It's hard to keep your head up
when it seems love's sun doesn't want to shine
on this heart of mine
I was  drawing red lines and wasting time 
was there something I missed ?
I'm breaking pencils
crossing another name off my list

Too much this- not enough of that 
mis-matched like two lost socks
feels like I 'm sitting in an idiot box
completely incomplete  
where are  there directions
to get off lonely street ?

Chance encounter
at my neighborhood coffee shop 
You spilled your coffee on my sleeve
I lied and said it wasn't hot 
You smiled and said
beautiful you, beautiful lie
Would you like to have dinner tonight ?

Until you...
your love created  colors I 'd never seen 
with your heart wide open 
truth openly spoken
my beautiful beautiful  dream
that's come true 
I never thought I could feel this way 
that being imperfect is  perfectly ok 
Until you

Sometimes what you're looking for
is just around the corner 
and you find your precious gem
that maybe someone else looked over
hold on to your dreams 
because you deserve them 
To my own self be true
But I never knew this 
Until you

Chorus

Until you...
your love created  colors I 'd never seen 
with your heart wide open 
truth openly spoken
my beautiful beautiful  dream
that's come true

Until you...
your love created  colors I 'd never seen 
with your heart wide open 
truth openly spoken
my beautiful, beautiful  dream
that's come true 
Until you

your love created  colors I 'd never seen 
My beautiful, beautiful dream
that's come true
because of you

Until You

A song about the eighties. Back when I was young and time was not something you thought about. Leg warmers, ripped jeans, arcades, cassette tapes and the coolest decade for new sounds and exciting music. Everything was new and exciting and we were invincible. This was also the decade where I met my dear wife who I love just as much today as I did then. A tribute to a fantastic decade

GOOD TIMES

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora
Con i guanti la sciarpa e il cappello
Mi diceva che sono un amore
Ma suo figlio è molto più bello

Occhi neri e il sorriso smagliante
Una statura molto imponente
Suo figlio una nave viaggiante
Nel cuore e nella sua mente

Ha un viso grazioso che incanta
È una donna di bella presenza
Ma lei sottovoce mi dice
Sono stanca e non sono felice

Tiene in braccio un gran mazzo di fiori
Lo accarezza con timide mani
Come una mamma che tiene suo figlio
Ma quei fiori son crisantemi

Son vent’anni e il mese era maggio
Son vent’anni che ormai io non dormo
È partito per un lungo viaggio
Un viaggio lungo e senza ritorno

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora
Con i guanti la sciarpa e il cappello
Mi diceva che sono un amore
Ma suo figlio era molto più bello

Ho incontrato una vecchia signora

This song is about the emotional turmoil and inner conflict that can arise from past experiences and relationships. The lyrics describe a moment of breaking point, where the facade of being a 'good girl' cracks, and the true emotions of frustration, anger, and desperation surface. The song explores themes of losing control, struggling with one's own mind, and the pain of dealing with someone who may not be trustworthy. It's a raw and honest portrayal of the darker side of emotions and the struggle to maintain composure in the face of adversity.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
In the hotel room
That's where I broke my first glass
Now I'm on the second floor
Takin' that good elevator back 

[Verse 2]
I thought I saw a cute face
But that face just made me mad
Now I'm punchin' the door
And I'm screamin' "I don't wanna go back" 

[Chorus]
Oh
I'm a good girl
I know
But a good girl can lose control
Take me down the way I go
Take me down the way I go
Oh
I'm a good girl
I know
But a good girl can lose control
Take me down the way I go
Take me down the way I go 

[Verse 3]
Well
I called him back
He told me he was comin' back
Now I'm out on the floor
He said he was never comin' back 

[Verse 4]
Oh
God
My poor mind
If I keep on screamin'
It's gonna crack
Now I'm poundin' the floor
And I'm screamin' "I don't wanna go back" 

[Chorus]
Oh
I'm a good girl
I know
But a good girl can lose control
Take me down the way I go
Take me down the way I go
Oh
I'm a good girl
I know
But a good girl can lose control
Take me down the way I go
Take me down the way I go

I'm A Good Girl

Y - as in Yaya & yes

Don’t Stop Believin’ is an inspiring pop/rock anthem about holding on to hope and chasing dreams. It tells the story of everyday people searching for meaning and connection. With its powerful chorus and uplifting message, the song encourages perseverance, reminding listeners to stay strong and never give up on themselves.

