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WE GONNA HAVE A FUNKING GOOD TIME  (FREDDIE KOOL MIX)

Mixed and mastered at Polistudio Recording by Andrea Saponara

MUSICIANS
Ibrahima Ndiaye - Voce
Giorgia Giusti - Voce
Andrea Paoloemili - Sax Tenore
Lorenzo Caciotta - Sax Contralto
Fabrizio Ballistreri - Tromba
Gabriele Mizzoni - Tastiere
Francesco Provenzano - Chitarra
Alessio Carbone - Chitarra
Riccardo Alexander - Basso
Luca Masotti - Batteria

All rights reserved - Surna Records 2025

Wisdom Fighter

Pontoon - RNJUBEZ EDIT

A sly funk-pop track about the games traders play — where every fake-out feels like a dance and every chart hides a grin.

Stop Sweep Groove turns market mischief into melody: punchy guitars, playful horns, and a groove that never quite tells you who’s in control.
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STOP SWEEP GROOVE

They’re creeping quiet
Shadows in the deep
Watch the candles
Hear the market speak
Oh they bait the bid
They snatch the prize
Leaving wide-eyed traders hypnotized

It’s a dance
It’s a trap
It’s a game they play
Flush the weak hands
Make ‘em pay

Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Taking you for a ride
Bait the bid
Bait the bid
Pull you to the side
Flush the weak hands
Oh it’s all in the plan
Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Catch me if you can

Whispers in the spread
A story untold
They push it high
Then they dump it cold
Liquidity’s the bait
The chart’s a maze
Chasing dreams through a stop-loss haze

It’s a trick
It’s a tease
It’s a power play
Flush the weak hands
Take the day

Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Taking you for a ride
Bait the bid
Bait the bid
Pull you to the side
Flush the weak hands
Oh it’s all in the plan
Stop sweep
Stop sweep
Catch me if you can
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Stop Sweep Groove

Just some funky vibes and lots of horns! ;o)

Brass Boost

The night before her second Nobel Prize, five years after the death of her husband and collaborator Pierre, Marie Curie works alone in their lab.

She sings to him—about discovery, devotion, and the quiet order that love leaves behind.

From the original chamber musical Chaos and Code.
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YOU ALREADY KNEW

The lab is still, the air turned cold,  
Your empty chair is framed in gold.  
The watch you left still marks the hours,  
Your ticking heart among the flowers.  

You’d tap that glass when I was late,  
say patience is the proof of faith.  
I never learned it — only ran,  
from spark to spark, from plan to plan.  

The years dripped quiet, gray, and blue,  
the world kept turning, minus you.  
I filled the void with work and flame,  
and tried to give our dream a name.  

I chased the smallest pulse of light,  
the trembling law that shapes the night.  
In every shimmer light divides,  
your quiet hand is at my side.  
You used to say, “The world won’t hold—  
it only blooms where chaos grows.”  
And now I hear your voice again—  
you were right, my dearest friend.  

The balance isn’t something made,  
it’s something lived, and then conveyed.  
I thought I’d fix the noise to rest,  
but it’s the noise that loves us best.  

The hum, the light, the steady tone—  
they sound like home, they sound like home.  

They’ll write my name in gold by dawn,
but I would trade the prize, the song,
to show you now, the proof we sought—
the peace your work and love have wrought.
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You Already Knew

A quiet, Broadway-style ballad of science and remembrance.

Marie Curie returns to her lab alone after Pierre’s death—haunted by silence, steadied by ritual, and finally reconciled with the darkness her work requires.

From the original chamber musical Chaos and Code.
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Not Afraid of the Dark

It’s darker than I remember,
So dark I can't begin.
Silence where your laughter was—
Let me breathe it in.

Light so dim, it's late again.
My hands don’t want to start.
I was never alone in the dark before
I was never alone in the dark.

The work is waiting, 
always waiting, 
trembling like my heart…
(Pause.  Gently spoken.)
Marie, just start.

Notes first, mark the time,
Check the plates, note the light.
The rhythm returns,
like footsteps at night.

My body remembers
before my mind—
you in the hum,
in the glass’s shine.

Steady the hand, you said.
Steady the hand, not the heart.
I whisper it softly,
and I start.

Here in the dark again—
the world holds its breath with me.
What burns will fade, 
you told me once—
now I finally see.

You’re gone, yet somehow everywhere—
the work, the air, in me.
I do it the way we planned.

You would have loved this silence,
the sounds that wait to be heard.
Our work was a conversation,
This magical light was the word.

