hi great talent, i was able to listening to your music. your energy is so infectious. keep up the good work

"Clean the Guts" would be a nice topic for this crazy world..raw and direct,merciless..No radiotune for sure..but I Love the lyrics and the tune..(remember this procedure with a bright smile😁)..great job,man!🎤🙌

killer lyrics...you always say it perfectly..I luv listening!!!

This brilliant and original and lyrically fantastic

..."a Dispeptic World"... brilliant!!! All the lyrics are Amazing, so clever...!!👍👍👍

Can be heard on the first album "Neustart". Enjoy it!

Neustart

Unterwegs

This is the opening tune of the Mediterrâneo piece. Sadly, it remains quite actual. Here I sing with my brother Pedro.

*** Lágrimas na Chuva ***

Choram nos peitos sem leite as bocas dos condenados.
Nascidos num mundo errado, eles nem entram na corrida.
Eles passam timidamente, sem malícia e sem pecado.
Definham discretamente, sem arauto e sem alarde,
e morrem sem ser notados, como lágrimas na chuva.

Lágrimas Na Chuva

Image by Stablecog AI:

When I came up with my stage name for SoundCloud,
I imagined an old organ grinder with his monkey and money cup,
cranking away on a street corner of an old cobblestone village.
But these days, the street corner was even older, as was the man himself,
along with his old synthesizer. The monkey is long gone, in case you were wondering.

Actually, I was quite surprised when the image that appeared got my glasses and my beard right, and even my blue shirt along with a pocket (where I keep my pocket protecter full of pens and pencils). Heck, it could almost have been my photo.

Ye Olde Synthgrinder

Piano Sonata No. 10

Dedicated to Johnny Ramone who once showed me how to bang an electric...got my hands on one again..could be yer worst dreams come true..

opening sound clip is Lou Reed talking to Danny Fields after hearing the Ramones for the first time...

I Just Threw Up in My Mouth

I just threw up in my mouth 
The blood and the booze I taste them both
My future's heading south 
Straight to the bottom, straight to hell 
I'm going down, down, down
I'm going down 

That bitter taste  in my mouth
Of Big Banks, Big Biz, they hoard all the wealth
It ain't good for my health 
Take you straight to the bottom, straight to hell
The dream going down, down, down
I'm going down 

Salivation
Incorporation
Ingest and Digest
Lease termination 
Regurgitation 
Fuck Obligation 
This Land and my Gut’s got
Acute Ulceration

Refluxing acid in mouth
The burn and those Billionaires building their moats
Shove this tube down my throat
From my gullet to my bottom
Slide it down 
I’m going down down down 
Shit’s going down 

Doctor help me, feel me, heal me
Help me get ready to fly
Such a funny guy

on Vacation 
from these Libations
Abstain Avoid
my Inclinations
try Dedication 
not Medication
I Sort my Stomach
but I can not Save our Nation

I'm holding it in
All this bilious liquid
I won't swallow their sin
They say be grateful and grin
Push up from the bottom, Get Out
Turn it around, round, round
Spread those profits around, round, round
Get those boots off the ground, ground, ground
Grow some love in this town


I just threw up in my mouth  
I just threw up in my mouth  
I just threw up in my mouth 




I Just Threw Up In My Mouth or  Reflections on a Dyspeptic World While Receiving Endoscopy

This instrumental track, performed by GOLTZ (Gunther Benedict-drums, Christoph Musil-bass, Mario Palaschke-keyboards), is the result of a nightly improvisation over a poem by German writer Christian Morgenstern (1871-1914).

Gruselette

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

1
On a saturday night I feel a little restless, a need for something
And after a few glasses of wine, I think:
Rest can wait until another time
Don't want to be alone 
(So I call you)
Pick up the phone

Du du-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

Chorus:
Will you come and have some fun with me?
The night is young, the wine is strong
Will you come and say hello to my crazy side?
It's pretty wild!

Dudu-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

2
On a sunday night i feel anything but tired, can't sleep
And after twisting my mind, I think:
Sleep can wait until another time
Don't want to be alone
(So I call you)
Pick up the phone

Dudu-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

Chorus:
Will you come and have some fun with me?
The night is young, the wine is strong
Will you come and say hello to my crazy side?
Its pretty wild!

Dudu-dudu-dudu..
Hello?

Pick Up The Phone

Original music, arrangement, piano, organ, bass guitar, drums, J.J. Terrell on.soundcloud.com/ErEWw3bHuvBBFXuw7
Guitar (Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba GK studio) and final mix by Neno J.

