Name: My Mind by AJIBOLA AYOKUNNU ISHOLA in JB the Curator & In2uition
Duration: 2 min 2 s
Description: My Mind is Password Protected in Christ Jesus!

JB the Curator & In2uition

The Sound of Snow Falling

Echoes Of The Awakening

Mir Bredberg Weber: Main vocal/composer
Henrik Nybo: Akk.guitar/el.guitar
Palle Hjort: Piano/Hammond/accordian
Jeppe Gram: Drums
Jakob Falgren: Bas
Carsten Sindvald:  alto saxophone
Finn Henriksen: saxophone/baritone/tenor
Kaj Schmidt-Boisen: Trumpet
Dave Hennessy: Classic guitar

Live Out Loud

Spoken For

Light bouncy tune about those wonderful moments in a new romance where you  are reading each others minds.

Reading My Mind

Beastie Boys Classic ft The Mighty Lord Finesse

Beastie Boys ft Lord Finesse - Triple Trouble (Hip-House Mix)

This song, "Neon Ghosts," uses the imagery of a decaying urban landscape to explore themes of love, memory, and reinvention in a post-apocalyptic world. It plays with the contrast between the fading remnants of the old world (represented by neon signs and billboards) and the enduring light of love and hope.

In the shadows of dead billboards, where neon used to glow
We dance among the memories, of a world we used to know
Your silhouette in twilight, painted by the setting sun
In this graveyard of ambitions, our story's just begun

We're neon ghosts in the darkness, glowing against the night
Echoes of a lost era, burning fierce and bright

Love in the age of ashes, where old dreams come to die
We'll paint new constellations, across this broken sky
In the ruins of tomorrow, we'll build our paradise
Neon ghosts of the old world, we'll make our own sunrise

We salvage bits of beauty, from the wreckage of the past
Piecing together moments, to make this feeling last
Your smile, a fading billboard, still sells me on this life
In this world of faded glory, you cut through like a knife

We're neon ghosts in the darkness, flickering but alive
In a world that's lost its color, together we survive

Love in the age of ashes, where old dreams come to die
We'll paint new constellations, across this broken sky
In the ruins of tomorrow, we'll build our paradise
Neon ghosts of the old world, we'll make our own sunrise

And when the batteries fail us, when the last light fades away
We'll ignite our own fire, to illuminate our way
For in this world of shadows, we've learned to see so clear
The beauty in the darkness, when you are near

Let the cities keep on crumbling, let the old signs fall
In the language of our hearts, we'll rewrite it all
Though we walk through a wasteland, our love's an oasis
Two neon ghosts together, defying this crisis

Love in the age of ashes, where old dreams come to die
We'll paint new constellations, across this broken sky
In the ruins of tomorrow, we'll build our paradise
Neon ghosts of the old world, we'll make our own sunrise

We're the last lights still burning, in this city of the dead
Illuminating a future, where new stories will be said
Hand in hand through the darkness, we'll light up the night
Neon ghosts of the old world, we'll burn forever bright

In the twilight of civilization, our love shines on...

Neon Ghosts

Hopeless

Close 2 me

Whoop - De - Doo

My Mind is Password Protected in Christ Jesus!

My Mind

Not A Calm Set Freestyle

Dark Breeze (Orchestral Fantasy Music 2024)

C'est l'histoire d'une mouche…… amoureuse……

Cover illustration: Alain de Maximy

La Mouche Amoureuse

Memories

Techno City

Skyrise

Sofa, kids, Alan Watts is a concept album about waking up from the version of your life you were taught to want.

From existential teenage philosophy, to invisible contracts, to the matrix of other people’s expectations… the album follows the collapse of every identity I tried to build, and the quiet strength that emerged underneath it.

It’s a journey through behaviourism, ambition, ego, money, mirrors, boundaries, and finally — the place Alan Watts was pointing to all along: the simple, ordinary miracle of being here.

Across glitch-folk, alt-electronica, whispered mantras and domestic clarity, this album charts the slow shift from “fixing myself” to “seeing what’s what.”

No masks.
No heroics.
Just the truth that survived the noise.

Made with the Quantum Me process — one breath, one insight, one song at a time.

Thank you for listening.
Take me home.

Water held by stone

And he said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.”

My Mind

AJIBOLA AYOKUNNU ISHOLA

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