WATCH THE SHOW
BY MADRE AND NOVA J

Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
Let it come and let it go (go, go).
No skin in the game (game), no bruises to claim (claim),
I’m just here to take it slow (slow, slow).
Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
Feel the stillness take control (control, control).
No need to fight (fight), I’ll be alright (right),
Let the silence softly grow (grow, grow).

Thinker, thinker, running free (free, free),
Pulling, pushing, chasing me (me, me).
Each thought fades, it slips away (away, away),
I’ll let it drift, I’ll step away (away, away).

(Ooh-oh-oh) Let it go, let it go.
(Ooh-oh-oh) Watch the show, watch the show.

Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
Let it come and let it go (go, go).
No skin in the game (game), no bruises to claim (claim),
I’m just here to take it slow (slow, slow).
Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
Feel the stillness take control (control, control).
No need to fight (fight), I’ll be alright (right),
Let the silence softly grow (grow, grow).

Talking, talking, fills the air (air, air),
Empty words go everywhere (where, where).
I don’t need to say too much (much, much),
Quiet moments hold my trust (trust, trust).

Step aside (step aside), let them play (let them play),
Close your eyes, it’s all okay (all okay).
Breathe it in (breathe it in), let it out (let it out),
That’s what peace is all about (all about).

INSTRUMENTAL

Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
Let it come and let it go (go, go).
No skin in the game (game), no bruises to claim (claim),
I’m just here to take it slow (slow, slow).
Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
Feel the stillness take control (control, control).
No need to fight (fight), I’ll be alright (right),
Let the silence softly grow (grow, grow).

(Ooh-oh-oh) Let it go, let it go.
(Ooh-oh-oh) Watch the show, watch the show.

Sit back, watch the show (show, show),
The thinker fades, the calm will grow (grow, grow).
No need to fight (fight), I’ll be alright (right),
Just let it go and feel the light (light, light).

WATCH THE SHOW

Can Not Cry

É intollerabile che ad oggi si parli ancora di femminicidio😔. Denunciate. Denunciate. Sempre. 

Dormi Mary

è la notte perfetta 
con la luna che guarda 
i profumi dal bosco 
è l'estate che avanza

dormi dormi solamente il silenzio
dormi dormi in questo mondo violento 

lacrime amare  
non riesco a vedere 
il pianto mi annega 
non riesco a parlare
eppure li' intorno 
la natura sorride 
vorrei tanto urlare 
evviva la vita

lottare non posso più 
mi abbandono al vento 
mi trascina con se 
con l'estate che avanza

dormi dormi solamente il silenzio 
dormi dormi in questo mondo violento

Mary Mary era un mondo stupendo 
Mary Mary il buio è solo un momento

Dormi Mary

We wanted to bring out the sacred dance of flamenco, which is rooted in the Indian Bharatanatyam and the sacred theatre of the Kathakali. Each of these highly ritualised performance arts take their cue from the Sanskrit treatise, Natya Shastra, in which it’s explained that the primary goal (of all arts) is to transport the audience member “into another parallel reality, full of wonder, where they experience the essence of their own consciousness, and reflect on spiritual and moral questions.”

The percussive sounds of the flamenco express the Nataraja, the Lord of the Dance, whose arms and legs are moving like the blur at the centre of the atom, as he rapidly beats out the vibrational frequency, or Word of God, of the creation. So when the Romanies migrated across the Christian Roman Empire, they carried their sacred lore secretly with them in their beats, not just in their drums and castanets, but also in their foot stomping, finger-clicking and hand clapping, all of which I think Andreas (@APi_ZZ) captures perfectly in his brililantly exciting, authentic-sounding arrangement around a 16th century Andalucian folk song.

Romanies

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Lyrics:

Can you see some light in me?

I sang into a room with no reply
It told me where the pain begins

Last soul on Earth, I’m breaking through
A knock at the door, it’s calling you

I fed my pride to a stray dog
I can hear it howl inside the fog

Scars dissolve in autumn rain
Truths I hid now scream my name

I sang into a hollow sky, echoes carved where dreams go die

Last soul on Earth, I’m breaking through
A knock at the door, it’s calling you
Scars dissolve in autumn rain
Truths I hid now scream my name

Tears rewind, the stars align
This is where my soul’s defined

Last Soul On Earth

Hendrik's fav summer hit as floor filler - thanks to be part of it with some EWI trumpet licks !
check out: @cosmic-ratzzz ... "ven pa ca" means "ven para aca!" - come over here!

Lunatics 229 / Ratzzz & joerxworx in da Mix / Ven Pa'Ca - Orginal Mix

Living on My Deathbed

All the best days of my life have passed me by
This messed up world still wants my best try 
Give a hundred percent
You gotta pay rent
Drag your ass to church on Sunday, repent

I’m trying
Why does it feel like I’m dying? 

