I love the way you put song together, grow it up to center.. 😊🙏Very good music! I'm sorry my English isn't good, I'd like to say more but I don't know how to

Bonitas Guitarras Melodicas,Beautiful Track and Brillant voice!!😊✨️🔥✨️🔥🤘🏻🤘🏻

Beautiful...from the beginning to the end. Original in the melody, in the alternation of the texture of the electric guitar with orchestral moments. Great!🎸🎶🖐

Die Streicher passen hier wirklich sehr gut rein und ergänzen die Stimmung :)

Such a fantastic alternative vibe!! I truly enjoyed listening!!

Excellent part writing in the guitars and bass

2024

https://open.spotify.com/.../album/4WlAWq4IoetPduHdMwvP2B...
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=WgsvdNK4Qu8...
https://www.deezer.com/fr/album/467297765

here are the lyrics ( specialy for our talentued friend Dave ( https://soundcloud.com/junkheap) who was kind enough to take an interest.

Toy forgotten in a train station.
A past untraceable sensation.
Stolen book in the subway.
A  postcard you astray.

A record whose scratching noise you liked.
 The quiet disappearance of the day at dusk
The end of rain  under the April sun.
The voice of your father on the phone.

All the things, all the things we've lost
The ones that meant , the ones that meant the most
Forgotten ones that we were looking for
The broken things that miss us more


A dried flower missing in the pages of a book
A guitar out of tune forgotten  in an attic
the spot that fades from the breath on the glass
A doll buried under tall grass.	



The smell of leaves in the fall ,
You are twelve years old 
The safety of the sheets over your eyes 
The blue of the sea on a map at school


All the things, all the things we've lost.
All the things, all the things  we broke 
The ones that meant the most
All at the end is only a fleeting smoke



Things that miss, things that miss us more
All the things, all the things  we broke 
Things  we were looking for.
All at the end is only a fleeting smoke.

All the things we've lost

Nothing But Cold

A Song about a prostitute from Asia. 
This song was our first ballad, we wrote it before "From the Other Side" or "Bipolar Disorder".
Video-Link:
https://youtu.be/1_NgDD6Z1Bo

RedlightV2 (Video-Version)

Crank The Crush - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Electric Guitars | Heavy ROCK on the spot!

Instruments: Electric Guitars & a Heavy Metal Boss Pedal

Cover Art Design: Photo & Graphics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Music Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS CANADA


Crank The Crush M 2 SubBass EQ Compr - REKHA - IYERN [Fe]

Crank The Crush

Crank The Crush - Music by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | Electric Guitars | Heavy ROCK on the spot!

The Twist of the Tale

This is the second track off "There to here (Part 2)." It continues the story of a young man putting his feet on new soil after travelling across the Atlantic ocean from Ireland. 
It is also at Spotify at: https://open.spotify.com/track/5bvqXEYsSNF9u7oCzTQMwQ. 
The album is at: https://open.spotify.com/album/6Ku9FqCADHIPlilLXnTLTG
Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen 
Acoustic and electric guitars: Phil Bowen 
Lead and backing vocals: Phil Bowen 
Keyboards: Phil Bowen 
Lyrics
Verse 1
We sailed into port on a hot afternoon
I felt we had been back and fore to the moon
Salt in my eyes and salt in my throat
I’ve never been so glad to get off a boat

Verse 2
Rapped up in hope and quite a bit of luck
I looked up at fortune and then a thought struck
I’m a stranger in this land but I feel so at home
From my head to my feet and every bone

Chorus
To realise my every dream I’ve had
Realise the choice of good and bad
I may be a stranger in this distant land
But I feel so at home with my brother Galahad

Middle 8
I feel such an old man at age of twenty two
I’ve seen so much hardship with so much to do
I pull myself up with an invisible hand
This is my home. This is my land

Verse 3
The crowd surged forward in the afternoon sun
A voice shouted walk and please don’t run
And then I saw someone raise a gun 
It chilled the spine, I’m sure, in everyone.

Verse 4
I closed my eyes for a moment or two
The crowd surged forward. They stepped on my shoes
Crushed up together, I felt black and blue
The queue seemed so long but soon I was through.

There to Here  Pt. 2

America (Stranger in This Distant Land)

America (stranger in this distant land)

Punk Rock Zombie

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano solo. Vibraphone solo. Alto Saxophone solo. Fender Electric Bass. Roland Bass Synthesizer. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Drums Full kit trap set. Percussion Ago go Bells, Cowbell, 22" Zildjan Ride & Crash Cymbal.

Cannery Row

Night Out

  Thanks to Francesco (@francescocartocci)
for the wonderful interpretation of the guitar part ( this brought life to my initial digital sketch),  and for the skillful mix.
Our other collaborations:
@soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco


Summer Tram - with Francesco Cartocci

Play it loud 🔥

This is  the first one of the Debussy punk serie, instrumental pieces composed throughout these two latest decades !


Loony De Bussy : composition , guitars, bass, drums programming 

Nataly NGM : art cover 🧡

VENUS ON MARS / Debussy punk n°1

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

I see it now here in front of me 
Dead birds in  a burning  tree 
Where is the life ?
Where are the laughts ?
Is it to late to dream another day  

Children die in poor makeshift boats
In a sad sea where the shreds of hope float
Where is the life
Where are the laughts
Is it to late to dream a better day  

refrain : Oh nights
I can't see the light
Oh days 
Ican't fight  the blight
Evil and hell  are in closed eyes
We can’t  stop the sun dimise
Prayers and spells lost in noises 
Nothing can stop, nothing can stop  the dark tide rise


Blood and tears dry in the heat of the desert
Fear and hate rot in the depths of hearts
Where is the life
Where are the laughts
Is it to late to dream another day  

Neither skin nor breath resists the blind fire
Of the souls  remains only a dull ire
Where is the life
Where are the  laughts
Is it to late to dream a better  day

Dream A Better Day ?

OneStep[DEMO]

This is the first piece by bE AnOthEr written around ten years ago and published at the time on the social network Mupiz (for those who remember it). This is now the first track of our live set. So here is the new version, completely redone with the group. faster, heavier, finally more rock.
Bass: Stéphane Stagnitto
Drums: Yvan Ferrandi
Guitars, keyboards, words, lyrics and production: François Tamby
Guitars: Daniel Jeanroy
All voices: Aline Tamby

Dying is not a child play

The Joy Of Children

SInce some asked: Probably you cannot download our songs here, but, if you are on Bandcamp, you can download them there (link below): Just klick on purchase and enter 0€, $...every song is free, you need not pay. Then you can download the song(s). 
We are a group of 1 female, 3 male members, formed during the first lockdown in spring 2020, due to missing alternatives, style somewhere between (alternative, Pop-) Rock, Hard Rock and different styles of Metal. 
We have some videos on youtube (link below).

I am a hobby guitarist. I share some of my almost finished songs. I hope you like them as much as I do.

RedlightV2 (Video-Version)

Vibrating Metal Lady

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