🌕🍇 Jelly on the Moon (The Vocal Voyage) 🍇🌕

Hey everyone, I just want to apologise for how long it’s taken me to release the vocal version of Jelly on the moon. I originally made the instrumental three months ago, and it’s been a real challenge to add vocals while keeping the bouncy, fun energy that made the original so special. On top of that, I’ve had to move back to the UK for a while, which has taken up a lot of my time and energy. I’m really sorry for being absent for so long, and I truly appreciate your patience and support. I hope you enjoy this version as much as I enjoyed creating it.

Still squishy. Still bouncing. I engineered my vocals to match the playful, bouncy energy of the original instrumental, bringing a lively, cartoon-like character to the performance. I twist and dance with the rhythm, turning the groove into a moonlit party full of joy, laughter, and footloose jelly friends.

💫 For everyone who’s ever danced like no one was watching.. on another planet.

💨 The kettle hissed with pride and squealed “She sang with the jelly, do you understand the bravery?”
🌀 The blender twirled dramatically and declared “If this track were a dessert, it would sing its own topping”
🧊 The ice dispenser cracked with emotion and sighed “She sounds like stardust doing karaoke”

🩰 Built for midnight wiggles, lunar twirls, and jelly choreography with no rules.

🛠️ Mixed in FL Studio with bubbly synths, helium harmonies, and exactly 0% shame.

Not for the charts. Just for the joy. 🍇🌕

****Lyrics****

Moon jelly jiggle
Zero-G wiggle
Got no map, just snacks and giggles

Slipped on a crater with a custard shoe
Spinnin in circles like fizzy shampoo
Stars in my pockets, jam in my hair
Bouncin like a bubble in banana eclaire

Toast me light like a marshmallow swoon
I got jelly, jelly on the moon

Jelly on the moon, I’m stickin to the beat
Bouncin through the stardust with marmalade feet
Moon boots wobble, Saturn says “whoa”
Spoon fed rhythm in a galaxy glow
We got jelly
Jelly on the moon

Gravity’s gone, so I float with flair
Dippin my dance in vanilla air
Cheesecake comets doin the twist
Got a grape jam planet on my bucket list

Wobble like a pudding in a cosmic cartoon
Yeah I got jelly, jelly on the moon

Jelly on the moon, I’m stickin to the beat
Bouncin through the stardust with marmalade feet
Moon boots wobble, Saturn says “whoa”
Spoon fed rhythm in a galaxy glow
We got jelly
Jelly on the moon

Gelatin skies, neon whipped cream
Floating through a peppermint dream
Zero percent logic, one hundred percent tune
Come get sticky in the jelly moon room

Wiggle that wobble
Lick the Milky Way
Bounce to the bassline
In a marshmallow sleigh
Yeah we’re floatin
Jelly slippin, space trippin
Zero gravity zippin
Hands in the syrup, hips in the stars
This ride’s got snacks and no seatbelts or bars

Jelly, where? On the moon
Bouncin, how? Like a toon
Sticky, yes, Cosmic spoon
Jelly on the moon, let’s go soon
Jelly on the moon, no time to land
We got s’mores in orbit and beats on demand

I came for space travel
I stayed for the jelly
I came for space travel
I stayed for the jelly
I came for space travel
I stayed for the jelly
I came for space travel
I stayed for the jelly
I came for space travel
I stayed for the jelly

Everybody loves jelly!

🌕🍇 Jelly on the Moon (The Vocal Voyage) 🍇🌕

The Principles

Fearless Wisdom

"The Carpet Crawlers" is a song written and performed by the English progressive rock band Genesis, recorded for their sixth studio album The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. The song tells the section of the album's story where Rael, the lead character, finds himself in a red carpeted corridor surrounded by kneeling people crawling towards a wooden door. Rael dashes by them towards the door and goes through it. Behind the door is a table with a candlelit feast on it, and behind that, a spiral staircase that leads upwards out of sight.

The complex symbolism of Peter Gabriel's lyrics has been interpreted as referring to the fertilization journey or as describing a scene inspired by Gnosticism in which humanity is misled by the 'callers': instead of the promise of heaven, the carpet crawlers find death and rebirth to a hellish environment.
The song has been described as "one of the all-time examples of progressive rock perfection" by Pop Matters".                      Wikipedia

Mastered Track; Distrokid Mixea
Image: SHIMADA MASAKI

The Carpet Crawlers-Genesis (Cover)

After going through many stages, my signature hard rock track is now reborn! Thanks for listening!

Wolf’s Rock (New Edit)

they say you live to learn. however, this dutiful view ignores that there are things worth perceiving and experiencing that only become apparent when you do the opposite: unlearn. unlearn routines, rules, patterns, standards and schemata with which we fill the drawers of our worldview as if that somehow made us wiser. in the end, we know nothing at all, and that to perfection. like grandmasters of a pentatonic riff.

what about things that challenge the familiar in an engagingly irreverent way and openly question everything we've learned? dadaism, for example, which I btw associate with the only instance of unlearning I regret: the loss of most of my knowledge of french.

in the 70s I spent a lot of time in la rochelle and I was able to converse avec les gens là-bas almost as a matter of course, even though, as proud french people, they didn't even consider speaking a little slower and more clearly for me. no mercy!

this fabulous period was followed by decades without any linguistic contact. so, when I finally had the chance to speak french with someone again, I couldn't remember anything. zero. all gone. just fragments. and that despite the fact that I had even written a french poem (ok, admittedly with the help of the fave cactus fruit of mr. leary, which https://soundcloud.com/imre-lodbrog has just sung about that unparalleled brilliantly. 

