Grosse caisse bien compressée😉, beaux mix👍

Me encanta la calidad del sonido de estas producciones !

Un excellent texte, profond sur une superbe musique, un petit coté Cabrel, magnifique :)

Otherworldly and very cool ⭐️🔥⭐️

Sympa le rythme & comme toujours les sons de guitares sympas aussi. 🎸🎸✨👌

So glad to discover this older song. I'm totally hooked. Best wishes and thanks Philippe and Guillaume.

Outstanding song. Warm, tight sounding band, thoughtful lyrics. Wonderful!

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Notre vie n'est elle pas qu'un vaste mensonge dans ce que l'on a fait , ce que l'on fait et ce que l'on fera ? Où se cachent nos mensonges ?
Compositeur-Arrangeur : Philippe SEGUINARD  Auteur mélodiste : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'ai fait beaucoup de mal
Ma peau est si chaude
Abîme abyssal
Je survis en fraude
 Sculptez ma pierre tombale
Je déménage à l'aube
Dites à la brume de descendre
Dans sa plus belle robe

Where fate lies ?

Qui étrangle ce goût vivant
D'aller dans le présent
J'ai des preuves que les gens meurent
Assez de prières et de pleurs
Toutes les vies sont glissantes
Je crois qu'on ne s'aime pas.
On jette ceux qui nous détestent
On pardonne à ceux qui restent

Where fate lies ?

C'est quoi la règle du jeu
Solitaire de la mort
Des espoirs pour un peu
Je sais pas si j'ai tort
Pas même la pluie enfin
Dans des rivière perdues
Ne perd son chemin
Sa raison d'être son but

I've done a lot of damage
My skin is so hot
Abyssal abyss
I survive as a fraud
Carve my tombstone
I'm moving at dawn
Tell the mist to come down
In her best dress
Where fate lies?
That strangles this living taste
To go into the present
I've got proof that people die
Enough praying and crying
All lives are slippery
I think we don't love each other.
We throw away those who hate us
We forgive those who stay
Where fate lies?
What's the rule of the game
Solitaire of death
Hopes for a little
I don't know if I'm wrong
Not even rain at last
In lost rivers
Does not lose its way
Its purpose its goal
© Guillaume DULER / Philippe SEGUINARD  2022

Where fate lies  (feat Sylvie Tiret)   TRANSLATED

D'après le film " The Man from Earth " de Richard Schenkman . On a remplacé le personnage principal par un tueur professionnel 😱 !!! 
Based on the film "The Man from Earth" by Richard Schenkman . We replaced the main character with a professional killer 😱 !!!! 

Composer : Philippe SEGUINARD 🚲
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER 🛶 

Lyrics :
Il paraît qu'il n'y a pas de sot métier
Le mien c'est tout simplement de tuer
Je suis l'meilleur dans ma catégorie
J'ai ôté la vie dans tous les pays
Je travaille pour tous les gouvernements
Les rois , les riches maffieux les présidents
Je suis très cher mais je suis efficace
Quand j'élimine je ne laisse pas de trace

Oh les scènes de crimes !

J'ai liquidé pas mal de vrais méchants
Mais comme j'assassine pour le plus offrant
Je ferme aussi les yeux des faux gentils
Car pour moi toutes les vies ont un prix

Oh les scènes de crimes !

Je frappe tel un virus sans distinction
Je n'ai pas de lois pas de religions
Je suis bien né avant toutes ces chimères
J'ai 14 000 ans et des poussières

Holocène de crime

Personne n'a jamais vu mon visage
Je suis une ombre un fantôme sans âge
Je suis un salaud dix fois millénaire
Toujours debout sur cette pauvre Terre
Pourtant je peux mourir à chaque instant
C'est pour vieillir que je mets plus de temps
Je sais que c'est très difficile à croire
Les preuves sont dans vos livres d'histoires

Holocène de crime

They say there's no such thing as a fool's job
Mine is simply to kill
I'm the best in my category
I've taken lives in every country

I work for every government
Kings, rich mafiosi, presidents
I'm very expensive but I'm efficient
When I eliminate I leave no trace

Oh the crime scenes!

