The Cardigans - Step On Me

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My Right To Say No

The devils tale

Thank you to everyone who stopped and listened to this track.
You don't need to search for the key to your heart.
Because it's in your pocket. You can take it out and open it right away.
Treasure your feelings.
Don't give the key to anyone! When you're busy, you close your mind and concentrate on something. When you take time to relax, you are free from everything.
Don't forget your key when you return to yourself!

Key In My Pocket

Vitruvius was an architect in classic Rome who claimed that not only architecture bur practically everything else as well should adhere to the principles of usability, sustainability and beauty. Now, there is a goal to strive for!

VITRUVIAN VARIATION 6

Every night at 2:13 a.m., the old carousel at the edge of town begins to turn—slowly, deliberately—though no one is ever seen near it. The fairground was shut down decades ago, fenced off and forgotten, but locals swear they’ve seen the horses rising and falling in the dark, their chipped paint gleaming under moonlight.

There’s no power. No wind. Just movement.

Some say a child vanished there on the fair’s final night. Others whisper that the carousel was built with parts from somewhere… not quite right. It doesn’t thrash or scream. It moves gently, like it remembers how to bring joy—but has no one left to share it with.

It’s not violent. It’s not loud. But it spins, always at 2:13, like it’s waiting for someone to come back.


26/06/2025

The Carousel

I am always glad that you stop by and take the time to come.
Thank you as always.
A circle of peace.
Waves crashing on the shore. An unchanging loop.
When they are calm, they give a sense of security, and when they crash powerfully, they give courage!
Is the sea breeze whispering something? A repeating loop of peace!
As if inviting us, the waves scrape away the sand under our feet along with our memories of the past, urging us to focus on the present!

Loop of Peace

Accretion Disk

IMPOSTER SYNDROME by Nova J

[INTRO]
sometimes I feel like
(I feel like)
I’m just a shadow
hiding in the light
(I’m an imposter)
like I woke up
in someone else’s life

[HOOK]
(mm mm ahh ahh ohh ohh)
run wild, run free, run for your life!
(mm mm mm ahh ohh )
imposter

[INSTRUMENTAL]

[VERSE 1 ]
slip inside
wear the calm
smile like it fits
eyes scan the air
for who I’m meant to be
words arrive
but meaning hesitates
at the edge of disbelief

[PRE CHORUS]
two selves drifting
in the same breath
torn between
Life and death

[CHORUS]
sometimes I feel like
(I’m barely here)
I’m barely here
(I’m an imposter)
just a shimmer
(fire) in someone else’s atmosphere

[VOCAL HOOK]
(mm mm ahh ahh ohh ohh)
run wild, run free, run for your life!
(mm mm mm ahh ohh )
imposter

[VERSE 2]
the mind wanders
through still light rooms
a version of tomorrow
pulling at the seams
you ask me who I am
I offer silence
frozen 

[PRE CHORUS]
two selves drifting
in the same breath
torn between
life and death 

[BRIDGE]
maybe tension is a signal
maybe unease holds the truth
maybe the mask isn’t false
just unfinished
quietly
becoming 

[FINAL CHORUS]
sometimes I feel like
a thought left unsaid
(I’m the imposter)
but maybe that’s part
of learning to live instead

[OUTRO]
(mm mm ahh ahh ohh ohh)
(mm mm mm ahh ohh )

watcher…
listener…
writer…
seeker…
singer…
sinner….

(mm mm ahh ahh ohh ohh)
(mm mm mm ahh ohh )

Imposter Syndrome

So what now?

The pieces are set,
The board is occupied,
The main actors have taken their positions.

The inevitable is coming,
Fear fills hearts and minds.

Will what many predict come to pass,
Or will fate turn in our favor?

The core of our beings has been seized by the machine.
The art that defined us is being smothered by a flood of perfect artificiality.

Simulation of emotions, simulation of art, simulation of humanity.
Where do we belong?

Where is my place?

And what now?

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This is a piece I improvised on March 23, 2025. I was surprised at how well it turned out. However, I didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't think of anything more, so I'm publishing it as is, with minor tweaks (I literally added six notes in three places).

With this piece I am starting a series in which I will be posting rather uncomplicated, short pieces, created out of the need of the moment, under the impression of something specific.

To compose it I used only 3 plugins/sounds
Spitfire LABS Autograph Grand (piano) (free)
Spitfire Originals Intimate Strings x2 (in octave)
And one patch from truly amazing synth from Arturia: Pigments

I hope you like it at least a little bit.

Picture Freepik: https://www.freepik.com/free-photo/woman-portrait-with-blue-lights-visual-effects_26813733.htm

Accretion Disk

Callin-Dobson