Tango passionato (Collab with J.J. Terrell)

This is an old traditional Malagasy song,
we did for you 

Kitana on vocals 
Rina on piano

Mifankatiava ihany
Raha mbola velona aina
Tsy misy toy izany ny mampifaly saina

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina re

Ny maty efa lasa
Tsy azontsika antsoina
Isika no mikasa
Ny ratsy hadinoina

Koa raha tsy fotoana ela
No hipetrahana eto
Andeha re
Andeha re mba hifamela
Andeha hifamela mba tsy harahin-tsento
Mba tsy harahin-tsento
Andeha re(Andeha re)
Mba hifamela
Mba tsy arahin-tsento

tranlation:
Let’s love one another
While we are still alive
There’s nothing more joyful than that for the soul

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

The dead are already gone
We can no longer call them back
It’s up to us now
To let go of the wrongs

So if our time here
Is not for long
Let us go
Let us go and forgive each other
Let us forgive, so no sorrow remains
So no sorrow remains
Let us go (Let us go)
To forgive
So sorrow won’t follow

Cover Solika - Mifankatiava ihany | by Kitana and Rina

Reminiscence – The Gentle Return
Sometimes the heaviest moments are the quiet ones.
When a single piano speaks louder than any voice,
not with words, but with the aching stillness left behind.

Reminiscence is the sound of looking back,
of revisiting the empty chair, the quiet room,
the laughter that once filled it – now just an echo.
It’s not a cry for comfort, but a slow exhale of memory.

This piece doesn’t try to escape the sorrow.
It walks beside it – unafraid, tender, honest.
Because some things cannot be forgotten.
They live on in sound, in silence, in the spaces between the notes.

Performed entirely on the Bechstein  –
a grand piano from EastWest, known for its haunting intimacy.
Its velvety resonance and delicate detail bring life to the sadness,
like a whispered goodbye that lingers in the air.
Every nuance was shaped by human hands – with reverence, with grief.

Part of the album Tides of Melancholy.
No AI. No shortcuts. Just soul, sorrow, and sincerity.

Composed, played, and felt by myself –
for all those who carry someone in their heart but can no longer hold them.
Thank you for listening – and for making space for this gentle return.


Reminiscence – Die leise Rückkehr
Manchmal sind es die stillsten Augenblicke, die am schwersten wiegen.
Wenn ein einziges Piano lauter spricht als jede Stimme –
nicht mit Worten, sondern mit dem Schmerz,
den nur die Abwesenheit kennt.

Reminiscence ist ein Blick zurück.
Zu dem leeren Stuhl. Dem stillen Raum.
Dem Lachen, das einmal darin lebte –
nun nur noch Erinnerung, verhallt im Nichts.
Dieses Stück sucht keinen Trost.
Es atmet die Trauer – langsam, behutsam, aufrichtig.

Denn manche Verluste verblassen nicht.
Sie bleiben – in einem Klang, in der Stille,
in dem, was zwischen den Tönen unausgesprochen bleibt.

Eingespielt auf dem Bechstein Sus Rep Lite DYN –
ein Konzertflügel aus der EastWest-Piano-Serie,
geschätzt für seine emotionale Tiefe und intime Klangcharakteristik.
Sein samtiger Ton und seine fragile Präsenz
verleihen dem Schmerz eine Stimme,
wie ein leiser Abschied, der in der Luft stehen bleibt.
Jede Note wurde mit Sorgfalt und Gefühl geformt – von echten Händen.

Teil des Albums Tides of Melancholy.
Keine KI. Kein Trick. Nur Seele. Nur Trauer. Nur Wahrheit.

Komponiert, gespielt und empfunden von mir –
für all jene, die jemanden im Herzen tragen, den sie nicht mehr in den Armen halten können.
Danke fürs Zuhören – und dafür, dieser leisen Rückkehr einen Platz zu geben.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, modification or distribution of this track is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted under applicable law.
℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Jegliche unautorisierte Nutzung, Vervielfältigung, Bearbeitung oder Verbreitung dieses Tracks ist untersagt und wird rechtlich verfolgt.
Artist & Publisher: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord – established 2012

Reminiscence

This is an album filled with my most original songs, all re-recorded, except "Thank God I've Got All of my Rowdy Friends" (recorded in 2018).  NOTE: This album is dedicated to the memory of my friend, Josh L. Conley, who passed away last September from cancer.  He and my great friend, Kelsey P. Tollett (who wrote the song), wanted me to do "He Shot a Buck", which I've recorded years later, and this album is for everyone that supported me over the years...hope y'all enjoy!

05 He Shot a Buck

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



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