I've taken out a lot of real bad guys
But since I murder for the highest bidder
I also close my eyes to false good guys
Because for me, all lives have a price

I strike like a virus without distinction
I have no laws, no religions
I was born before all these chimeras
I'm 14,000 years old and counting

Holocene of crime

No one has ever seen my face
I'm a shadow, an ageless ghost
I'm a bastard ten thousand years old
Still standing on this poor Earth

Yet I could die at any moment
It takes me longer to grow old
I know it's hard to believe
The proof is in your history books

Holocene of crime

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER 2024

Holocène De Crimes   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

New Collaboration with the Multi-Talented Lou Osiavo ( Ian Greaves )
Please show him some love with all the brilliant work he does on Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/user-659662265
Lyrics :-
If it's working for you
Entitled to your 
Point of view
But it's not working 
For me
I would rather find the truth
No matter
What the scholars say
They don't 
Mean much these days

History
Don't reflect
And it 
Don't resonate
Brave new world
We found out
What this place
is about

If it's working for you
Entitled to your 
Point of view
But it's not working 
For me
I would rather find the truth
No matter
What the scholars say
They don't 
Mean much these days

Don't mean much these days

Lou Osiavo / winkandwoo 2024

Mean Much

Mean Much - Lou Osiavo & winkandwoo

<< my last walk in the french quarter>>

I’m crossing Ursulines
To the park by the riverside
And the cold wind stings
And it don’t help my blues

It’s still dark outside
not another soul in sight
Then an old man comes up
“I bet I know
Where u got yo shoes”

“Well you got them on your feet!”
But then he sees my tear stained cheeks
“Son, I’ll leave you alone, you’ve got troubles on your on,
It's these women here, you know”,and then he turns around and goes

And so I continue on.
And I hear the river sing her song
It comforts me Til i believe i can be strong

into the breaking dawn
Saint Louis' spires begin to glow
It’s time to face the music 
This i know

Another Red sky at morning
and it’s too late to heed the warning
You know I never did belong
The french quarter’s not my home
here i never can be free
I know you’ll never leave


So there’s nothing left to say
I’ll just be on my way
But i will keep you in my heart Until I fade away

My last walk in the quarter

'for the better'

art: Gems

So, I just dropped my kids off to the ex
and drove away empty hearted
to the restaurant in town where my sweetheart works.
I felt bad because I didn't immediately say 'hi' to her when I first walked in the door
because I had to piss so fuckin' bad.
When I emerged from the washroom,
with freshly washed hands,
I worked myself to the empty side of the bar.
Along the way, Gems walked by me without a glance, despite my mediocre attempt to divert her attentions.
'Had I upset her somehow?'
is what I feared to myself as I found my way to the quieter side of the bar.
I guess I hadn't, as she was almost immediately pouring me an OV to place before me to quench my thirst to satisfy my sorrows.
But now I'm falling asleep until tomorrow. 

I played my guitar on her front porch, waiting,
as I watched the moon cross the horizon.
Smoked sativa cigarettes 
as I fucked with this guitar line 
and wrote these words 
that I am reading 
to all of you 
right now.
Everything about her is inspiring.
She's my muse. My Gems. For now. Or forever? 

I sincerely hope I don't push her away
like I've done with everything else in life.
Up to this point.
Everyone can change as I aspire to always do.
For the better.

for the better

Sweet dreams, collected relaxing music

warm breeze

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Cosmic Soup

Fireproof

Lyrics:
I'm the dark prince
On leave from the castle
The wine was over served
Feasting on the metaphors
Operas left unheard
Jewel encrusted areoles
Glass bottom gondolas
The saccharine muses
Behind the literary personas
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

Your God's most marvelous creation
In between the inhalations
I'm stuck here in this tourist trap
On the Astral Plane
I have nothing left to lose
And nothing left to blame
Synesthesia feelings
Have a similar refrain
Will you share this fever dream, my love? (2X)

My European suits
I'm a gentleman of leisure
The sounds from the unknown
Message and receiver
The trumpets blast in the city distance
I'm among the bourgeois class
Napoleonic pursuits
Kept under wraps

You were lost in my dream
I had your hand
I lost you in the waves
You were lost to the sea
I look for you everywhere I go
In the rental cars
The midnight bars
In every future embrace

Will you share this fever dream, my love?

Fever Dream

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

A Visit to The Stream (Lyrics in description) - 2025-04-13 12.50

Dog Eat Dog

Original demo recorded: 2015
Remaster: 2025

The Twists And Turns Of Youth

The world of the 1980s has long since disappeared. Nonetheless, the past speaks through to the present through the power of recording technology. This album contains a concise and accurate overview of David's catalogue and his style. From his own compositions, to instrumentals, to covers of Dylan and Cash, we see that the decades may pass and the creators may die; but even in analogue form, the voice can obtain immortality...

5 - Please Don't Stay Angry

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

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 )
Philippe SEGUINARD : Composer-Arranger & Musician
Guillaume DULER : Songwriter & Singer
Thanks to everyone for the listens, likes, reposts and comments ... 💙🤍💖
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Where fate lies (feat Sylvie Tiret) TRANSLATED

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