Hmm, my summary,
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my soul
Without You I can be nothing
Without You I can't be anything 
Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
Summary......
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You're everything that I can ever think I am 
That I can ever think that I am 
Everything within me
Everything around me You are!
All that my heart within me can think about 
Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
Alpha and Omega 
Jehovah Rapha
Jehovah Rohi
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life
You are The Summary of my life 
Yeah, once upon a years
I never thought I'll be
But you made me a living soul
And called me to be 
He gave me salvation from the devils 
And freed generations from the demons
He gave me salvation from the devils 
And freed generations from the demons 
Ahhhh
And we all are living souls 
Ahhhh 
Ahhhh
And we all are living souls
Living in Your Word
Living in Your Word 
The summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
Summary of my life 
Summary of my life 
Summary
Arabata ríbítí
Arìbìtì rabata 
Immortal invisible God 
You are The Summary of my life 
Summary.....
You are The Summary of my life 
Summary...
The Summary of my life
 You are The Summary of my life 
You are The Summary of my life 
Oh.... Summary 
Without You I am nothing 
With You I am everything 
I can never
I can never ever
Think I'll be everything that made me who I am
To say that who is The Lord?
I need Your power 
I need Your grace 
I need more of You 
You are The Summary
Summary of my life 
Summary of my life 
Summary of my life

SUMMARY

Summary

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☛ Vocals: Melissa Hollick


Mirror Shades

Morning light through the shades in my mirror
Tired eyes from a dream gone unclear
Whispered doubts in my ear by a liar
Feeding fears that fuel up a raging fire

Walking through these streets among strangers
Feeling the weight of the world's quiet dangers
Losing track of the dreams that once mattered
Staring down at the pieces that shattered

Every day is a mountain, gotta climb it
Hiding the tears with laughter won’t cut it
I wanna break free from the chains holding me
I wanna find the strength to let my heart lead

Social screens fill my mind up with static
Chasing likes just to feel adequate
The looking glass reflects someone I'm not
Trying to love the me I've somehow forgot

What if I'm just running in circles round
What if all my hopes get lost and found
Can I face the doubts and rise above
Hold on tight to dream of self-love

Every day is a mountain, gotta climb it
Hiding the tears with laughter won’t cut it
I wanna break free from the chains holding me
I wanna find the strength to let my heart lead

Mirror Shades

This is the last track off There to here part 2. 
Composed by Phil Bowen
All instruments: Phil Bowen 
https://open.spotify.com/track/5PxEUBxFZMFVvzIv7irPRK?si=1e8c45ab70af4091

There to Here  Pt. 2

Minute by Minute

Minute by minute (Instrumental)

"Signs" is a laidback yet funky exploration of fate, superstition, and the eerie coincidences that seem too perfect to ignore. With a hypnotic groove and mysterious atmosphere, the song weaves through flickering streetlights, repeating numbers, and whispers from the unknown—leaving you wondering if the universe is sending a message or just playing tricks.

Signs

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Inner Turmoil” (studio version) reveals the song’s most powerful, gritty side: distorted guitars, punchy drums, and Sophie’s voice moving between rage and fragility. It’s the raw heart of Eileen Noise, where grunge meets unfiltered emotion.
Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie


[Verse]
She paints her face in shades of grey
The mirror cracks but she won't stay
The weight of screams she hides inside
A tidal wave she cannot bide

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

[Verse 2]
The world spins loud a reckless game
She spits the rules won't play the same
Her shadow's loud her voice defies
A thousand truths wrapped up in lies

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

[Bridge]
Her heart's a storm her veins ignite
She dances wild against the night
The chains that bound her now are dust
She's breaking free because she must

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

Inner turmoil

Homemade record . - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

Composer : J. K. Mertz (1806-56)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

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Unruhe Op.13 J. K. Mertz - I. M. Regazzo (2025) HD

"Alone at the Window" is an immersion into a suspended moment — somewhere between solitude, introspection, and soft light. With delicate piano, this track paints an intimate sonic landscape, like a quiet breath between two silences.

Let yourself drift through this contemplative piece — perfect for sleepless nights or foggy mornings.

