MANIC MONDAY
Original song written by Prince & recorded by The Bangles
Version by Overdrive & Antoine Guigan

"Manic Monday" is a song by the American pop rock band The Bangles, and the first single released from their second studio album, Different Light (1986). It was written by American musician Prince using the pseudonym "Christopher" and was originally intended for the group Apollonia 6 in 1984. Lyrically, it describes a woman who is waking up to go to work on Monday, wishing it was still Sunday so she could continue relaxing. The single, released by Columbia Records on Monday January 27, 1986, received generally positive reviews from music critics and some comparisons with The Mamas & the Papas' "Monday, Monday". It became The Bangles' first hit, reaching number two in the United States and the United Kingdom, as well as in Austria, Canada, Germany and Ireland, and peaked within the top five in Australia, New Zealand, Norway and Switzerland. It was later certified silver in the UK by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI).
(https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/2356591/bangles/manic%20monday)


KINDNESS INC

Musical project by French singer and instrumentalist Antoine Guigan, a musician heavily influenced by hip hop, electro, and folk. He has an incredibly powerful voice and is a skilled melodica player. I recommend visiting his excellent Soundcloud page: https://soundcloud.com/kindnessinc

Antoine's first EP is available on all platforms: ffm.to/sailors-ep

LYRICS

Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
(When you're having fun)

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my fun day
It's just another manic Monday

Manic Monday

This song is about what time and the ocean take from us. I imagined forgotten empires and memories buried deep beneath the waves—stone faces eroded by years, love and power both fading into silence. It’s a reflection on how everything we build, even the strongest things, eventually returns to the sea. But underneath the loss, there’s still a question echoing through the darkness: do the ruins remember us, and do they still feel what we once felt?


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Stone giants sleep now
Deep in the black
Lost to the world
Nobody looks back
Echoes of power fading

[Prechorus]
The ocean it swallows
All that we lack

[Chorus]
Sea stone sea stone
Do you weep alone
Down where the sun don't shine
Sea stone sea stone
Lost to the undertow
Are you still mine

[Verse 2]
Empires crumble dust to dust
Waves crash on
Statues falling broken now
What's left is gone
Just ghosts in the water

[Prechorus]
The ocean it claims them
One by one

[Chorus]
Sea stone sea stone
Do you weep alone
Down where the sun don't shine
Sea stone sea stone
Lost to the undertow
Are you still mine

Sea Stone

It is a polyphonic song composed as an elegy, lament, or mourning song for friends who have recently passed away.

 Below is a detailed explanation of the work in three languages:

Explanation in English:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1wAm8l7SfAR4KnIazIQnO0Qo-mJubp7Cd/view?usp=sharing

Explicación en castellano:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IDckYDZfVcle5LCI_MMH3U90U5DAG7qa/view?usp=sharing

Explicació en català.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/13I4_Jx1k0lBJRXdamI278gV8OAHdY1bK/view?usp=sharing

Com la cérvola deleix l’aigua

Hey!
Look at me
The tall one
With needles.
The one doing all the emotional labor here.
Let's begin.

Step one
Approach with respect
I may look patient
but I've been standing in the cold for months
don't make it weird
Fluff my branches gently
as if I'm royalty
and you're late with the tribute
No shaking
No "Oops"
We both know you're stronger than I am

Step two
Lights first
Please
Last year you wrapped them like a confused spider
having a nervous episode
This time
one smooth spiral
like you're teaching math
Not too tight
I like to breathe
Not too loose
I'm not a philosophy essay

Yes, I see you reaching for the tinsel
Don't
We're having a talk about that

Hang things evenly
I'm not here for your emotional asymmetry
No clumps of baubles
like I'm hoarding planets
If you must put the sentimental ornament
you made at age six
fine
just don't make it my center of gravity

Step three
Garlands
Choose one
Elegant ribbon
wooden beads
or that weird popcorn chain
your aunt insists is "traditional"
Do not combine all three
I'm a tree
not a buffet

Let's review the topper rules
no stars, none, zero
Try a ribbon swirl
a paper snowflake
or a miniature reindeer
questioning his life choices
And place it gently
your dramatic jump last year
made you limp through New Year's Eve

Hang things evenly
gravity is real
and I've met it
Balance the shiny
balance the strange
don't tilt me like
your work–life balance in November
I may look festive
but trust me
I judge

Step four
Stand back
Admire me
Pretend you participated in the process
more than you did
I'll allow it
Now plug me in
Watch the room glow
I do it for free, you know
But yes
you’re welcome

Take a photo
that makes me look taller
than the sofa
Then post it proudly
on your Instagram feed
I’ll handle the sparkle

DECORÄTEME

This song was born from watching from afar someone I care about more than words can say struggle through years of heartbreak, injustice, and loneliness. I wrote “Where the Quiet Knows Your Name” for my dear friend @DJShAnkAri, who has been carrying battles no one should ever have to face alone. Her strength, her pain, and her courage inspired every line of this song.

But somewhere along the way, the meaning grew bigger than just one person.

This song is about those moments when the world feels too heavy to hold—when fear or darkness creeps in and you can’t quite find your way back to yourself. It’s the voice that sits beside you in the quiet—whether it’s someone you love, someone you’ve lost, a higher presence, or even that tiny piece of strength inside you that refuses to disappear.