I’m not asking for you—
but here you are somehow.
The elements remember.
And I feel you now.

Stay here while the glow allows—
no more, no less.
That was the way
we loved best.

The light gives back what it can,
and keeps the rest apart.
I steady my hands,
and steady my heart.

This room is full of secret stars,
each born of what must first decay.
I am not afraid of the dark—
I am not afraid.
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Not Afraid of the Dark

A comic Broadway-jazz number told from the point of view of the SEC’s EDGAR system — tired, overworked, and drowning in Arrowhead investor refreshes.

Smart, snappy, and surprisingly soulful: bureaucracy meets dopamine addiction in three-quarter time.
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REFRESH THE FILINGS


I’m EDGAR.
Electronic Data Gathering.
Analysis.
Retrieval.
...And I’m losing my mind.

They click.
They wait.
They whisper: “It’s late.”
I’m the portal to your hopes,
and your 8-K fate.

Every quarter, same romance—
ten thousand tabs, one last chance.
Oh, Arrowhead fans, you’re relentless beasts—
refreshing my page like you’re cutting me in pieces!

“Is it out yet?”
(No!)
“Maybe now?”
(Stop!)
“Try the PDF!”
(Please… just stop.)

Refresh the filings!
Reload again!
I’ve got packets dropping,
I can’t pretend.
You love compliance,
I feel the pain—
you crash my servers,
then blame the chain.

I’ve hosted IPOs,
I’ve danced with SPACs.
But you Arrowhead folks?
You break my back.
The moment a 10-Q starts to load,
you treat me like a treasure trove of code!

Listen—
I’m not your therapist.
I’m not your clue.
I just hold documents…
(but I read a few.)

“Strong balance sheet,”
“Future pipeline bright…”
Then twenty-seven messages overnight!

Refresh the filings!
Spin that wheel!
A dopamine hit
is all you feel.
You say it’s research—
I say obsession.
You’re in a twelve-step group
for SEC confession!

So go ahead—click!
Make my night.
I’ll serve your filings,
byte by byte.
I’m tired, I’m wired,
but still compiling…
Your love’s a crime—
refresh the filings!
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Refresh the Filings

A Vietnamese adaptation of “Garden Queen” — a heartfelt ballad honoring a proud Filipina mother at 76 whose love helps the world around her bloom.

This version features Vietnamese lyrics inspired by the original with touches of đàn tranh and sáo trúc to give it a distinctly local color.
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Nữ Hoàng Khu Vườn (Garden Queen – Vietnamese Cover)

Bảy mươi sáu, mẹ vẫn tươi xinh,  
Như vì sao sáng lung linh.  
Từ hòn đảo đến bờ Florida,  
Chúng con yêu mẹ, mãi không phai nhòa.  

Người phụ nữ Phi kiêu hãnh, mẹ hiền,  
Làm đời nở hoa trong mọi miền.  
“Không nói to,” mẹ vẫn khuyên,  
Tình yêu mẹ – gốc rễ gia đình thiêng.  

Chúng con hát vang khúc ca này,  
Cho mẹ vui, cho mẹ hạnh phúc đầy.  
Qua bao giông tố mẹ dẫn lối,  
Hôm nay là ngày của mẹ thôi.  

Người phụ nữ Phi kiêu hãnh, mẹ hiền,  
Làm đời nở hoa trong mọi miền.  
“Không nói to,” mẹ vẫn khuyên,  
Tình yêu mẹ – gốc rễ gia đình thiêng.  

Mẹ ơi, tim mẹ hiếm bao người,  
Mỗi vòng tay, ấm áp nụ cười.  
Từ cánh hoa đến chiếc lá xanh,  
Mẹ dạy niềm tin, mẹ dạy hạnh phúc lành.  

Người phụ nữ Phi kiêu hãnh, mẹ hiền,  
Làm đời nở hoa trong mọi miền.  
“Không nói to,” mẹ vẫn khuyên,  
Tình yêu mẹ – gốc rễ gia đình thiêng.  

Mẹ ơi, tim mẹ hiếm bao người,  
Mỗi vòng tay, ấm áp nụ cười.  
Từ cánh hoa đến chiếc lá xanh,  
Mẹ dạy niềm tin, mẹ dạy hạnh phúc lành.  
Người phụ nữ Phi kiêu hãnh, mẹ hiền –  
Nữ hoàng khu vườn dịu êm.  
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Nữ Hoàng Khu Vườn (Garden Queen – Vietnamese Cover)

A heartfelt ballad honoring a proud Filipina mother — radiant, nurturing, and forever the heart of her family.

