"Silence Ain’t Weak" is a raw anthem built in the quiet—where strength isn’t shouted, it’s sharpened. No noise, no masks, no permission needed. I wrote this for the ones who fought battles in the dark and came out colder, cleaner, and unshaken. Let the world chase noise—I’ll keep building in the stillness.

Silence Ain’t Weak

Written and performed by Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan https://soundcloud.com/bobby-b-phoolan
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro
Mix and master by Cozmo Jethro
Cover art pics of BobbybPhoolan at Disney World and Cozmo Jethro both from the 80s. 

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan)

Whooo, man! I’m feelin kinda nostalgic, like doin some reminiscin. How ya feelin Bobby?

Ayyy!!! im feeling alright alright fam!
just catching the vibes…..you know???!!!
picking up what you puttin down! type -ish!
us 80’s babies !!!!.

Ha ha, yea, let’s tell em about it!

(Cozmo Jethro)

I remember growin up when everything was ok. 
Remember that Bobby?

(Hell yeah……OKAY!!!!!!)

It was the 1980s, hoopin all day.
At Boyle Park, like Bobby’s mean fade away.
(swoosh!!!!)
I was Larry Bird, she was Penny Hardaway.
Breakin ankles, while I was shootin the J.

Saturday morn, 8 Wheels Skating Rink.
Me, JB, ha ha, and the family.
Innocent times set me up for the rest of my life.
Yo skatin’s how I met my wife.

I remember hangin at Showbiz Pizza Place.
With my homey Jovan, ha ha all day.
Watchin the show, hittin the arcade.
Lovin life, it was the 80s.

Back when times were simpler.
Me and Bobby was there.
Kids without a care.

Back in the day, (Back in the day)
We remember, the 1980s.
When all hip hop was underground.
We didn’t care, yea we still found the sound.

We could go out all day and roam around.
Ride our bikes around town
Times were simpler and you know what, aww yeaaa.
Everyone was down to clown.

(Mr. Roboto)

Back in the day
They remember, the 1980s.
When all hip hop was underground.
They didn’t care they still found the sound.

They could go out all day and roam around.
Ride their bikes around town.
Times were simpler and you know what.
Everyone was down to clown.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Ha ha, let em know Bobby!

(BobbybPhoolan)

Ain’t nothing like the 80s
love that old school sound
and like Jed said rode are bikes around
on the west side of Lansing
that’s my home town
Michigan born and raised
Out in Florida now
where the sun is always shining
and the traffic’s wild
remember begging my mom’s 
to come here as a child
wanna go to Walt Disney
and see Mickey Mouse
when we finally got to go
had the time of our life’s 
me and big bro chillin
not a worry in sight
until the Haunted Mansion
we were in for a fright
it was so damn scary had to close my eyes
I peeked out a couple of times
like Nope!!! ……
I ain’t dying
Made my family laugh a bit
and errbody just smiling
one of my fondest memories
still had my pops around
he use to take us to arcade
Pinball Pete’s downtown 
dropping quarters out his pocket
watch us scramble the ground
man he thought it was so funny 
we still laugh bout it now
I forgave him for the times
that he wasn’t around
had to learn
every relationship doesn’t work out
if you was raised in the hood
you know what I’m talking about 
made the best of what we had 
some things ….we went without
but regardless of my status
it was loved no doubt
born and raised in the 80s 
and I say that proud
if I could do it all again
I would leave right now       
peace out!!!

80s Baby (feat. BobbybPhoolan)

Rhythmic drums and hearts collide,
beneath their tartan’s proud disguise.
Each soldier boy, a child inside,
beholds this dawn with hollowed eyes.
The fetor of fear and peat and sweat,
bleeding under the thunder’s moan.
They steel their hearts, lest they forget,
the men they must become.

Before the Battle Begins

In this piece I used an upright piano, a cello, a solo violin, a duduk, an electric guitar and strings ensemble.
Thank you for listening !

Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
November, 1st, 2025


Majestic Universe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtv_KZkK3Lk
Aimez bien vos amours ; aimez l'amour qui rêve
Une rose à la lèvre et des fleurs dans les yeux ;
C'est lui que vous cherchez quand votre avril se lève,
Lui dont reste un parfum quand vos ans se font vieux.

Aimez l'amour qui joue au soleil des peintures,
Sous l'azur de la Grèce, autour de ses autels,
Et qui déroule au ciel la tresse et les ceintures,
Ou qui vide un carquois sur des coeurs immortels.

Aimez l'amour qui parle avec la lenteur basse
Des Ave Maria chuchotés sous l'arceau ;
C'est lui que vous priez quand votre tête est lasse,
Lui dont la voix vous rend le rythme du berceau.

Aimez l'amour que Dieu souffla sur notre fange,
Aimez l'amour aveugle, allumant son flambeau,
Aimez l'amour rêvé qui ressemble à notre ange,
Aimez l'amour promis aux cendres du tombeau !

Aimez l'antique amour du règne de Saturne,
Aimez le dieu charmant, aimez le dieu caché,
Qui suspendait, ainsi qu'un papillon nocturne,
Un baiser invisible aux lèvres de Psyché !

Car c'est lui dont la terre appelle encore la flamme,
Lui dont la caravane humaine allait rêvant,
Et qui, triste d'errer, cherchant toujours une âme,
Gémissait dans la lyre et pleurait dans le vent.