Alone at the window (version finale soft Piano)

I wasn't the storm
Wasn't the calm
Wasn't even the damn weather report
Just a line somebody skipped
while looking for the chorus

You kept a jar of sugar packets
from diners you don't remember
Me?
I was one of those
Sweet for a second
Then tossed in the glovebox
with expired maps and parking fines

I bought you soup when your sky cracked
You left me waiting on a Tuesday
A Tuesday, man?
The least poetic day of the week

You kept my jokes
but not my number
Told your friends
"she was... funny, I guess"
Hell of a eulogy

I was just a footnote for you
barely there, barely blue
Some flicker in the rearview
of a road you never meant to drive
Yeah...
I was just a footnote for you
But you?
You were a whole damn book for me

I made you pancakes once
You said you were allergic to mornings
And love
And me, apparently

You ever try deleting a voicemail
just so you don't memorize the silence at the end?
Yeah...
Me neither

I was just a footnote for you
just a scene that didn't test well
so they cut it in the final draft
But I kept your ghost in my guitar case
your laugh in the pocket of a coat I never wear
You were thunder
And I was...
a line break
Or less

You thought I was a footnote?
Baby, I'm the erratum
Printed loud
Page one
Right under your regrets

Just a Footnote

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

"The fool is the jester, daring to challenge what other people wouldn’t. The fool is the blazer of new trails, happily taking the less beaten path because he does not know better. The fool is the one who does things because he thinks it is worth doing, not for coin or status."
These thoughts inspired lyrics good for another tune. Here it is.

chasing poems

"Quelqu'un de différent" est le titre le plus  introspectif de mon répertoire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcmhDmsez-4
Paroles:
Comme un navire se joue de tous les récifs,
Tu dis que pour toi y'a pas de château d'If.
Et tu ressembles un peu, aux oiseaux qu'on blesse,
Qui partent un jour, sans laisser leur adresse.
Chercher de l'air quand la vie les oppresse,
Si loin du doute et des matins de stress.
Si haut qu'un jour pourtant se sont brûlés,
Tu dis quand même que tu n'seras jamais:

Quelqu'un de différent,
Qu'on bâtit, qu'on façonne.
Tantôt noir tantôt blanc,
Qu'on prend, qu'on abandonne,
Aimer, ne pas souffrir,
Comprendre sans le dire, 
Connaitre sans subir,
Le meilleur et le pire.
Quelqu'un de différent.

Tu me dis que tu n'vis que pour la musique,
Tu vibres aux sons des guitares électriques.
Je t'dis pas ça pour que tu réagisses,
Méfies toi quand même, les guitares vieillissent.
Changent les sons quand passent nos années,
Restent tes notes sur les cordes d'acier.
Fidèle à elles sincères dans tes pensées,
Tu crois en elles et tu n'seras jamais, jamais:

Quelqu'un de différent,
Qu'on bâtit, qu'on façonne.
Tantôt noir tantôt blanc,
Qu'on prend, qu'on abandonne,
Aimer, ne pas souffrir,
Comprendre sans le dire,
Connaitre sans subir,
Le meilleur et le pire.
Quelqu'un de différent,
Quelqu'un de différent,
Tantôt noir, tantôt blanc.
Quelqu'un de différent.

Christian PERUTI 
Auteur, compositeur, interprète.

"Someone Different" is the most introspective title in my repertoire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcmhDmsez-4

Like a ship plays with all the reefs,
You say that for you there's no Château d'If.
And you resemble a bit, the birds that we wound,
Who leave one day, without leaving their address.
Looking for air when life oppresses them,
So far from doubt and stressful mornings.
So high that one day they got burned,
You still say that you will never be:

Someone different,
Someone we build, someone we shape. 
Sometimes black, sometimes white,
Someone we take, someone we abandon,
To love, not to suffer, 
To understand without saying it,
To know without enduring, 
The best and the worst.
Someone different.

You tell me that you live only for music,
You vibe to the sounds of electric guitars. 
I'm not saying this for you to react, 
Still be careful, guitars do age. 
The sounds change as the years go by, 
Your notes remain on the steel strings. 
Faithful to them, sincere in your thoughts, 
You believe in them and you will never, never be:

Someone different,
Someone we build, someone we shape. 
Sometimes black, sometimes white,
Someone we take, someone we abandon,
To love, not to suffer, 
To understand without saying it,
To know without enduring, 
The best and the worst.
Someone different.
Someone different,
Ssometimes black, sometimes white.
Someone different.

Christian PERUTI
Author, composer, performer.

Quelqu'un de différent

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

chasing poems

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