Très beau « passage en revue » d’une vie, avec tous ses carrefours, ses rencontres, ses occasions manquées et les questions qu’elles nous laissent - - - - - - j’aime bcp aussi les passages instru, la classe ! - - - - - : : - - - - - - ) )

Superbe chanson avec de belles harmonies, bravo !

Salut les amis, bravo, comme toujours un très beau titre ✨🥰

C'est super !  Toujours très agréable à écouter, avec des textes intéligents.

Je vous découvre et constate de magnifiques productions. J'apprécie vos chansons bien inspirées et dont la réalisation ne fait aucun doute : une expression d'orfèvre. Félicitations à vous trois.

Super chanson qui parle VRAI !!! Toute la complexité de la vie, racontée sans détour et avec énormément de sensibilité 🙏🤗✨L'intro guitare est superbe et pose immédiatement une atmosphère douce et nostalgique, parfaite pour ce style pop. Le texte est vraiment fort, porté par une super voix  mise en valeurpar al douceur de la mélodie. Fabuleuse chanson !!! Bravo à tous 🔥🎶🎸👏

wonderful song! such a nice vibe, great vocals & a lovely tone on that guitar ♥ fantastic!

Superbe introduction à la guitare et au piano. Voix et morceau fantastiques, beau travail.

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

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

A tribute to all those hours in the life that we loose with utterly senseless stuff and that vanish into oblivion. Not the hours that we loose on necessary evils like household chores but rather the ones like doomsscrolling where we know, we could and should have used them better. But then in the end - does it really make a difference in the long run?
 
Three times the same motive with different turns after a few seconds respectively (at @0:00, @0:57, @1:50).  And an appendix  @2:19 with an open quesion and the hint of an answer.

Again, this composition will come with lyrics in due course, however, since I don't have access to my studio currently, this will take some time - will likely publish some other things before.

Thanks to all of you for listening and supporting my work!


Elegy for the Hours (Contemporary Piano Miniature)

Produced & mastered by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden

HOW LIGHT TRAVELS THROUGH WATER

Another simple track 😎
Lyrics/Vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

Thank you so much for listening! 🫶

Lyrics: 

I wrapped myself in self-pity
Heard a heavy ringing bell
Didn't think I could be unwrapped
Hidden walls that never fell..

So many layers of emotions
I knew I had to start
And when the first layer was removed
The rest began to fall apart..

Unwrap-app-ing  myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Now my soul is almost open
All the layers taken off
But I have left some walls
In case I don't have enough...

A new story will be written
New layers will come
But with an unwrapped soul
I can wrap myself with love...

Unwrap-app-ing myself
Unwrap-app-ing myself

Unwrap -app-Ing Myself  (Original)

Here's the latest in Texas Tea flavor, called Black Coffee and it is a little dark and mysterious.  Terry had been on a fantastic voyage for a while, and this is our first since his return.  Hope you enjoy.  See the entire Texas Tea playlist here - https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/sets/texas-tea-sea

Black Coffee - A Texas Tea Production with Tea R Sea

Cast of Characters:

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, synth and composition
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – custom five string fretless bass and PRS SE semi-hollwbody electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Sunnybeck-- @sunnybeck — Beck — synth and MIDI composition
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson custom T model electric wah guitar
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals and lyrics
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – production, mix, and mastering

This song began as a looper beat that Josh created in BandLab. He does that often to start an idea. However, this beat sat on the shelf for almost a year, until he shared it with JJ for one of his Saturday night music sessions. JJ put an arrangement on it with his organ and bass. Josh quickly replaced the bass idea with his own version of it, though.
Now it was Ken's turn to replace the dull looper beat with something alive and organic, which he did in the most creative and solid way possible. We had a skeleton now, and it was time to share it with Beck, with whom this is Eclectic Collecitive's first song. She added her magic via the synth you hear sprinkled throughout. Stephen weighed in next with his funky wah guitar.
It was almost done at this point, but of course, we wanted Carl to add his greatness to it, as well, which he did by writing and singing some compelling vocals. He took the working title, which Josh came up with having just read The Odyssey, and wrote a whole song about it!
Once it was all laid down, we asked Tez to do his expert work with the mix and production, which he did perfectly, as always. We're very lucky to have two very talented producers in the group, and grateful to Tez for ironing this one out for us.
This is, as mentioned, the EC's first go round with Beck, and we couldn't be more thrilled to work with her. Not only is she a skilled, creative musician, but she is a delightful ray of sunlight to work with, too. We have another collab with here we plan to release in the coming weeks, as well. There will be more to follow. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark
Hold on dear crew
Cruel winds fly north
Our tenth foul day
Land found fresh worth
Untameable sea
We survived people
Ashore
Fresh water
Food
Lessen our feeble

Three of company
Greet these inhabitants
Find what land lends their habitance
Trio arrive and find not hurt
Then found local food
Good offering flirty

Three watered mouths by nicest taste
Who needs home
We stay
No haste
Love lotus buds
Don’t mind the captain
Let’s stay and munch this tuck of trapping

Captain bemused All aboard!
No more shall eat this food mind sword
What of home!
What of love!
Weep not dear three
Cold turkey tough

Smite that sea
Hold tight your oars
Now heave to Ithaca
South-westwards
Bye Lotus eaters
Trip like land
Love lesson lives
Myth mystery scanned



Isle of the Lotus Eaters (Eclectic Collective featuring SunnyBeck!)