I dedicated the poem to alfred jarry, ingenious pioneer of dada. (further dedication stuff https://youtu.be/TvBhSEF0H6I?si=O9IgVXlscnHy97s2 ).

unlike my language skills, the poem has remained to this day, as well as two attempts from back then to set it to music.

the first was just purist: spoken vocals with melodic tendencies, accompanied by medieval 4/4 percussion and sparse low strings, later adding third and fifth voices like minstrel singing.

the second version was due to my absolute love of serge gainsbourg's songs (especially with jane birkin) and my fascination with the arrangements/melodies of french ballads from the late 60s and early 70s.

there were rough demos of both, but never the vocals I had in my head. until today. 

it's nov 1st, the anniversary of jarry's death. and I thought I'd pay him tribute. with both versions, which he would surely have found merde!

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

for reasons of space, an english translation can be found under the second version.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Si les miroirs mentent ou rêvent de leurs reflets,
Si Dieu écrit encore quand sa plume tremble,
Ou si le temps s’endort dans un verre de lait.

Pourquoi les chaises songent aux jambes perdues,
Et les fenêtres prient pour rester éveillées ?
Le vent qui passe écrit des mots inconnus
Sur les rideaux froissés de la vérité.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, j'explique le monde

Un chat s’endort debout, prophète de l’absurde,
Son œil comprend ce que ma tête refuse,
Il dit : « Penser, c’est creuser un trou sans mur, »
Puis rit d’avoir compris qu’il s’y amuse.

Les montres saignent lentement leur heure creuse,
Un coq de fer annonce un matin inutile,
Je cherche un sens, il fuit, rieur, sous la pelouse,
Et me fait signe d’un geste immobile.

Dans une auberge ...

Si le silence a peur des horloges qui chantent,
Alors le cri des fleurs devient une prière,
Et le néant, coiffé d’une ombre élégante,
Apprend à danser dans la poussière claire.

J’ai vu le ciel écrire en bleu sa lassitude,
Les anges, las, buvaient du thé sans éternel,
Et chaque goutte avait le goût des habitudes
Qu’on oublie mal, même au fond du réel.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je demeure,
Entre la tasse et le doute, un peu penché,
Le monde tourne, ivre, en cherchant sa rumeur,
Et moi, je bois pour ne pas y penser.

Dans une auberge ...

L'Auberge Absurde 1

A song dedicated to forbidden love that patiently awaits its moment, if it is to come.
Mery Navarro (lyrics)
Sergio Párraga (music)
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Mery Navarro: voice
Adrián González:  electric guitar
Sergio Párraga: keyboard, bass, choirs, conga drums, programming drums
and production
Laura Quirós: front page

Mery:
https://on.soundcloud.com/zEgZ6rSdBftcUgToWs

Adrián:
https://on.soundcloud.com/lFqTMqT1I8jbyI455Q

Dulce tabú (Mery Navarro)

ITS NOT EASY_ 2

Coercive is an ambient exploration of control, tension, and the quiet unease that hides beneath relationships. Through evolving textures, and fragile melodic fragments, the track reflects the slow erosion of boundaries — the way affection can twist into pressure, and intimacy into power.
This piece drifts through that emotional terrain — where vulnerability meets manipulation, and intimacy begins to suffocate. The layered drones and shifting harmonics mirror the emotional confusion of coercive love: beauty that feels heavy, comfort that feels conditional.
Subtle dissonances weave through moments of calm, reflecting the contradictions of affection and dominance coexisting. Every swell, every quiet decay, is a conversation between freedom and fear — between wanting to be seen, and being reshaped. 
Thanks ChatGPT !!!

As Vincent Van Gogh once said :-
Thank you for lending me your ear and if you like the sunflowers don't forget to repost, like and follow.

Coercive

Video; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xH7rgA7nEE

Made in November 2025

Never Fade

Did you ever fear the blank page ? i often do !

Shut up and play !

When doubt suddenly grips me
a blank page
not a single note
my head falters
and then everything freezes

When suddenly the desire eludes me
I can't find the words for my chords
there's no point in lying to myself

Then comes
despair
I can't even move my fingers anymore
I'm really just doing anything
but sometimes I still hear a little voice
that near me
whispers softly
Shut up and play!

When giving it all up is tempting
yes, it's silly
I agree
but I can't help it when it haunts me
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Tais Toi Et Joue ! (Translated)

The mind begins to dissolve with it’s first descent into the subconscious — where patterns unravel and reform in unexpected ways. Pulsing basslines stretch and bend, while shimmering synths ripple like echoes in a dream. It’s the sound of thought in freefall: hypnotic, fluid, and strangely familiar.

Let yourself drift. Let the signal guide you.

🎧 Headphones on. Eyes closed. Drift initiated.

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Neural Drift (Mind Array)

Allnight Alumni is a dynamic electronic music collective pushing the boundaries of psytrance, goa trance, breakbeats, and drum and bass. Our music is characterized by intricate rhythms, soaring melodies, and mind-bending sound design. We strive to create immersive sonic experiences that transport listeners to otherworldly realms.