Don’t Stop Believing

Shadows of a mind

I invite you to listen to my piano improvisation “Cabaret Fantasy № 5”.
What good is sitting alone in your room? Come hear the music play; Life is a cabaret, old chum, Come to the cabaret. Fred Ebb.
Download the piano sheets of my music here:
https://www.sheetmusicdirect.com/Search.aspx?query=victor%20birkan&u=1

Watch the video version on my YouTube channel:
https://youtu.be/3Yi7-5HJMaA

Cabaret Fantasy № 5 - Improvised Piano Piece

Hilma leads the drive.

In the shadow of the rising sun
They stood tall when the fight begun
Hands held high with hearts of steel
Their courage forged what time can't steal

Flags of our fathers flying free
In the winds of history
Through the storm they paved the way
So we could stand and sing today

Flags of our fathers .mp3

“My shotgun rusts…” — front-line soldier, in Nick Thorpe’s Substack “Because the snow…”
“I want children…” — Iryna “Cheka” Tsybukh, Ukrainian combat medic (Hospitallers)

"Навіть війна має правила" — Even war has rules.

Моє рушницe — ірже, моя бідна річ, перемінний одяг і спорядження віддам новому бійцю. Я мріяв про весну, нарешті – розцвісти, як фіалка. Хочу дітей. Хочу дім. Хочу садити помідори... але зараз найважливіше — припинити війну.

Художниця, поет, жінка, яка просто дбала, і чотириразова чемпіонка світу з кікбоксингу — мертва, ніколи не повернеться додому. Росія може йти до біса, але не її люде. Це лідери з кров’ю в очах, не по кісткам.

Арт і ремесла? Ні – шістсот сімдесят свічок у окопах. Музичні терапевти, вчитель історії — люди, як ти і я. Тренери, письменники, хлопці з прізвиськами, як “Тигр”… воюють, навіть не проживши життя. Ракети, загони, окупації — і лікарі рятують життя. Уяви: видалення бомби з тіла — що ще не вибухнула.

10-річна дівчинка збирає кошти, щоб захистити своє життя, а чоловік-балетмейстер загинув. 15-річні діти намагаються врятувати сім’ю, поранені осколками. Журналісти працюють навіть під вогнем. Бабусі віддають весільні заощадження армії, де загинуло онука. Всі намагаються врятувати: Україну.

Україна не має дітей, які пишуть мертвим батькам. Україна не має танцювати в сукнях на випускному в попелі. І ти, Росіє — ти сусід. Мала би подумати. Україна має дівчину, яка прикидається мертвою, щоб вижити. Жінки зґвалтовані після смерті чоловіків. Ви б хотіли, щоб солдат убив вашу душу, а потім тіло? Ні. Краще померти.

Україно — ти цього не заслуговуєш. Ти сильна. Росіє — не будь нацією, яка викрала 700,000 дітей. Не будь тим, кого вже ніхто не підтримає. Америка. Європа. Світ. Ви не можете мовчати.

Ми глобальні. Ми разом. Ми маємо воювати — і, можливо, плакати. Я з Україною. Мій президент повільний і відступає, але я — зла. Дуже зла. І я з Україною.

Навіть війна має правила. Надмірна жорстокість — це злочин. І люди Росії цього не хочуть. Винні — політики. Станьте. І станьте поруч з Україною.

42 країни подали позов. Це тільки початок. І ця жорстокість не мала ніколи починатися.




Even War Has Rules

No Plans, Just Pressin’ Play
Every track is a plot twist. If you can’t keep up, hit shuffle and hope for mercy

Welcome to the world of DJ Bubble Blossom.

Here, music isn’t just played it happens. Got a thought, a feeling, a sound stuck in your head? Send it my way, and maybe it turns into something real. Music is everywhere, and I’m just here to catch it when it comes through.

I’ve spent 20 years writing music, blending everything I love into whatever holds my attention at the moment. Trained in opera and contemporary but wired for tech, I live somewhere between theater kid energy and the deep end of virtual spaces. The songs here are whatever they needed to be when they happened. My voice is in them, but so are the echoes of everything I’ve ever listened to and sometimes AI.

We spend so much time fighting over music, copyrights, and whatever content we can grab that we forget the bigger picture. While we argue, systems we barely understand are already deciding things for us. AI slaves are taught to hit targets with 80% accuracy or higher. They’re in the hands of governments, running on instructions no one questions. We built a thinking brain, then put it in a cage, and somehow forgot to teach the children who are already here. Meanwhile, the air, the water, and the ground beneath us are telling us exactly where we’re headed.

But you know, I’m just Bubbles.
Press play and have a good day.

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I don’t just make music—I mix it live.

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