Another piece based on the synth compositions from my long-past teenage years. The main theme (slightly rewritten) comes from a short piece I named The Mist Majesty, which, in my opinion, had a distinct autumnal flavor that I wanted to preserve and emphasize in this rewrite. It is also about something else, but autumn is unmistakably present, and I think the watercolor I chose as the cover fits perfectly.
Completed in April of 2025.

Morceaux For Piano, E Minor

Homemade record without edit. - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

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

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Andantino dal Notturno N° 2 Op. 4 J. K. Mertz - I. M. Regazzo (2024) HD

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Original track by Oziumpoet
Guitar and Bass by Robert Grigg

Sand Walker - Oziumpoet & Robert Grigg

lucky to be 

talking about the cold cold wet winter    		
La Nina is promising to bring us this year   		
You say you don’t like wasting time on such small talk 	
But the weather keeps changing in such big big ways   	
And can you deny the size of those waves  		
Can not deny the size of these waves			

We’re shopping at Big Lots store closing sale
We’re looking for bargains on bargains on bargains
Its so much better than the zoo at the wallyworld
You won’t ever find me there on black Friday
But can you deny the size of those savings
You can not deny the size of those savings

We walked to MacDuff’s for a couple of beers 
We sat in the back while the band set up their gear
We snuck out the side door when they started to play
strolled home hand in hand under the moon in the sky
and can you deny the size of that satellite
I can not deny the size of that satellite
you can not deny
aren’t we 
Aren’t we so lucky to be 

I’m holding you tight under the covers
Here in my arms where you’re cozy and warm
And it doesn’t matter if it’s stormy outside
Here in my arms you can weather the storm
And can you deny the size of my love for you
Can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny the size of my love for you

Talking about the cold cold wet weather
La Nina is promising to bring us thing year 
You say you don’t mind the cold dark wet days
As long as together we can weather the storm
And can you deny the size of my love for you
Can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny the size of my love for you
You can not deny
Aren’t we 
aren’t we so lucky to be
Yes we’re so lucky to be

Lucky to Be

I found a vinyl in a future landfill
Etched with a hymn from a world that stands still
A tune hummed by ghosts who forgot how to bleed
Lyrics erased by the ache they don't need
The needle spins backward, but the static still speaks:
"Dance with the answers that buried their questions deep."

The first rule is there are no rules
The only truth's a hall of mirrors
We're all saints writing devil's gospels
Chasing tails through the fog of years

The clock that's right twice a day
Only ticks when you look away
The fire that melts your chains
Burns colder in the rain

We're Schrodinger's cats in a box made of time
Half-alive poets, half-dead-end rhymes
The atheist prays to the dice in his hands
The pessimist's roses outlive his best plans
You can't win the game if you don't take a side
But the board's made of smoke, and the pieces have died

The liar claims this line is untrue
The time traveler's boots have no sole to resole
The universe hums, "I'll owe you a Big Bang"
But the interest compounds in a black hole's hand

You built a dam with a sieve
Taught silence to a sieve
The map leads nowhere but back to your bones
And the phonebook's full of your name, unknown

This is the song that shouldn't exist
Born in a vacuum of crossed fists
A palindrome screamed into a void
The more it survives, the less that it's there
So play it at weddings, play it at wakes
The melody's just what the noise makes

The Song That Shouldn’t Exist

NickJC Begin Ft Michael Mayo

modern wild life

Calling the Light is a ceremonial, psychedelic journey through sound a song of remembrance, reconnection and awakening. Guided by nature, cosmic energy, and the voice of the higher self, it invites you to feel the earth beneath you, the stars above, and the infinite space within. Repetitive, trance-like mantras blend with spiritual insights, calling you home to the light that lives in all things.

for those walking the path of healing and consciousness.

Calling the Light

Watch The Shadows (Depression Version)

Lyrics

My heart is broken                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
All words are spoken
Since you have left me
My soul is frozen
I can’t forget you
Since you have left me
My soul is crushing down

I can’t escape my pain
I can’t believe 
That you’ve left me
Get out of my live
I want it back my heart
Get out of my live
I want it back my heart

I’ve lost my mind
I can’t escape my pain
Since you have left me
I’m standing in the rain
The clock is ticking
The time won’t pass away
Since you have left me
I can’t forget you

I can’t escape my pain
I can’t believe 
That you’ve left me
Get out of my live
I want it back my heart
Get out of my live
I want it back my heart

What I feel is emptiness
Since you have left me
My soul is crushing down 
By loneliness
My life is under pressure
The time won’t pass away
Since you have left me
My heart is frozen

I can’t escape my pain
I can’t believe 
That you’ve left me
Get out of my live
I want it back my heart
Get out of my live
I want it back my heart

Production notes

AI was used for this project

Get Out Of My Life

Bandcamp:   https://theseguitarssaysorry.bandcamp.com/album/pros-id
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5tdYQhRecHM6cwWaHflIKP

“That's What Friends Are For” by These Guitars Say Sorry

Recorded between Yakima and Oslo, That's What Friends Are For is a reflective, bittersweet track about holding on to connection in a world that doesn’t always make sense. Built around a simple, lyric-driven structure, the song blends acoustic guitars with gentle percussion and layered voices. The Choir of Phantoms lends a ghostly warmth, while Melina Oz (vocals), Marius Ihler (bass), and Gunnar Kjellsby (guitars, percussion, mixing, mastering) add texture and depth. There’s sadness here, but also a quiet resilience — a sense that even when “the sparrows... are flying” and things fall apart, some friendships remain.
LYRICS


**That's What Friends Are For**

You and I, a sunlit sky, and them
We close our eyes and sometimes we pretend

Walk on water, swim against the tide
Gazing at my shoes, I wonder why

But it doesn't stop you trying
And now the sparrows — they're all flying

That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

Shadows fall on leaves as they descend
Stand beneath the trees with my old friends
Laugh at jokes I've heard ten times before
It doesn't matter — that's what we're here for

I can't help feeling that they've trained us well
Promising us heaven
While we're living here in hell
How it works out — well, it all depends
On you and I, a sunlit sky, and them

But it doesn't stop you crying
And now the sparrows — they're all flying

That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

The Song That Shouldn’t Exist

Axioms of Mediocrity