It’s a reminder that you don’t have to be strong every second. You don’t have to fight every battle alone. You don’t even have to move. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is stop, breathe, and let someone—or something—stay with you in the dark until the light comes back.

“Where the Quiet Knows Your Name” is my way of saying that no matter how lost you feel, you are not abandoned, forgotten, or unseen. Even in the stillness, even in the fear, even when you think no one could possibly understand… there is a presence that stays with you. A voice that knows your name. A quiet that holds you instead of hurting you.

Because this song was written for ShAnkAri, I also wanted to do something tangible to help her step out of the nightmare she’s been living through. I’ve started a GoFundMe to help her secure legal support and protect her and her family during this critical moment.
If you feel moved and are able to help — even a little — it truly means more than words. 🙏💜

👉 GoFundMe:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-save-shankaris-homeone-last-chance-for-justice

This song is for anyone who has ever felt alone in the shadows. I hope it wraps around you the way it wrapped around me while I wrote it… and the way I hope it wrapped around her. 🫂


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
When the night hangs heavy on your window
And the air won’t let you breathe
When the world is loud with shadows
Sit down here… right next to me
Let the trembling have its moment
Let the weight do what it must
You don’t have to rise above it
Just be still… right where you trust

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the whisper in the doorway
I’m the hand that doesn’t shake
When you can’t find where you’re going
I’m the place your fears can break

[Chorus]
Be still, and know you’re not forsaken
Be still… you don’t have to say a thing
When you’re lost and every light is taken
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

[Verse 2]
If the dark drips down your heartbeat
And your memories feel unkind
If the past crawls in beside you
Pulls your breath out of your mind
Let the hurt sit in its corner
Let the tears fall how they fall
Every storm you’ve carried inward
You don’t have to carry all

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m the echo when you’re hollow
I’m the anchor in the rain
When the path forgets to show you
I’ll remind you where you’ve been

[Chorus]
Be still, and know you’re not forsaken
Be still… you don’t have to say a thing
When you’re lost and every light is taken
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

[Bridge]
If the morning… never finds you
I’ll sit with you… in the night
If your hope… loses its color
I’ll stay until it’s bright
If you feel yourself unravel
Or forget your way again
I’ll be here… in every shadow
‘Til the shadows start to bend

[Final Chorus]
Be still, there’s nothing you must carry
Be still… you’re safe inside this flame
When the world feels far too dark to bear it
I’ll be where the quiet knows your name
Where the quiet knows your name

Where the Quiet Knows Your Name

The final composition in a four-part suite incorporating, re-orchestrating and expanding the themes originally written for my 2022 track "Year in a Day".

Autumn to Winter

"I'd Rather Go Blind" (Jordan, Foster, James) [12.01.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

I'd Rather Go Blind [12.01.25]

A 90s new man called Stan - Black Listed (Radio)

Shadows (Single - Memories & Shadows)

João Pedro: https://soundcloud.com/jotastudios
Matthew May:https://soundcloud.com/matthewmaymusic
TimiBeats: https://soundcloud.com/timibeats

Shadows (Single - Memories & Shadows)

Blurring lines between devotion, love and obsession

I've got a river running right into you,
Flowing wild and free, like the fire in my view.
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue,
Every step I take pulls me closer to the truth.
The taste of the divine, it’s burning in my veins,
Your touch ignites a storm, breaking all my chains.
You got my body, flesh, and bone, yeah,
The sky above and the earth below, what have you shown?

Raise me up again, take me past the edge,
I want to see the other side—oh, let me pledge.
Show me what it’s like, the thrill and the fear,
With you here beside me, I’ll drown out the sheer.

Raise me up again, take me past the edge,
Heaven and hell, a tightrope, I'm on the ledge.
My love, did I mistake you for a sign from God?
Or are you really here just to watch me nod?
Maybe just to turn me on, oh, can’t you see?
Caught up in your magic, it’s where I want to be.

'Cause these days, I would be lying if I told,
That I didn’t wish that I could hold you so bold.
Or maybe make a good girl bad for a night,
Together like a blaze, ready for the fight.
I've got a river running right into you,
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue.
Something you say or something you do,
The taste of the divine, oh, it feels so true.

You've got my body, flesh, and bone,
The sky above, and the earth below, we’re never alone.
Nothing to say and nowhere to go,
In this raw intensity, let our passions flow.

I've got a river running right into you,
A tempest between us, wild and true.
Through the chaos, we'll break every chain,
With a pulse on the edge—let me feel that pain.
Together we rise up, against the tide we feed,
In this raging river, love’s an eternal creed.

River Into You

An essay at the AEON.co blog in Jan 2025 features the following statement. The poet and writer Rainer Maria Rilke reportedly referred to it. 
"A ‘receiver’ doesn’t have to be chosen, they need not be a genius, they simply have to be switched on. Figuring writing as ‘receiving’ allowes to think of oneself as being ‘in service’, an ethic that continues to be attractive to those anxious about the consequences of our alienation from the natural world and looking for ways to knit us back together. Human attention is a gift, something distinctive that we can offer the nonhuman, or more-than-human, world."
The mood and lyrics are inspired by this message. 

receiver

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 ...

receiver

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