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This song blends the intricate fingerstyle of classical guitar, inspired by Bach’s BWV 996, with the ethereal and melancholic warmth of Sufjan Stevens’ “Mystery of Love.” The melody flows gently, weaving an introspective and poetic narrative of love and longing, set against a serene, golden-hued landscape. Soft, emotional vocals complement the delicate instrumentation, creating an intimate, cinematic atmosphere. The song evokes a sense of nostalgia and quiet reflection, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and the bittersweet nature of time and memory.

Echoes of Time

Written and produced by © Don Minolta // Minolta Records
Artist: Dylan Stiggler

Another day
and I’ll be fine
I’ll be leaving this behind
I can only stop and talk
For a moment

Remember when
We moved in
And we’d say
hey over the fence
And we would
take the time
To talk about
The song birds

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

We load the car 
In the garage
The room I used
To play guitar
Where we washed
Our dirty clothes
Was now as quiet
As a roach

We raise the door 
It slides along
The idle motor
Hums a song
As we reverse 
Into the world
It fades to nothing

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

Mister Sampson you take care
As we drive by
But he’s not there
The road is old
the pavement’s cold
The panes are busted

Mister Sampson

Thorn

(About song) - He remembers and reminisces about a past relationship, going deep into his memories, and dreams of what it could have been...even though he still wants her for his own, he accepts the relationship is over

Best Always!,
Joella

(Song features) - Vocals & vocal chops, synth plucks, electric & acoustic guitars, grand piano, lofi keys

(Song lyrics)

I still dream of what it could have been

And in the heat of it, I still dream of what it could have been

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I still want you for my own, but I know that it's long gone, long gone

And in the midst of it, it's in the thick of it, the ultraviolet heave inside of you is imminent

And in the heat of it, I'm loosenin my grip, my baby's gone, but I still dream of what it could have been

I still dream of what could have been

And in the heat of it, I still dream of what it could have been

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I still want you for my own, but I know that it's long gone, long gone

And in the midst of it, it's in the thick of it, the ultraviolet heave inside of you is imminent

And in the heat of it, Im loosenin my grip, my baby's gone, but I still dream of what it could have been

I Still Dream

Rearview

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Keep What You Steal

Sorry haters, no cliched rap couplets in clichéd rhyme with a predictable drop. This bitch is messy art house worshiping at the alter of Tori Amos - Agnes Obel - AliceDarkFae fusion. So take your shallow taste elsewhere if ur gonna rage.

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This track is a mirror in slow motion.

It invites the listener into a space of stillness—where the voice is not reactive, but reflective. Here, silence is honored as the first language. Each word is held like a breath, shaped by intention, not impulse. "I Reflect Before I Speak" is not just a track—it is a ritual of truth, patience, and presence.

This is not restraint. This is reverence.

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I Reflect Before I Speak

A song written camping at Dwellingup with the red tail cockatoos soaring above me,  swimming in the beautiful river: a song about listening to the signs that we see along the way, and the words that people say..

Listen to the Signs

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100% Human Lyrics.
(All own original lyrics, no AI lyrics or AI assisted lyrics)

Please Note : obviously the music and vocals of these songs are created with AI Assistance.

My song experiments using A.i assisted lyrics are at :
https://soundcloud.com/a-i-abs

-Warning: occasional profanity and triggering imagery-