I don’t want to live down here but baby I’m stranded 
These are the lousiest cards I’ve ever been handed
The rain pours down, the ground gets wetter,
I wear this shame like a scarlet letter
Painted on my head
Living on my deathbed

The doc gave one for pain and one for depression 
‘Cause I’ve never been good at cleaning up messes
And now, I’ve got bills
To pay for these pills
But I never get better, they’re making me ill

He’s lying
I still feel like I’m dying 

I don’t want to live down here but baby I’m stranded 
These are the lousiest cards I’ve ever been handed
The rain pours down, the ground gets wetter,
I wear this pain like a barbed wire sweater
Hanging by a thread
Living on my deathbed

I’m filled with holes like a pair of blue jeans
I patch one up then rip a new seam 
Then drive off course into the well
I swear rock bottom feels just like hell
So far down and there’s no way out
I claw the walls and I scream and shout
I curse at God and he yells right back
You’re gonna learn never talk to me like that

I don’t want to live down here but baby I’m stranded 
These are the lousiest cards I’ve ever been handed
The rain pours down, the ground gets wetter
Thought it couldn’t get worse but I should’ve known better 
Just like I said

I don’t want to live down here but baby I’m stranded 
These are the lousiest cards I’ve ever been handed
The rain pours down, the ground gets wetter
I wear this shame like a scarlet letter
Just like I said
I’m living on my deathbed 

Lyrics © 2025 Brooke Justus. All Rights Reserved.

living on my deathbed

Nothing left

And now this is the concluding track, "Stay Strong", in the concept album "Again" (2025), which I am completing today. I composed it spontaneously, improvising on my Akai MPK mini keyboard connected to Logic Pro, in the warm evening of 12 July 2025 in Reading in my garden, thinking as well of my forthcoming then travel to visit my mother in Sofia. I arranged, recorded and mixed the track the same evening. It was released here on SoundCloud in the early evening (in Europe) on 31 July 2025 (from Sofia). The album as a whole will be released in the next half an hour or so.

The artwork cover for the album and all tracks in it uses a photo of mine of 1 June 2024 (shot in Sofia: the typical pattern of sidewalks there) I cropped and annotated in Mac OS Preview on 2 June 2024 and again on 15 February 2025 (to change the year of the - expected - album release from 2024 to 2025).

Duration: 5:29 minutes
Tempo: 134 bpm
Time Signature: 4/4
Key Signature: Abm

Digital instruments used, in the order of composing and recording:

1. Synthesizer - Rhythmic - Crunchy Synth Patterns
2. Synthesizer - Classics - Analog Poly Synth
3. Arpeggiator - Synth Layers - Midnight Drive
4. Synthesizer - Lead - Oceans and Space Lead
5. Electronic Drum Kit - Analog Circuits
6. Synthesizer - Sound Effects - Cymbals Swell
7. Orchestral- Strings - Studio Strings

Release date:
31 July 2025

Stay Strong

ghost in the room

The Player
     Words and Music: James Fields, Gary Clute

[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse]
In an antique blue rocker,
her throne with a view,
sits a Little Old player
and her friends are there, too.
Her card is a winner;
reserved just for her,
and any old evening
her voice can be heard.

[Chorus]
 She sings “Bingo! Bingo!”
in Little  girl style …
“Bingo! Bingo!” …
then runs up the aisle.
Still light as a feather
and quick as a smile,
it’s the Little Old Lady 
‘the player’ – the child.

[Verse]
 Each number is checked
they do it for show
like a Broadway production
the tension must grow.
With her wonderful prize
she dances away
and everyone smiles
to see her at play.

[Chorus]
 She sings “Bingo! Bingo!”
in Little girl style …
“Bingo! Bingo!” …
then runs up the aisle.
Still light as a feather
and quick as a smile,
it’s the little old lady –
‘the player’ – the child.

[Bridge]
 Now life, much like Bingo,
is played like a game
with cards full of options,
no two are the same.
St. Pete calls the numbers
and the angels all know
when your card is filled up
it’s your turn to go.

[Verse]
 Then one day it happened
her life card got filled.
While Pete checked the numbers
her rocker sat still.
And then when he nodded
in playful display
that heavenly chorus
sang with her today.

[Outro Chorus]
 They sang “Bingo! Bingo!”
in seraphim style
“Bingo! Bingo!”
with cherubim smiles.
The golden streets echoed
like children at play
when the angels sang “Bingo!”
when the angels sang “Bingo!”
Even St. Pete sang “Bingo!”
with the angels today

[Instrumental Outro]

The Player

- Composer and musician that loves synthesizers and SoundCloud.
- Makes music on iPad.

Can Not Cry

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