Incredible (feat. Joey Bandino)

The pale moon which illuminates,
the characters upon the lake.
The quiet shades of evening on your bag.
The nodding of the loonies, who are walking out their pooches.
Just a-spoiling for a moment to be sad.

The day you die, the manuscript, the boiler plate, the sullen crypt. 
The consequences add up to a nag.
Oh, daughter of humanity, will you hold off the cads for me? 
I only want to look into your hands.

I'm only saying stuff to see. 
To speak.
I'm hardly buying what you seek.
Too deep? 

A defecating effigy of vegetating ecstasy. 
Which sits above, in judgement on the mad.
A devastated copse of trees, requiring its worker bees. 
To make the switch from honey t'ward the jam.

And there is not a potion made, which won't require trust to take. 
They take, to take, a taker of the tack.
Oh, tochter aus... isocoles! 
The ravages! the fenugreek!?
The dealers only dealing with the lags.

I'm only trying to replace. 
Two faced.
I'm only trying to be safe. 
In space. 

See, if I give you the best of me.
You'd never taste the rest of me. 
The value added, plastic tang of love.
Oh, yeah, happy is the wooing that's-a not-a long-a doing.
They will never want for anything. Harrumph!

All as above, is as below. 
You only trust the ones you know. 
The pages turn the wheels on the tram.
Oh, daughter of humanity, can you placate your dad for me?
A self-absorbed philately of cats.

I'm only trying to negate. 
Create.
I'm only wanting to save face. 
Too late?

Well, if I can not count your sheep.
How'm I supposed to get to sleep? 
There's only so much begging for a shag.
The nighttime rolls around you so, can't get in through the windows, though.
Why d'you hold my fortune in your hands?

The bitter queen is sent away.
Mary's mother blown away. 
A man must do his best to say he'd had.
Oh, tochter aus... personify!
Freude! shöne! gotterfrei! 
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Daughter of Humanity [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

All the crowd has gone it´s the end of the show

THE END OF THE SHOW

Complex

First day on campus, she's a sight to behold,
A brilliant new professor, ambitions untold.
In corridors searching, her office unfound,
She spots a veteran, wisdom profound.
Yet his query arises with a patronizing hiss,
"Excuse me, but are you a student, dear miss?"

Constantly doubted, pushed to the side,
Her worth and work, she wears with pride.
With a glance that signifies, truly and gracefully,
gently she rectifies, "It's Doctor, actually!"

A rising star in her scientific spheres,
She returns to her hometown for holiday cheers.
Kin and neighbors, with inquisitive stares,
Cloak their unsought counsel in old-fashioned airs.
Their prying feels trivial, but hard to dismiss,
"Why don’t you start a family, dear miss?"

Constantly doubted, pushed to the side,
Her worth and work, she wears with pride.
With a glance that signifies, truly and gracefully,
gently she rectifies, "It's Doctor, actually!"

On a plane, she revises her latest paper.
The man beside, assumes he's more than able.
Diving into topics where her expertise is plain,
With unsought advice, he starts to mansplain.
He mistakes her boredom for a lack of grasp,
"Too complex for you?" he condescendingly gasps.

Constantly doubted, pushed to the side,
Her worth and work, she wears with pride.
With a glance that signifies, truly and gracefully,
gently she rectifies, "It's Doctor, actually!"

Years down the road, her career soaring high,
She joins esteemed colleagues, seasoned and wise.
A renowned academic, she takes her rightful place,
Respected and equal, with poise and grace.
Yet one elder remarks with a dismissive sigh,
"Be a dear, fetch us coffee, doctor, if you'd try."

Constantly doubted, pushed to the side,
Her worth and work, she wears with pride.
Eye to eye, she refuses with dignity,
Her assistant notes: "It's Professor, actually!"

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"It's Doctor, Actually" is not just a song; it's a narrative of resilience, recognition, and the quiet battles fought for respect in the halls of academia and beyond. This melody tells the story of a woman who, against the backdrop of her significant achievements and the respect she commands, faces casual underestimation and stereotypes that seek to diminish her contributions.

