Brilliant collab, that rhythmic beat is otherworldly…totally original and delightfully experimental 😎

Hey man, love Jonathan and his work. This is a wonderfully written and performed song by the two of you. I love the message in it, too, which I happen to agree with. Love it, man!

This has me hooked on so many levels.  A song & message to which I can totally relate, along with the added bonus of Mr. B's always brilliant stylings.  Who could ask for anything more?

Spot on lyrics!  Super delivery!  @jonathan_beckenstein

Ha ha! I think so to and just as well to give the youngsters some space. Love the loping rhythm and guitar stabs : )

Your Mix 1

Cover Art: Wilhelm Grimm (left) and Jacob Grimm (right), portrayed by Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann (1855) PD-US
Music and Lyrics Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino

Hansel and Gretel were abandoned by their parents in the forest all alone.
They stumbled across a delicious looking candy-coated home.  A cannibalistic witch captured them and put them in a cage. Those were the kind of stories they used to tell children at a young age.

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty and things were not going fine 
We had to sanitize the stories because our modern stomachs are weak
And you’ll get in trouble if you read a book to kids, and it makes them shriek

Three little pigs were in a brick house trying really hard to survive 
The big bad wolf came down the chimney, fell in a pot of water and was boiled alive.
Cinderella’s stepsisters wanted to marry the prince, but they couldn’t fit into her shoes so they chopped off their heels and toes because they had so much to lose 

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty, and things were not going fine 
Little Red Riding Hood in the bedroom with a wolf dressed in human clothes.
Wondering why her grandmother had sharp teeth and a snout instead of a nose. Jack climbed the beanstalk, there was a giant who wanted to grind up his bones and make some bread. He stole the magic harp and the hen that laid golden eggs and the giant ended up dead

There’s days when you want to take a sheet of tin foil and stick it in your baseball cap
To keep all those negative thoughts from getting in your head and making you a miserable chap
Did it all start when you were a child, and your mother read you that bed time story that perhaps in retrospect may have been a bit too dark and gory

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty and things were not going fine 
Now we environmental devastation, nuclear weapons and milk that might have bird flu
Just turn on the news you don’t need a fairy tale to put the fear of God in you
But if you take away all the parts that are dark, sick twisted and gory. 
Do you have anything left that actually resembles a good story.
***
Vocals and backing vocals -  Joe Stroffolino 
Guitars - Joe Stroffolino ( 2 Strumming tracks: Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire and I picking track:Taylor114ce)
Bass, Saxophone, Horns: PG Music Real tracks
Piano andi Strings: PG Music and Native Instruments
Drums: EZ drummer 3
Recorded, mixed and mastered with Logic Pro 11

The Brothers Grim

Have the number of a good friend on my phone though he’s no longer here still tempted to ring.  https://youtu.be/Emt8UtM0vsI

Jesus would not agree
But I don’t share his pedigree
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone

Hades just takes the piss
No-one rows you across The Styx
I believe
When you’re gone
You’re gone

 I keep your number on my phone
Hoping that you prove me wrong  
But when I ring it no-one’s home
You’re gone
Gone
Gone

Jesus would not agree
But I don’t share his pedigree
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone
I believe
When your gone 
You’re gone

The Atheist

The Atheist  (feat. Jonathan Beckenstein)

a little musical gift for my dear friend Francesco
@francescocartocci

la favola della buonanotte

Cover art: Publicity photo of American television host, Chuck Barris promoting the June 14, 1976 premiere of the NBC reality talent show The Gong Show.

The world can be an unpredictable dog eat dog kind of place full of all sorts of all sorts of people who can get under your skin
Sometimes you just have to smile and nod and keep your feelings to yourself and try your best just to just to take it on the chin
And there’s people who seem friendly, but they’ve got a knife in their hand behind their back
And they’re waiting for the right moment to attack
There used to be a TV show, where you could dance or sing a song
and if the judges didn’t like your performance, they would strike a gong
It sure would be nice if you could walk around with a mallet in your hand every day
And you had access to a gong you that you could strike and make annoying people go away
It sure would be nice to have that kind of power
Amateur performers of dubious talent, trying to win a small prize
Five hundred sixteen dollars and 32 cents, You could see the hunger in their eyes
Chuck Barris hosting on that Burbank stage, he knew the people competing were toast
But he smiled and tried to encourage them and be a good friendly host
The dinosaurs ruled the earth for millions of years until the asteroid struck
it was like a giant cosmic gong
Mammals arose from the rubble and now humans rule the earth, but we haven’t been around for nearly so long
We’re all just making it up as we go along hoping somebody doesn’t strike that gong
It sure would be nice if real life was more like that old Gong Show
And you could get a large gong attach it to wheels and take it wherever you go
You could follow in the footsteps of Chuck Barris and be your own gong show emcee
And whenever people start to annoy you -you could strike that gong and make them flee
He wrote a book called Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Chuck Barris was one of a kind.

