J'aime beaucoup la composition  - - - - - - - le piano est somptueux sur l'intro et la fin - - - - - - - le texte est très fort,  et ton interprétation habitée  - - - - -- - - - - bravo à tous !  - - -- - - - - - : : - - - -- - - ) )

wow, awesome work - great vocals and message, wonderful band ! <3

Magnifique cette chanson, beaucoup de force exprimée, bravo à vous trois !

Your Mix 2

"Night Drive" avaliable on all streaming platforms!
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3iphfRlLX89XimZmr87N7g
Bandcamp: https://tfm85.bandcamp.com/album/night-drive
AppleMusic: https://music.apple.com/ie/album/night-drive-feat-tensile-force-single/1796426280

Lyrics:

Neon cities
Neon skies
Neon lights
I'm racing the cars
Racing the cars
Racing the cars
Oh racing the cars
Racing the cars

Foot on the gas
Flooding my senses
I let the radio
Feed my brain
That's what I want
That's what I want
Oh that's what I want
That's what I want

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name, by my name

Speeding fast
Chasing the stars
The city's pulse
Beats in my heart
In my heart
In my heart
Oh in my heart
In my heart

In the night
In my car
We cast all aside
We race in the light
Race in the light
Race in the light
Oh race in the light
Race in the light

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name

Pulsing stars, let the colors burn
No way back, there's no return
Faster still as the echoes play
Neon skies call me by my name, by my name

The morning comes
The lights are gone
The night moves on
Where I belong, I belong

Night Drive

Here's my latest track, Dystopian Dreams.
This one takes a different direction compared to my previous releases, it captures a haunting, immersive dystopian vibe with shadowy synth textures and a slower tempo.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5Wa0g7VQ88lIaJhtMWXxXM
Bandcamp: https://tfm85.bandcamp.com/track/dystopian-dreams

Dystopian Dreams

A new project made with Hardtop86
>>>>>>>>>>> https://soundcloud.com/therealhardtop86

Double Deuce (Synthbuster, therealHardtop86)

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

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

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 (help!)
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 là 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 (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue 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 mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Night on Earth (Rehearsal)

I had Spitfire Solo Strings gifted to me a while ago, I’m not even gonna say how long, it’s embarrassing. This track took forever. I knew exactly what I wanted (like I always do), but getting it to sound the way it did in my head? Nope. I lost count of how many times I rage quit.. but I always came back. I’m so glad I’m a stubborn bitch with a caffeine addiction and no sense of when to give up, because now I finally love how it turned out. Worth every dramatic sigh, every thrown cushion, and every “I swear I’m deleting this forever.” 💥🎻☕

I hope it brings you even a sliver of the ridiculous joy I felt when it finally sounded right, because this one nearly broke me and my keyboard. I'm not sure I will ever do another.

☕ The coffee machine let out a steamy wheeze and muttered, “My beans.... my soul.... I can finally rest”.
💿 The microwave blinked slowly and whispered, “That sound you hear? It’s the universe exhaling”.
💨 The kettle let out one last hiss and shrieked, “SHE FINISHED IT, SOMEBODY WRITE THIS DATE DOWN”.

Made in FL Studio using u-he Diva, Arturia Analog Lab, Omnisphere, Vital, and Spitfire BBC Symphony Orchestra. Additional textures from LABS and custom sample layers. Reverb by Valhalla. Also features Spitfire Solo Strings and the Arturia KeyLab Essential Mk3 (61-key)

🎬 Not a movie 🎞️

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

By this time, Bonnie Tyler's hit song theme is an understatement. We need a bunch of heroes. 

Nifty Collective-Save the day

Foujita          ( translated after French Text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/wG4DmzweoTE