In every chord, this song carries the weight of the overlooked and undervalued, celebrating the strength it takes to stand firm in one's achievements and demand the respect rightfully earned. It's a reminder that brilliance and leadership belong to no single gender or title and that every professional—regardless of their field—deserves to be recognized for their contributions.

As we share "It's Doctor, Actually" with you, we stand in solidarity with everyone who has ever had to correct a title, a name, or a presumption. This song is for the relentless spirits, the unsung geniuses, and the quiet warriors who continue to inspire and pave the way for equality and recognition in every workspace.

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Here's to the courage of asserting one's identity and the triumph of being recognized on one's own terms.

Contradistinctions

It's Doctor, Actually

Vid of this recording: https://youtu.be/O8LqrZeDDnE?si=9Gc8ncjARQjv9lOb

Meds (live cover of Placebo song)

We live in a chaotic world filled with numerous challenges. As we often get swayed around by the unsteady stream of life, it is easy to lose ourselves in that stream; to lose sight of the miracles and joys that surround us each and every day. A light-hearted song, Tranquility reflects on some of the little things that make life beautiful and worth it all. So wherever you are and no matter what you're going through, let Tranquility surround you and rest assured that you will pull through; you will be okay.

#tranquility #jazz #soul #reflectionmusic 
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CREDITS
Vikki Minor - vocalist, lyrical composer
Alicia Monson - lyrical composer
Adam Heagle - saxophone
will.aO - producer, instrumentals

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will.aO Records | Aspiring To Recreate The Golden Sound.
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Tranquility

Tranquility (feat. Vikki Minor & Adam Heagle)

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut did a fantastic narration of "True Thomas" and I set this to music: 
https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/true-thomas-and-the-queen-of-elfland

As "musical director" (-ehemm-) I revisited the track and determined a few spots where the music could breath a little more, eventually increasing the soundscape feelings. This resulted in two increasingly 'extended' versions. This is the final one -- now valid over at Annie's too ... ;-)

True Thomas extended

The Happened

Doop Doop Yeah!

Aika

“Sky Rides Me” 

🎤 INTRO (Whispered, echo FX):
No lungs…
No sound…
Only sky above…
Only ground I trust...

🎶 VERSE 1 (gentle rap flow)
Stolen frame, turquoise ghost,
Lavender rose where memory floats.
Painted black, red fire, gold dust,
Truth on wheels, move I must.
£20 soul, backstreet deal,
Rode it like prayer, silent and real.
E-bike gone, Sunday night crime,
But the wind gave back what once was mine.

🎵 CHORUS (sung, layered harmonies):
No lungs, no pain, no chains on me,
Just flow through the infinite canopy.
Temples fade, but I still see —
The sky don’t follow, it rides me.
Candles dim, but stars still shine,
Man-made walls can’t hold the divine.

🎶 VERSE 2 (storytelling rap with emotional edge)
He saw it, said “that bike was mine,”
I paused… offered to give back time.
Didn’t fight, just peace between,
Two men held by a ghost machine.
Tyres thick, chain always skipped,
But the motion knew how to lift.
Wasn’t speed, wasn’t shine,
It was how the body aligned with time.

🌌 BRIDGE (spoken, cinematic tone):
Rooms... mosques... cathedrals fade...
They crumble beneath this sky-made blade.
All your lights, they try, they try —
But none compare to the light of sky.
Even the moon, in stillest breath,
Outshines your finest dance with death.

🎵 CHORUS (repeat with deeper harmony):
No lungs, no pain, no chains on me,
Just flow through the infinite canopy.
Temples fade, but I still see —
The sky don’t follow, it rides me.
Candles dim, but stars still shine,
Man-made walls can’t hold the divine.

🎤 OUTRO (fading chant):
I ride not to run,
I ride not to win…
The sky rides me —
Where I begin…

Ambient Acoustic, Meditative Rap, Spiritual Flow, Atmospheric Vocals, Soft Layered Harmonies, Cinematic Spoken Word, 3D Soundscape, Poetic Storytelling, Conscious Lyrics, Ethereal Beat, Introspective, Moonlight Vibe, Chill Tempo, Ambient Folk-Rap Fusion, Sacred Minimalism

Sky Rides Me

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 ...

True Thomas extended

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