The Gong Show

You got a bitch tooth and I’m going to pull it out

Bitch Tooth

i’m already 
goin’ down
to the end of the story now
wind is blowing
to the end of the story now

come away   come away

time is bending 
drifting down
spin the hourglass all around
pulverize it
spin the hourglass all around

i’m comin’ after 
i’m comin’
i’m unembodied
i’m free

i’m already 
leaving town
train is rounding the mountain now
got my ticket
train is rounding the mountain now

come away   come away
---------------------------------------------------------------------------

image from Malcom Shadrach via Unsplash


Quietus

From the Album "Gravity"  by W. Dannemann,  played by Dannemann and Friends. 
W. Dannemann:    comp./ arr., all vocals, guitars, Dannemann&Friends: add. arrangement
Pee Gee           :    Lyrics

Yesterday Is Long Ago

Now the night is fading
The dawn is yet to come
A new day is waiting
All bad dreams are gone

Time to leave..you told me
In your own personal way
You made your point clear
Come back and make my day

There is a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long Ago
Today is now ..today is real
Yesterday Is Long Ago

They say that time will heal
The wounds if you can wait
Today is now.. today is real
Never ask ..is it too late?

Let us begin the dance
Whirling into the future
Taking another chance
Holding you tight forever

There´s a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long  Ago
Today is now..today is real
Yesterday Is Long Ago

There´s a way of turning the wheel
Yesterday Is Long Ago....................

Yesterday Is Long Ago ....

Yesterday Is Long Ago

"Whatever"is an '80s-style rock song. It talks about the world of disposable and temporary things we live in, where nothing lasts long enough to become real. Friendships, relationships, love — everything is plastic and fleeting. A time without memories.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

It’s just like that, the way I recall,
Blurred-out words, nothing real at all.
I hit the street, but I’m not there,
Can’t see you — green or red, I don’t care.
I walk ahead, try not to glance behind,
Where I go, you don’t cross my mind — that’s fine.
What’s gone is gone, it won’t return,
The future waits, no need to burn.
It’s gone, it’s done — no more glory,
The fire wipes out every story.
Time just moves, it won’t relent,
Chasing wins, it kills the present.
And memory? It fades, it dies,
Just disappears before your eyes.

++++++++++PORTUGUES

Tanto faz é um rock estilo anos 80. Fala sobre o mundo de coisas descartáveis e temporarias em que vivemos, onde nada dura tempo suficiente para se tornar verdadeiro. Amizades, relacionamentos, amores...tudo é plastico e passageiro. Um tempo sem memórias.

Tanto Faz

É bem por ai, é como eu me lembro;
Palavras difusas, tudo fake;
Descubro a rua e não me vejo;
Não te enxergo, verde ou vermelho;
Sigo em frente sempre tento não olhar pra trás;
Pra onde ando não te percebo, tanto faz;
O que passou, passou. Não volta jamais;
O futuro te espera, fica em paz;
Passou, passou, não tem mais glória.
O fogo varre toda a história.
O tempo sempre segue em frente, buscando a vitória despreza o presente.
A memória se diluí, se desfaz.

Whatever (Tanto Faz)

Recorded in San Jose, Ca. Featuring Godin guitars.  Acoustic Bass. Violin solo. Acoustic Drum kit set. Percussion, Congas & Bongos. Drums & Congas played by the late Pepe Sabino r.i.p.

Spanish Winds

Falicia

Conga and Bass brothers

Feels good to upload another song! I recently moved into an old house, close to a river, it has character, I love it cause I put my old baldwin on it's original wood floors it has in the living room, love the acoustics especially with higher ceilings, I'm so thankful:) A new beginning. 

