Original Mix: on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (Acoustic Version)

Nothing Like Your Grace

A Promessa Cumprida é uma música de esperança, fé e recomeço.
Com uma melodia harmoniosa que mistura o poder do rock alternativo com a leveza do pop, essa faixa transmite a certeza de que dias melhores virão.

Se você acredita em novos começos, em renovar forças e seguir adiante mesmo nos momentos difíceis, essa música é para você.

Deixe-se levar pela mensagem e compartilhe com quem precisa de esperança hoje.

Comente o que essa música significou para você!

Alegra-te Óh Sião

A Promessa Cumprida

988 is a suicide hotline operating 24/7 seek help immediately if you feel any symptoms from this song and follow @Xannyfanta on Instagram for updates (MY ONLY SOCIAL MEDIA)

Our version of Joe Satriani's 1987 headbanger that has stood the test of time. They don't make them like this anymore. Enjoy.

Surfing With The Alien

My 53rd vocal track.  Made on my birthday :)
Like 'Film At Eleven' part of this is good but toward the end... lol
I remember Gene Wilder talking about Mel Brooks shooting ideas like a blunderbuss.  When they hit, great. When they miss... :)
Like recently, Every Given Moment / Chnospinci is dynamite.
I do have a better appreciation for the middle third though once I listen with headphones. it's just the last part that grates.  Before I listened at all I thought 2/3 was a problem

I try to kind of push myself to keep making to keep moving.

Lyrics:

You can save the world
If you believe in nothing hard enough

My compatriot scaled to the top of the battlement
And having decided he'd rather stay there
He proceeded to holler down at me somewhat imperiously
I'm starting to wonder if real-world accomplishment
Is daycare or welfare
For people who take shit way too seriously

The first act of transhumanism
Was Eve picking the apple
And down the line we've had to grapple
With piercingly sensible doomerisms

She was one of those rare girls
With a triple hair whorl

The girl was deep into the duck pate
And I was trying to break her into the idea
That it's not called an Ekhaus latte

Her tip was fringe Egyptian language theory
She looked up from studying her Demotic and
Hit me with a sharp query
Why do age gates always lead to erotica
I said you don't have to opt in dearie

Everybody pities the weak
But jealousy you have to earn
And i thought that was a rather sick burn
Coming from that little sneak

She said men need a lot less sex than they think
And i said in a universe where you'd say it
That's accurate

She said nothing is a fad
Here's the thing there will be no pendulum swing
We will not be returning
And then i said
We shall be pleased not to return to nothing
Got it!
And she said 
Well pleased might be too optimistic
I think things are about to go ballistic
So best gear up your learning

And then i recalled sex
With my social justice ex
I oppressed her alright
I oppressed her all night
And then i avoided her poison bite
By signing the rent checks

And once her creditors get paid
I would like to know how
The color revolution sausage 
Exactly gets made
All of the topical zest
Which goes into a slick
Top down protest
In something other than braille
I would like the full journalistic detail
As to how it all makes the grade

She had a sort of
Gourmet cachet
And they way she dealt
With all this shit about fat
Was to find a way
To bury the ice cream hatchet

In our time 
The republic of letters
Has very low walls about it
And someone had the unmitigated gall
To make a lowbrow insult
About all this tumult
And as a result
Nobody goes there anymore
Because it's too crowded

Color Revolution Sausage

Come Back Home 

 

Verse 1: (Baby Cooing in the background) 

(A) Hey you, how gently you (D) sleep 

Hey you, I hate to leave 

Sweet whispers of (B) love (promised to you) 

Speak into your (D)  dreams (into your heart) 

My (A) everything 

 

Verse 2: 

(A)Hey you, light of my (D) life  

Hey you, in my arms by night 

To have to be (B) gone (to miss you more) 

I wait for (D) you (you wait for me) 

 

Chorus  

To come back home to (A) you (G>E) 

 

Verse 3: 

Hey you, the sound of your voice 

Hey you, just enough to get by 

You know I can’t sleep (away from home) 

I lay here awake (into the night) 

I miss everything  

 

Verse 4: 

Hey you, counting these days 

This room is so far away  

To miss you this much (with all my heart) 

To carry this pain (too much to bare) 

Yes, I wait for you (I long for you) 

And you wait for me (you wait for me) 

 

Chorus  

To come back home to you  

To come back home to you  

To come back home to you  

To come back home to you  

 

Come Back Home

Sparked off by the demonstration that passes by every Monday at 6 p.m. regular as clockwork.  Last time I was listening to "Police" recordings from the early 80s.

every monday

A honky-tonk heartbreak anthem for the modern dater. Fiddle meets fire in this twostep takedown of Tinder Profile Ted.  

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Profile Ted: A Cautionary Two-Step

Pet Sematary (RAMONES COVER)

alternate of Thalassix done for the Music/Art Jam rapidly done for WNCJ39 when i found out the jam was conducted only through the Discord!  Barely made the deadline.

Thalassix The Mermaid Queen (Alternate for WNCJ39)

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Thalassix The Mermaid Queen (Alternate for WNCJ39)

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