Il revient ; le voici : son aurore éternelle
A frémi comme un monde au ventre de la nuit,
C'est le commencement des rumeurs de son aile ;
Il veille sur le sage, et la vierge le suit.

Le songe que le jour dissipe au coeur des femmes,
C'est ce Dieu. Le soupir qui traverse les bois,
C'est ce Dieu. C'est ce Dieu qui tord les oriflammes
Sur les mâts des vaisseaux et des faîtes des toits.

Il palpite toujours sous les tentes de toile,
Au fond de tous les cris et de tous les secrets ;
C'est lui que les lions contemplent dans l'étoile ;
L'oiseau le chante au loup qui le hurle aux forêts.

La source le pleurait, car il sera la mousse,
Et l'arbre le nommait, car il sera le fruit,
Et l'aube l'attendait, lui, l'épouvante douce
Qui fera reculer toute ombre et toute nuit.

Le voici qui retourne à nous, son règne est proche,
Aimez l'amour, riez ! Aimez l'amour, chantez !
Et que l'écho des bois s'éveille dans la roche,
Amour dans les déserts, amour dans les cités !

Amour sur l'Océan, amour sur les collines !
Amour dans les grands lys qui montent des vallons !
Amour dans la parole et les brises câlines !
Amour dans la prière et sur les violons !

Amour dans tous les coeurs et sur toutes les lèvres !
Amour dans tous les bras, amour dans tous les doigts !
Amour dans tous les seins et dans toutes les fièvres !
Amour dans tous les yeux et dans toutes les voix !

Amour dans chaque ville : ouvrez-vous, citadelles !
Amour dans les chantiers : travailleurs, à genoux !
Amour dans les couvents : anges, battez des ailes !
Amour dans les prisons : murs noirs, écroulez-vous !

II.

Mais adorez l'Amour terrible qui demeure
Dans l'éblouissement des futures Sions,
Et dont la plaie, ouverte encor, saigne à toute heure
Sur la croix, dont les bras s'ouvrent aux nations.

Germain Nouveau.
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/germain-nouveau/poeme-l-amour-de-l-amour.php

Aimez l'amour

Original track, lyrics and vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

This song is about a friendship that ended, a long time ago..
The picture is from today, me and my mother had a walk in the beautiful weather 🌞
Thank you so much for listening 🫶

I need to tell you something
From a troubled heart
I've been thinking about us
And how we fell apart
But I want you to know
I didn't really want to go....

I tried my best to keep you
Turned my life upside down
Did everything to please you
Let all my shields fall down
But I could feel
It wasn't good enough for you...

The burning flame
Became a losing game

I often told you
You are everthing for me
Gave you full attention
But you still didn't see
And the burning flame
Became a losing game...

The burning flame
Became a losing game

I need to tell you something
From a troubled heart
I've been thinking about us
And how we fell apart
How the burning flame
Became a losing game...

The burning flame
Became a losing game

The burning flame
Became a losing game

The burning flame
Became a losing game

A Losing Game (Original)

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=x2WwJUbq1uE&si=ubvjZ1PofKQV8TXp


https://open.spotify.com/album/5CRrk7uBcxreHOyyqNbPcA?si=fu8vcgyFT96wgZkA06uuYg


https://music.apple.com/us/song/non-importa/1854614871

Non importa.mp3

Beats Alive... Spanish Obsession Pt 2 (Instrumental)

The sunrise can be compared to the moment when a person regains hope after a difficult time. It also reminds us that each day offers a chance for a new beginning and a shift in perspective. It symbolizes a gentle transition from uncertainty to clarity, giving strength to move forward.  

Wschód słońca o poranku można porównać do momentu, w którym człowiek odzyskuje nadzieję po trudnym czasie. Przypomina także o tym, że każdy dzień daje szansę na nowy początek i zmianę perspektywy. Jest w nim symbolika łagodnego przejścia od niepewności do klarowności, które dodaje siły do dalszego działania. 

El amanecer se puede comparar con el momento en que una persona recupera la esperanza después de un período difícil. También nos recuerda que cada día ofrece una nueva oportunidad y un cambio de perspectiva. Simboliza una transición suave de la incertidumbre a la claridad, que da fuerza para seguir adelante. 

YouTube link: https://youtu.be/GxEuK6Ivbr0

In The Morning

Another song which Tunee AI has helped me to complete, an alternative rock ballad about  a relationship which isn't working and is brought to an end. I had been toying with this theme for some time, starting with a chorus but getting bogged down in details in trying to tell the story. The AI agent walked me thru a bridge and then a fourth and final verse. I am  very happy with the way the process works on Tunee, which is just like having someone to collaborate with.  I am helped with ideas and make the final choices. I would rather write by myself but sometimes I have to admit that the extra input really works.

Still Making Me Pay

Every wee boy wants to be James Bond. lol 

Suit made of plaid , tuxedo man
Looking oh so grand
Got that crooked smile
Walkin' down the aisle

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

He sips his sparkling wine
Pretends everything is fine
But his eyes they tell a tale
A lonely windy wail

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

Maybe he's a spy a secret agent man
Maybe he's just shy part of a bigger plan
We may never know the truth beneath the seams
Just a man in tartan living out his dreams

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

Tartan tuxedo .wav

Not here to chase charts—I speak what I live.
 No fake hype, no watered-down vibes.
One voice. One vision. No apologies. Michigan artist blending raw lyrics with dark beats.

Silence Ain’t Weak

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