This final English version of “Garden Queen” preserves the warmth and acoustic grace of the original track while making it more universal.  

A tender celebration of love, gratitude, and the quiet strength that makes a family bloom.
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Garden Queen (R)

Seventy-six and you're shining bright, Mom,  
You're the star in every light.  
From the islands to Florida’s shore,  
We love you now and forevermore.  

Proud Filipina, our garden queen,  
You make life bloom in every scene.  
"No deer allowed," that's your decree,  
Your love's the root of our family tree.  

Your children sing this song today,  
To make you smile, to light your way.  
Through every storm, you've led us through,  
This day belongs to celebrating you.  

Proud Filipina, our garden queen,  
You make life bloom in every scene.  
"No deer allowed," that's your decree,  
Your love's the root of our family tree.  

Mom, you've got a heart so rare,  
With every hug, you show you care.  
From every petal to every leaf,  
You've taught us joy, you've taught belief.  

Proud Filipina, our garden queen,  
You make life bloom in every scene.  
"No deer allowed," that's your decree,  
Your love's the root of our family tree.  

Mom, you've got a heart so rare,  
With every hug, you show you care.  
From every petal to every leaf,  
You've taught us joy, you've taught belief.  
Proud Filipina, our garden queen.  
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Garden Queen (English)

A Spanish-language adaptation of “Garden Queen” — a tender, acoustic ballad honoring a proud Filipina mother whose love helps every life around her bloom.

This version preserves the original’s warmth while adding subtle Spanish color through classical guitar, light Latin percussion, and expressive phrasing.
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Reina del Jardín (Garden Queen – Spanish Cover)

Setenta y seis y sigues igual, mamá,  
Brillas como estrella sin final.  
Desde las islas hasta el mar del sur,  
Te amamos hoy y por siempre, tú.  

Orgullosa madre filipina,  
Haces florecer la vida divina.  
“No hables alto,” tú siempre así,  
Tu amor es raíz de este jardín.  

Tus hijos cantan esta canción,  
Para darte risa y bendición.  
Tras cada tormenta, nos guiaste tú,  
Hoy celebramos todo lo que eres tú.  

Orgullosa madre filipina,  
Haces florecer la vida divina.  
“No hables alto,” tú siempre así,  
Tu amor es raíz de este jardín.  

Madre, tu corazón tan fiel,  
Con cada abrazo muestras miel.  
De cada hoja a cada flor,  
Nos enseñaste fe y amor.  

Orgullosa madre filipina,  
Haces florecer la vida divina.  
“No hables alto,” tú siempre así,  
Tu amor es raíz de este jardín.  

Madre, tu corazón tan fiel,  
Con cada abrazo muestras miel.  
De cada hoja a cada flor,  
Nos enseñaste fe y amor.  
Orgullosa madre filipina—  
Nuestra reina del jardín.  
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Reina del Jardín (Garden Queen – Spanish Cover)

A Broadway-pop wink at market déjà vu — ARWR personified as a flirty diva stuck just shy of Forty.

Part cabaret, part candlestick chart, it’s the musical theatre of price resistance: saucy, self-aware, and a little too patient for her own good.
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Thirty-Nine and Holding

They say consolidation builds character…
Well, I’m practically a saint.
Still—every time I reach for him, he just drifts away at the close.
Story of my life.

I’ve been steady, I’ve been solid,
Took my knocks, survived the fall,
Learned to love my little trading range—
Oh, I’ve been through it all.

But there’s a line I can’t get past,
Right above me, every time—
He pulls away, and I pretend
I’m not the type to whine.

’Cause I’m thirty-nine and holding, honey,
Dressed for forty, waiting on his call.
Every time I make a move, he backs away—
Oh, resistance can be cruel and tall!
But I’m still shining, still unfolding,
I’m thirty-nine… and holding on!

He’s a smooth one, Mister Forty,
All that confidence and charm.
I get near, he drops a candle—
Sends me spinning with alarm!

But a girl like me’s got patience,
My fundamentals fine—
I’m the comeback queen of biotech,
Still undervalued… and divine.

Someday he’ll see my true direction,
When my catalysts align.
He’ll beg for my affection—
Too late, I’ll draw the line!

Yeah, I’m thirty-nine and holding, honey,
Flirting with that upper band again.
I’ve been tested, shorted, rated,
But I rise and rise again!
And when I break through, bells’ll be tolling—
Till then I’m thirty-nine… and holding strong!

