When you've got to burn the midnight oil while staying cool, calm, and alert, try a cuppa Midnight Coffee.


An original composition, No AI, written MIDI to DAW

VST INSTRUMENTS: Synth, harp, acoustic guitar, piano, and basses set to hip hop beats using Studio Brush Kit & Lo-Fi Funk @ 70 bpm.

COVER ART by SUNNYBECK using AI-generated original images via DaVinci app and altered in Photoshop to create original CGI, including the Midnight Coffee type rendered as smoke.

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Midnight Coffee

Quiet River

I started writing this in the seventies and first recorded it in the eighties. Finally decided to give it a new try. Just piano and vocals, with a touch of acoustic guitar, accordeon, and a few more details to bring joy and variety to the face of the land.

Assenta os dois pés na beira do abismo.
Enfrenta o mar. Resiste ao vento.
Não caias. Não temas.
Para quê nervosismo?
Despreza a vertigem. Respira o momento.
Não olhes para terra.
Verás a origem de tanta aventura,
de tanto lamento,
do patriotismo.
Verás desse monte os mastros desertos
que crescem e murcham no longe horizonte
com os braços abertos.
Cada barco carrega uma cruz
constrói um caminho no mar-labirinto de ventos incertos
e estradas de luz.

Os mastros por vezes dão frutos
e trazem notícias, saudades,
carícias de vagas fatais
que inventaram delícias
para os cascos cansados que dormem no cais.

E quando uma voz chamar na distância
verás a sereia, o ouro, a ganância.
Cairás com um grito.
Verás nessa altura que a pátria é um mito.
Só existe a vontade, a aventura, a ilusão.
Só existe a saudade que levas contigo
como um porto de abrigo no teu coração.

A saudade vai
no teu coração
como um porto de abrigo.

The Google translator produced a nice English translation:

Place both feet on the edge of the abyss.
Face the sea. Resist the wind.
Don't fall. Don't be afraid.
Why be nervous?
Ignore vertigo. Breathe in the moment.
Don't look at land.
You will see the origin of so much adventure,
of so much lamentation,
of patriotism.

From that mountain you will see the deserted masts
that grow and wither on the distant horizon
with open arms.
Each boat carries a cross
and builds a path in the labyrinthine sea of ​​uncertain winds
and roads of light.

The masts sometimes bear fruit
and bring news, memories,
caresses of fatal waves
that invented delights
for the tired hulls that sleep on the dock.

And when a voice calls in the distance
you will see the mermaid, the gold, the greed.
You will fall with a scream.
At that moment you will see that the homeland is a myth.
There is only the desire, the adventure, the illusion.
There is only the longing that you carry with you
like a safe haven in your heart.

Longing goes
in your heart
like a safe haven.

Porto De Abrigo

Le Gach Bogadh ar Aghaidh,Éirímid (With Each Step Forward ,We Rise )

© On The Island

Full Album:

https://30gradx.bandcamp.com/album/lost-mixtape-full-album

Lost Mixtape

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

Cosmic Rain

Love Storm

you can feel it
in your veins

like a healin'
helping hand

no small wonder
back again

a cold trigger
with a spin

here it comes again

very fragile
you need help

u imagine
to the hilt

feelin'
natural

leonardo
true to form

true to form

4. Paddy Brings Peace To My World  - my other grandfather was a Wellington pilot in the RAF during World War Two. He sadly died in 1943 so I never met him. His death left a huge impact on my grandmother (who never married again) and my dad. She said he was very loving and thoughtful and felt he would have been thinking about them right to the end. That’s the approach in this song. His nickname for her was Paddy. No idea why!  Mastered by RCD Audio. 
Paddy brings peace to my world 

Crete below us, and in this night sky
Angry fires around us as we fly
They want to stop us but they can’t win
Got to see the ones we love again  

Duralumin beams form a latticed frame
Carry and protect us from flack and shells and flame 
We’re just so frightened, five anxious scared young men
Just want to see our homes again 

And I pray that they’re safe
I did what I could 
Took leave and followed Anderson’s plans
and dug 3 metres into the Surrey soil 
14 pieces of aluminium, a small sump in the floor 
All I could do to protect them from this damn war 

Because 
This crazy world has lost its mind
Angry, cruel, insane!
Paddy brings peace to my world
She soothes and she calms and she’s kind
I keep her here, in my heart and my mind
Paddy brings peace to my world 

A publishers accountant , a chippie and two clerks
and a teacher all together, up here in the dark
We’re doing our duty, the best we can
But we’ve taken too much damage and I doubt we’ll land 

Radio messages, saying we’re on fire and losing height 
We’re trying to put them out, we’re all paralysed with fright
Just trying to make it back

And I’m imagining what’s next for her
She’ll be told at first that we’re missing
Maybe dead, or prisoners of war
But she’ll never give up on me 
That’s why I’m trying to make it back 
to Paddy 

Because 
This crazy world has lost its mind
Angry, cruel, insane!
Paddy brings peace to my world
She soothes and she calms and she’s kind
I keep her here, in my heart and my mind
Paddy brings peace to my world

James whiteman copyright 9 April 2024

Paddy brings peace to my world

Brief mix layering Labyrinth rhythm and a steely timbre infused with the chiming tone from the 42F.

Take

Caribbean At 12

Some people spend their whole lives trying to feel alive inside a concrete maze that used to be a forest.
They traded trees for towers, horizons for deadlines, and called it “success.”

But a few of us slipped out before the cage slammed shut.

THE LUCKY ONES is an anthem for the runaways, the dreamers, the stubborn hearts who chose sunsets over skylines.
It’s for the ones who packed up their ghosts, walked past the city limits, and found out you don’t need much to be happy —
just salt on your skin, a horizon on fire, and the knowledge you didn’t fold yourself into someone else’s design.

This track is a reminder that freedom isn’t a place —
it’s a decision.
And out here, with the ocean roaring and the sky burning gold,
we made ours.

We chose the wild.
We chose ourselves.
We are the lucky ones.


true to form

cam-o the chameleon