I recorded this live take late last night, close to 2am, got it my first full take, which is always nice!
I wrote this song back in 2021. An experience definitely inspired this song. Things can sure feel like heaven for awhile, then there's that tough surprise, after giving and sacrificing so much. I hope you enjoy this song, thanks so much for listening!:) 

Driving With The Moon

You couldn't sleep
I'm driving with the moon to see you 
Up your driveway
My headlights are turned off they can't see
Park along the backside through the gate cross the deck like before
Thunderstorms inside of me every time you crack open the door
And there you are
My lucky eyes

And all is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow
All is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow

Right before the dawn
I don't wanna leave but I know I have to
One more hand squeeze I finally gotta let go it hurts me
Looking back at you again that beautiful silhouette oh I adore
Driving home the world is gone one track mind there's nothing I want more
And there you are
Perfect daydream

And all is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow 
All is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow

Instrumental 

And I am ready now
You closed up your heart
Somehow somehow
Oh God, save me now 

All music written and recorded by 
© Daniel Colter Valentine

Driving With The Moon (Original Song Live)

Turn of Time / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
BPM 100
Free Download
Feel free to adding something !
If you publish it, you have to mention me in the description and title!


Turn of Time / Open Collab Offer

Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

(No GenAI used - My voice + Vst instruments)
J'ai écrit cette chanson en pensant à certains lanceurs d'alerte visionnaires et courageux dans notre histoire qui se sont battus et continuent  de se battre, souvent seuls au début, jamais dans leur intérêt mais pour un monde meilleur, quitte à chambouler leur vie à jamais
--------

J'ai marché loin des cartes
Et j'ai vu des choses qui n’existent pas encore
Des lumières dans la nuit, des arbres vieux qui chantent
Et la vie qui disait merci

Mes mots tombent, sans écho 
Tu regardes ailleurs, isolé dans tes écrans
Je trace des cercles dans le sable rouge de mon sang
Des idées debout dans un monde qui dort

J'ouvre les yeux, je suis seul sur Mars
J'entends mon cri dans le casque
Qui s'éteint dans un vide infini

J'ai pris la route sous un ciel sans phare
Cherchant l'esprit derrière le masque
Rien n'est écrit

Je grave des poèmes sur des vitres givrées
Quand tout est figé, exilé dans ma capsule 
Des mots laissés pour ceux qui pourraient me trouver 
Espérant qu’un jour, ils feront le détour

J'ouvre les yeux, je suis seul sur Mars 
J'entends mon cri dans le casque
Qui s'éteint dans un vide infini 

J'ai pris la route sous un ciel sans phare

Et personne ne croit
Le monde que je vois
Mon rêve et ma voix

Et c'est ici que je vis
(Et personne ne croit) 
Vis seul sur Mars
(Le monde que je vois)
Dans mon esprit
(Mon rêve et ma voix)

Et c'est ici que je vis
(Et personne ne croit) 
Seul sur Mars
(Le monde que je vois)
Dans mon esprit
(Mon rêve et ma voix)

Et personne ne croit 
Le monde que je vois
Mon rêve et ma voix

-----
I walked away from maps
And saw things that don't exist yet
Lights in the night, old trees singing
And life saying thank you

My words fall, without echo 
You look elsewhere, isolated in your screens
I draw circles in the sand, red with my blood
Ideas standing in a sleeping world

I open my eyes, I'm alone on Mars
I hear my cry in the helmet
Fading into an infinite void

I hit the road under a lighthouse-less sky
Searching for the spirit behind the mask
Nothing is written

I engrave poems on frosted glass
When everything is frozen, exiled in my capsule 
Words left for those who might find me 
Hoping that one day, they'll make the detour

I open my eyes, I'm alone on Mars 
I hear my cry in the helmet
Fading into an infinite void

I hit the road under a lighthouse-less sky

And no one believes 
The world I see
My dream and my voice

And this is where I live
(And nobody believes) 
Live alone on Mars
(The world I see)
In my mind
(My dream and my voice)

And this is where I live
(And nobody believes) 
Alone on Mars
(The world I see)
In my mind
(My dream and my voice)

And nobody believes 
The world I see
My dream and my voice

Seul sur Mars

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Heartache In My Levi's

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

Piano player, singer,  righteous upright bass & concatenator of disparate factors.

The Atheist (feat. Jonathan Beckenstein)

burn.it.smith

Recent comments

Havanna.ೃ࿔*:･

Garddwr Porffor

Bruce Klepper | Composer

Neon Dayze

Related tracks