Hey I’ve done a mix of Ian’s @ipg1 cool rap using EPMD it’s my thing which used the brilliant samples Seven Minutes of Funk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoYzawnDGP0 and  Marva Whitney with Poetry by Scott La Rock & KRS1.  Enjoy!!
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WE ARE ALL HIPHOP IPG1 X RICO.  BOOTLEGS OS MIX

In memory of a beloved doggy.
At the end she fell asleep in my Granddaughters arms.
Where do Dogs go

Today we have lost a dear friend,
it was a friend that we loved so much.
I am sure that she is in heaven for dogs
and I believe that she looks at us every day
that lies ahead in the future. 
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


I remember the first time when we met.
It was a summer day when they did arrive.
She was comfortably lying in my daughter’s knee.
It was obvious that she loved her masters
and the expression in her face was sweet.
We will remenber all days we had
together with this lovely friend


Her little sister is searching for her
and she can smell her scent everywhere,
in every corner inside and outside their home
and when she doesn’t find her sister she starts to grief.
She can still feel the love from her,
and now You know where dogs will go
after fulfilling their duty in life

Lyrics in Swedish

Vart tar hundarna vägen?

Idag har vi förlorat en kär vän,
det var en vän som vi älskade så mycket.
Jag är säker på att hon är i himlen för hundar
och jag tror att hon ser på oss alla dagar
som ligger framför oss i framtiden.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän

Jag minns första gången när vi träffades,
det var en sommardag när de kom.
Hon låg bekvämt i min dotters knä.
Det var uppenbart att hon älskade sina ägare
och uttrycket i hennes ansikte var ljuvt.
Vi kommer att minnas alla dagar vi hade
tillsammans med denna underbara vän


Hennes lillasyster letar efter henne
och hon kan känna hennes doft överallt,
i varje hörn både inomhus och utanför deras hem
och när hon inte hittar sin syster börjar hon sörja.
Hon kan fortfarande känna kärleken från henne.
Och nu vet du vart hundar kommer att ta vägen
efter att ha uppfyllt sin plikt i livet

Where do Dogs go - 2025-11-10 14.47

Les chemins de nos vies sont souvent parsemés de questions.
The paths of our lives are often filled with questions.
Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer Arranger / Guitar / Bass
Régis GAUBERT : Arranger / Keyboard
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter / Singer

Lyrics
Au tournant de nos routes on laisse des visages
Des amitiés dissoutes ou parties en voyage
Il y a les heures qui tournent et le temps qui se fige
Des naufrages qu'on détourne mais qu'on garde en vestige

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Quand on se dépoussière on retient l'essentiel
Ça brille à la lumière juste un confidentiel

En détournant nos doutes on gomme des images
Des erreurs qu'on redoute comme un droit de passage
Y'a ce train qui s'en va et toi qui reste en gare
Le prochain est pour moi attention au départ

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
La vie n'est qu'une seconde pas une minute à perdre
Faisons le tour du monde au risque de tout perdre

En parcourant les routes on voit des paysages
Des clichés qui s'ajoutent à nos maigres bagages
Ces années qui s'échouent qui ne reviendront pas
Autant de rendez vous où l'on n'était pas la

Tous les si j'avais su , et si , ou pourquoi pas
Interrogent nos vies à chacun de nos pas
Avant qu'elle ne s'achève vivons à l'heure d'été
Si le ciel n'est qu'un rêve rien qu'une absurdité

At the turning point of our paths, we leave behind faces
Friendships dissolved or gone on a journey
There are hours that pass and time that stands still
Shipwrecks that we turn away from but keep as relics

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
When we dust ourselves off, we remember what's essential
It shines in the light, just a secret

By turning away our doubts, we erase images
Mistakes we dread like a rite of passage
There's that train leaving and you staying at the station
The next one is for me, watch out for departure

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Life is just a second, not a minute to lose
Let's travel around the world at the risk of losing everything

Traveling the roads, we see landscapes
Shot that add to our meager baggage
These years that are running out, that will never come back
So many appointments we didn't keep

All the “if only I had known,” “what if,” and “why not”
Question our lives with every step we take
Before it ends, let's live in summertime
If the sky is just a dream, nothing but absurdity
© Philippe SEGUINARD/Régis GAUBERT/Guillaume DULER Novemdre 2025

Tous les si j'avais su  TRANSLATED

I started out writing a Christmas song and then this happened. As i was writing down the lyrics a little hand took my hand and this happened...What if Children ruled the world. They are born with so much Love and so much happiness and Innocence and then we , the Adults teach them how to be Adults ...what if it went the other way...what if they taught us about being a Child again, Remember Happiness, Love and peace. I know its only a Song but wouldn't it be great to be an Adult and to actually believe in these things once again. With this thought i would like to wish you all a very happy and peaceful and childish Christmas...Love Johnny 
Johnny

If Children Ruled The World

vocals:  J.D. Felix, Joe Felix
written and performed by L.A. Ferguson

My Egyptian [Take I]

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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Guillaume DULER : Songwriter & Singer
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Tous les si j'avais su TRANSLATED

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