Call me mature…
but still a mover.
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Thirty-Nine and Holding

A joyful Bisaya (Davao City) musical-theatre song celebrating Dorothy — a “super mom” who keeps her world running on coffee, kids, and courier trucks.

This local-language adaptation of “Delivery (The Ballad of Super Dorothy)” blends quick-witted storytelling with the warmth and humor of everyday life in the Philippines.

Performed in conversational Bisaya with lively Broadway-style energy and a dash of caffeine.
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DELIVERY (Ang Awit ni Dorothy)

Wala pa’y adlaw sa Walnut Creek,  
Ang kape nag-huni, telepono *beep!*  
Si Emma, ulahi na pud sa piano,  
Si William nagdagan si Blade sunod-sunod.  
Na-ubos na ang ref, puno ang adlaw,  
Trapik, mensahe, kagubot nga daghan—  
Pero si Dorothy smile lang gihapon,  
Nag-tap sa phone, kalma ra kaayo’n!  

Delivery! Delivery!  
Gikan buntag hangtod panihapon spree—  
Kung ipadala, iya nang gi-track,  
Kung mawala, mabalik ra na!  
Groceries, sapatos, mga damgo,  
Mabot sa pultahan nga hayag ug bago.  
Siya’y usa ka lab sa gugma ug plano—  
Salamat langit, naa’y Delivery!  

FedEx, UPS, USPS padagan,  
Nag-kompetensya sa iyang dalan.  
Amazon boxes nag-ngisi sa kilid,  
GrubHub busina duha ka beses kada week.  
Carvana muabot sakay van,  
("Ibutang lang diha, naa koy plano, man!")  
Nag-scroll, nag-click, kape sa dughan—  
Tanan nga gusto, naa’y paagi, tanan!  
 
Sa una nagdagan, nabangga’g kahoy,  
(’Tinuod gyud — samad sa tuhod, oy!)  
Karon marathon sa adlaw-adlaw,  
Kape ang gasolina, kusog nga tinuod.  
Siya’y ebidensya sa kalihok-grasyoso,  
Inahan nga bright, pero komedyoso.  

Dorothy nag-type.  
Dorothy nag-scroll.  
Dorothy nag-sip.  
Dorothy—unsa to’ng buhaton?  
William nagbark. Si Blade nagbark.  
Si Emma nag-praktis og tuno... usab.  
Mga kahon nagtapok,  
Kape nag-buak,  
Groceries naa ra siguro sa likod...  
Si Ron nagtawag,  
Doorbell ningtingog,  
Utok nag-sigeg ping-ping—  
Ug siya…  
(mingisi)  
—nahuman ang listahan.  

Delivery! Delivery!  
Siya’y may ritmo, may kape gyud, oy!  
Ang kalibutan naga-ikot, siya’y timing,  
Gikan InstaCart hangtod Amazon Prime.  
Bisan ang mga anghel, naglinya pud,  
Nag-hulog ug halo sa tukmang oras.  
Kay si Dorothy, nag-forty karon,  
Ang uniberso mismo nag-“same-day” run!  

Si Ron nag-abli, ang mga bata nag-singgit,  
Mga truck nag-busina, murag banda sa street!  
Kwarenta na siya, pero bright gihapon,  
Ang reyna sa Delivery — walay kapareha, gyud!  

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DELIVERY(Ang Awit ni Dorothy, Bisayan)

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Reyna sa Tanaman (Bisaya Garden Queen Cover)

Setenta’y sais, hayag ka gihapon,
Mama, ikaw ang among kahayag sa tanan.
Gikan sa isla hangtod sa baybayon,
among gugma, walay katapusan.

Garbo sa Pilipinas,
reyna sa tanaman,
imong kamot nagpatubo sa tanan.
Walay usa ka usa nga usa,
imong gugma ang gamot sa pamilya.

Si Lui ug si Thom,
nag-awit mi karon,
aron malipay ka,
aron mapanggaon.
Sa tanang unos nga miagi,
ikaw gihapon among giuna.

Garbo sa Pilipinas,
reyna sa tanaman,
imong kamot nagpatubo sa tanan.
Walay usa ka usa nga usa,
imong gugma ang gamot sa pamilya.

Mama, imong kasingkasing talagsaon,
sa imong gakos among kalipay makaplagan.
Gikan sa dahon hangtod sa bulak,
imong gitudlo — gugma ug paglaum nga tinuod.

Garbo sa Pilipinas,
reyna sa tanaman,
imong kamot nagpatubo sa tanan.
Walay usa ka usa nga usa,
imong gugma ang gamot sa pamilya.
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