Repost Exchange Hot Vibes Vol 2

This tune was released by Blondie in 1979. Performed here by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. Can you "Name That Tune"?

I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #564 by Blondie

This track is a love letter to my all-time favorite island of Fehmarn in the Baltic Sea - and some other Islands I had the luck to visit. Guitars by @ubo-music

Island (non-pop Radio Mix) [EtB & ubo]

WANNA BE FREE - OUT NOW ON ALL STREAMING PLATFORMS 😈

Wanna Be Free

A 3 track EP me and Al Ross put together!

Blood (Feat. Al Ross)

Baseline

Galactic Pulse

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

Reflection Of Life

Fly to the Other Universe

The World Between Us

“I Don’t Know” is a bright, nostalgic ride through synth-laden skies. Blending retro pop sensibilities with modern production, this instrumental track channels the upbeat, neon-lit spirit of the '80s. A punchy, melodic lead takes center stage in place of vocals, soaring over shimmering pads, pulsing basslines, and infectious drum grooves. It's playful, catchy, and filled with the kind of optimism that makes you want to roll the windows down and drive into the sunset.

I Don't Know

Shaboozey - Good News (ALGE)

My Story

You step into the neon-lit arcade, the hum of machines and the glow of screens pulling you in. Rows of classic arcade cabinets line the room, each promising a new challenge. You pick your favorite game, fingers poised on the joystick and buttons, heart racing with anticipation.

Level after level, you dodge pixelated enemies, rack up points, and feel the thrill of near victories. The crowd around you fades as you focus, lost in the digital world where every move counts. But as the final boss appears, your reflexes falter just a bit, and the inevitable happens—game over.

You stand up, a mix of satisfaction and frustration washing over you. The neon sign above flickers: "GAME OVER." Yet, you know you'll be back, ready to play again, chasing that elusive high score.

Game Over

Yooooo I'm back from a long needed break so here's to my challenge 
 I present you something different than what I've been dropping 
decided to give you a midtempo acid bass track this time around 

Track 21/52

Power 

Free Download as always and most of all thank you for your patience lets get it!!!

Thank again for all the love and support through all this 

I Don't Know

AstaticDynamic

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