This is a track from my album TALES OF A NOMAD, a collection of impressions from decades of living a nomadic life for professional reasons. It is inspired by the famous ballad by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe from 1782.

The Erlking

Star crossed lovers with an arson problem. A mini musical movie about lovers on the run...
Added to the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept  2025)

(Act 1: Young lovers on an arson spree)
Lyrics:
She puts the gasoline in my truck
And then we drive down
And we like to burn up
Local buildings
And alleys
And trashcans

She likes to come out with me at night
And burn things down
She can't explain it
It's just how she feels
It's what see needs
Simultaneous release
While burning down the Hardee's (a USA restaurant chain)

We got black magic spells right off the shelf
I have a split personality
And I hate Ourselves
We have  a compulsion
To  blow things up
It's all fucked up
Young arsonists in love
Young Arsonists in love (3X)

We have black magic spells
Right off the shelf
The good ones are mixed in
So it makes it hard to tell
We understanding the poetry
Of burning things up
Burning shit up
All fucked up
Young arsonists in love
(End Act 1)


(Act 2 : Chase and capture)
Young arsonists in love (3X)
We're on the run
She says: let's burn down a Chevron

We have black magic spells right off the shelf
The Doctors say we seem alright
But you know that we can't be helped
The Police ask: Is this behavior carnal?
"Officer"
She said:
"Have you forgotten how to marvel?"
Forgotten how to marvel?

Young Arsonists In Love

Production & mastering by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

HIGH AGAINST A CLOUD

Thank you for listening to this track. This is track 01 from my recently released album. 
I realize the meaning of this might not come through in its translation.
Think:  greed and consumerism denounced in sarcastic apathy.

Produced By Brenda Doss
Mixed By John Fields
Mastered By Rareform Mastering
Song By Brenda Doss and Dave Zeiher
©2024 By Brenda Doss (BMI)

Lyrics:

You’ve got that new car smell
I like the way you look
So why should I care
If I’m your driver of the month
So let’s get down to business baby
Something new will gratify us
Satisfaction guaranteed with

More and more...

I live a toilet paper world
Of paper cups and plastic forks
I can’t recall what I did yesterday
I like a change I like it fast 
Addicted to nothing that lasts and 
God, I love this new car that has

More and more...


Everything disposable 
What of the future
Use it up and throw it all away
Getting tired of living 
In a toilet paper world
In a toilet paper world

More and more...

I want it all I want it now
Have my cake and eat it all somehow
Can’t wait to take this baby for a spin
But sooner or later 
My new car will start failing
And then he will require

More and more...

Give me more 
I want more 
Give me more 
I want more

Brenda Doss

Toilet Paper World

Dear Mr. Dream Maker

Electro fusion of classical and jazz with a melding of hip hop, reggae, and Latin beats at a chill 70 bpm 

An original composition, no AI, digital music created MIDI to DAW by a human

The Harvest Moon
Excerpt from a poem by Ted Hughes

"The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon."

Harvest Moon is a symbol of abundance, gratitude, and the balance between light and dark of the autumn equinox. The 2025 Harvest Moon, this year’s first Supermoon of the Northern Hemisphere, reaches full illumination on Monday, October 6, 11:47 PM ET. 🌕

With props to jazz flugelhorn player and composer Chuck Mangione, RIP (November 29, 1940 – July 22, 2025)


ARTIST NOTE: I attempt (and fail) on a regular basis to satisfy an artistic curiosity — What if classical composers such as Johann Sebastian Bach wrote jazz music using a DAW with electronic drum kits? 🤔😯 Even when I fail, usually something comes out of the effort 😀
……………………………………
TEMPOS
0:01   68 bpm
0:45   70 bpm
Variations of Fm, E, Bbm, F#, Eb7, C7
DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard 
VST or E-INSTRUMENTS:
Concert Grand 
Ambient Lead 
Breathy Keys
Studio Trumpet 
Vibraphone 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
70s Funk Clav
Focus synth 
Session Strings 
Fingerstyle Electric Bass 
Deep Round Synth Bass
Minimal Techno Pattern
E-PERCUSSION
African Kit
Latin Kit 
2-Step Remix Overdrive Kit 
……………………………………

COVER ART is a surrealistic interpretation of the Harvest Moon song as original CGI by SUNNYBECK using a composite derived from original and AI-generated images rendered by the DaVinci app, then altered, retouched, and designed in Photoshop.

Thursday, Sept. 25, 2025, 11:12 PM ET 
Released on SoundCloud
2025 All Rights Reserved
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Harvest Moon

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

What you can do with 16 bars of piano MIDI notes :-)

Fragile

Wild weather blowing up a storm - becoming the 'new normal'.
Heavy moog with 2 saxes and 2 flutes conjuring a swirl of a tempestuous sea.

Pic c/o Tristan Alaric Ravencroft (Pinterest)

TEMPEST

Word 
became flesh
He dwelt among us
became man

Body of His flesh,
through death
presents us
holy blameless

[chorus in Greek]
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and God was the Word

Spirit
descends
remained on Him,
like a dove

Only begotten Son
Christ is king,
Before all time

No 
earthly thing
can separate us
From God’s love

[chorus]

God
Made all things
through Him and for Him
all abide

Every Good thing
is from the father
of Heavenly lights

Walk 
in the light
The way revealed 
to eternal life

Joy
Complete
born again
in spirit
for all time


The Word

Original demo
Click here for a dreamy version:https://soundcloud.com/fuwatt/night-rose

Night rose(Guitar-solo version)

FuWatt