiet,
and I don't know what to do,
when every step feels heavy,
somehow – there’s you.
You never asked for answers,
you just stood there by my side.
In a time that felt so broken,
you were my piece of light.

I count on you 
when the fire’s burning low.
When I feel like fading,
you’re the one who still knows.
I count on you –
not 'cause you're loud or strong,
but 'cause you stay,
when everything feels wrong.

You held my silence gently,
carried every flaw I had.
You saw the parts I couldn’t show,
and never said it’s bad.
You never needed big ideas,
you just showed up as you are.
And in the middle of the night,
you were my northern star.

I count on you 
when hope has gone to hide.
When the world gets smaller,
you still stay by my side.
I count on you 
no questions, no disguise.
You’re the quiet truth
in a world of little lies.

And if the day should ever come
when you can’t hold it all alone –
I’ll be the one who holds you back,
like you have always done.

I count on you 
And you can lean on me
We carry what the other can´t
And set each other free
I count on you 
and hope you feel it too.
Through every broken piece,
I’ve found a friend in you.


Lyrics/Vocals/Music: Axel Menningen

I Count On You

“I read that “Teenage Dirtbag” was recorded in a house basement. I was inspired. This song is a reflection of the excitement I got back in the day as a new young musician in a band where you had no budget, loaded in to a run down studio, pressed record and left the session hours later with a raw final mix on CD. It was amazing. I wanted to get back to that in sound and spirit and to capture it I used my fantastic rusty stringed, completely tuned by ear £65 Stratocaster copy with little post production editing or mixing. When tracking I had early Foo Fighters and “Clarity/Static Prevails” era Jimmy Eat World in mind. Like those early days this was written/recorded/mixed in a few hours. “college rock.” centres around a person finding solace in music and guitar and considers the decline of guitar in mainstream music today, is nostalgic about the impact of guitar bands and USA radio college Rock music in the 1990’s and simply gets back to that optimism of JUST ROCKING OUT.” 

college rock.  

Take me back to my old room in the city
Looking back it was all so s****y
How did I survive? I played guitar until 2am 
My radio music pulled me through and then I would do it all again 

It’s a miracle that guitar is around today
Maybe I’m cynical
No one wants to strum and play
Got Wheatus in my memory
Third Eye Blind patches on my jeans
Blink bleeding out my eardrums 
College Rock come back and save me 

Take me back
Come save me
College rock 

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

college rock.

Well’s track Glycerine with Llanpsych guitar

GLYCERINE - with WELL

A contemplative descent into a lucid dream state of being — part ambient echoes, part neon lit dance pulse. It builds from subtle piano and synth interplay into a low-burning electronic movement that feels like moving through a memory with a lapse of time. 

Noema is my 49th upload on Soundcloud and one I have really tried to spend the vast amount of work lost in the small details on.  I hope this resonates with everyone and all who have supported and followed me over the years on this journey of music creation. I truly appreciate each and every one of you so much! 

Noema

Blowholes from Mars

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

Some Heaven. (Feat: Lioness Pinky🦁

Romantic〔Lylics by Romi   Composed by Romi   Arrenged by Romi , Red＆Blue〕

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

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

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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Si c'était important TRANSLATED

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