Texte :             Philippe J.  (@PhilippeJ.)
Chant :            Delphine     (@Ze Delph )
Musique : Alain Illos
e vous attends ici comme je vous sais là-bas
Et déjà de Paris si loin des embarras
Vous nous avez quittés mais vous n’avez pas fuit
Je vous sais étranger à tout ce qui ennuie
(Seulement) À tout ce qui ce qui ennuie
Foujita
Dans ce café maté ou s’entassent nos vies
Amère destiné qu’un passé déconfit
Je les vois défiler ces années, Ho chat oui !
Et si désemparée, je vous cherche, Dandy
Où sont passés Soutine et Modigliani ?
Que nous dit Picasso, loin de l’académie ?
Quand Zadkine est parti vivre aux États-Unis
Vous peignez loin d’ici mon portrait alangui
Mais moi je suis restée dans le vieux Montparnasse
Mon regard décalé s’embue et je me glace
Je voudrais présager votre retour en grâce
Léonard, Léonard, mon ami
Aussi je vous écrit Foujita aux traits fins
Aux blancs évaporés, aux gris évanescents
Et je m’évanouis lorsqu’en y repensant
Je fonds et me répands aux lits de vos glacis
Merci à vous Fuji, ô parure de mode
Homme déraciné, d’un monde qui désaccorde
Épris de liberté comme des anciens codes
Pour ce portrait léger, je vous le dis, merci

I wait for you here as I know you are there
And already so far from Paris and its troubles
You left us, but you did not flee
I know you are a stranger to everything that bores
(Only) to everything that bores
Foujita
In this dark café where our lives are crammed together
Bitter fate, a ruined past
I see those years go by, oh yes!
And so distraught, I search for you, Dandy
Where have Soutine and Modigliani gone?
What does Picasso tell us, far from the academy?
When Zadkine left to live in the United States
You paint my languid portrait far from here
But I stayed in old Montparnasse
My offbeat gaze clouds over and I freeze
I would like to predict your return to grace
Leonard, Leonard, my friend
So I write to you, Foujita, with fine lines
With evaporated whites and evanescent grays
And I faint when I think back
I melt and spread across the beds of your glazes
Thank you, Fuji, oh fashion adornment
Uprooted man, from a world out of tune
Enamored of freedom like the ancient codes
For this light portrait, I say to you, thank you

Foujita  avec Delphine

The final one of the series of rough demos created by Hubert Stytz 
Hubert Stytz: vocals, all instruments, composition and arrangement
Pee Gee       : lyrics

Inspired by the overwhelming beauty of nature and the secrets of meditation ,  calmness  and mystical miracles!
INANNA

There´s a sound as darkness grows
In the moorlands till the nightwind blows
There´s a whisper up in the evening sky
Out in the distance the seagulls cry

Inanna.. Inanna.......Inanna.. Inanna

There´s a glow, a flickering in the air
Causing a change, a change of atmosphere
When the sun goes down , it´s fiery red
The moonlight shines so bright instead

It´s the wind that whispers in my ear
Sweet words of soothing I yearn to hear
As we sit  and watch the glowing stars above
Peaceful hours bring words of love

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna...Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna.......

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna.. Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna..a touch under cover of darkness

Inanna.. Inanna.. a walk............................................

Inanna

This is a track that Jeff and Mahan Mahan had started and almost finished by the time I took a listen.   When I did , I loved it.    

Mahan 💀 Mahan  - beats, bass, synth, acoustic guitar
Stonerjazz - vocals/lyrics
TexMex Shaman - electric guitar and mix 
 

lyrics by Stonerjazz:

ponder and ponder if you wanna
speculations bout meanings and measures and structure
of time and the present
and yet it remains completely unknown
made no dent in the fabric
of monstrous illusion
collusion of unseen forces
nibbling away with whispers
while meekly we, perish, never knowing
what we're feeding
believers believing bleeding rivers of remorse
and of course, the horses don;t ponder for a moment
the nature of being--
--stonerjazz

Nature Of Their Being - w/ Stonerjazz and Mahan 💀 Mahan

This is a new instrumental experiment in the world of synthwave – featuring a driving four-on-the-floor rhythm. A fusion of retro-futuristic vibes and atmospheric synth textures, this track takes you on a journey through neon-lit streets and distant digital dreams. Perfect for late-night drives, creative sessions, or simply escaping into a world of nostalgia.

Avaliable to stream and download:
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/0u4SMCgNW6Yi2q3wZeCiwX
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/hot-pursuit-feat-tensile-force-single/1798078399
Bandcamp: tfm85.bandcamp.com/track/hot-pursuit

Hot Pursuit

Schalter Off

Highland Dawn ( free download  mp3 )

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

French singer and sometimes songwriter😊- covers and original songs 
Thanks for listening!

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

DelhyA

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