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An original composition titled Nocturne, evoking the serenity and mystery of the night. This calming piece invites you to lose yourself in its tranquil, dreamlike melodies.

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Nocturne : a night of wonders

Included in the EP "Reaction", available on:
- Spotify: open.spotify.com/intl-it/album/2N…Tbt3vqZoVvJLZ5lD
- Apple: music.apple.com/it/album/reaction-ep/1746551341
- Bandcamp: davideangelini.bandcamp.com/album/reaction-ep-2024

Written, arranged and produced by Davide Angelini
(p)&(c) 2024 Davide Angelini

Lyrics:

NOSTALGIA
Hurry up!
I am on the way
The disco opens this night
...until the new day.

The music beats,
I hear it in the streets
I feel the air so heat,
the ideal place to meet.

Please, don't delay,
been waiting all this time
Will never be the same
between me and you.

We met the first time
a long time before,
during the 80s,
we were so young and pure.

So this night we can turn back the time,
we can get to the prime,
we are going to be together.

All this time I didn't have your news,
now I've nothing left to lose,
I wanna try with you.

Baby, please, remember what we were,
some things have been unfair,
but now the night is cool.

Going to dance we can turn back the years,
with no worries and fears,
we are going to be together, this time.

Hurry up!
I am on the way
The disco opens this night
...until the new day.

Please, don't delay
Been waiting all this time
Will never be the same
between me and you.

(c) 2024 Davide Angelini

Reaction (EP)

Nostalgia

Bandcamp

NOSTALGIA

Stochastos on guitars, vocals and lyrics
Piano by Kallisti
Hear the original composition with different melody, by Kallisti: https://soundcloud.com/kallistimusick/heavy-heart

Heavy Heart (ft. Stochastos)

This track was inspired by life in the mountains, the Alps, the snow, the high peaks, the simple life...

best 🎧

Living in the Alps

Call it off

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by Engin Akyurt

For Nothing

This song is current right now november 2025! Dear friends in Ukraine
I don't think you feel you can trust old friends!
I'm so sorry about that!
It seems like there are maniacs running big countries in the world!!
President Zelenskyij and the Ukrainian people are heroes! We all must support them and be kind to them. Dear President Trump - You may not abandon Ukraine. They have a hell there. President Putin and his government must be completely out of their minds. They are sooo cruel. How do the Russian people react?? Are they ashamed?? They are probably being deceived!

When Friends Abandon

It is hard when friends are abandoning them - they get so sad
Their hearts will break now when companions are leaving them
but we don’t want any maniacs to rule the whole world
we want to have wise folks to rule


It was hard when neighbors attacked their land - they were surprised
They can’t understand what is the reason for this bloody attack
they haden’t done anything nasty which could motivate this assault
the motive was probably a sign of greed


The invadors show signs of megalomania which are severe
it’s very serious and there are paranoic signs as well
but we don’t want any maniacs to rule the whole world
we want to have wise folks to rule

When Friends Abandon (and-Slava Ukrayini) - 2025-03-19 16.03 (Lyrics in English in description)

I don't know what this is but I found a Karen pack and had to use it somehow. 

I Need To See A Manager

And again, nostalgia for warm seas and distant countries... The theme and all guitars are by LeoMReznik.

Bossa-fusion

First Snow

Somewhere In My Memory (Instrumental)

The night I met Inoxx & The Toxx, the city was drowning in its own reflections.

I was chasing what the department called the “Epic Journey case”: people who didn’t jump, didn’t run, didn’t die — they just stepped out of their lives after looping the same anonymous track on repeat. No body, no note. Just headphones on a pillow and a playlist full of ghosts.

Every scene looked the same. A laptop still warm. A browser paused on the same profile. One track spinning in the history, over and over: instrumental, trip-hop, strings, radio static and a heartbeat that wasn’t quite human. The last victim had renamed it “Nocturne: A Night of Wonders,” like they thought it was a private joke.

The trail pulled me uphill to a mansion that shouldn’t have had lights on at 2 a.m. Inside, the air tasted like old secrets. A grand piano waited by the fireplace. On the lid: three glasses, one half-empty, like someone had drunk their courage and left.

They were already there.

A punk with a green mohawk sat at the piano, leather jacket, Union Jack on the sleeve, fingers resting on the keys. By the window, a woman in a red dress watched the city. Her blue hair caught the glow from outside. Between them stood a tall figure in a velvet suit with an old computer monitor for a head, screen humming softly.

“Rough night, detective?” the monitor crackled. “Doesn’t look much like a Summer in Paris to me. Sit.”

I didn’t remember telling them I was a detective. I sat anyway.

The punk started to play. Slow, smoky chords. The kind of music that makes good decisions feel optional. It curled around my thoughts and dug up things I’d tried to bury. Regrets. Almosts. The people I hadn’t saved.

“That’s the one from the file,” I said. My voice sounded further away than it should have.

“In one version,” the woman murmured. “Out there they give it new names. Someone called it The Bright Side of the Moon once. Someone else named it after a person they should have let go. Some write Beware of the Quiet Girl in the title and pretend it’s not about themselves.”

She finally looked at me. Her eyes were too calm, like someone who’d seen every ending and stopped being surprised by any of them.

“The music doesn’t take them,” she said. “We don’t take them. They come here on their own. We just… give their feelings somewhere to live.”

In the corner, a tape machine turned, big reels spinning in a lazy circle. The labels were handwritten: track titles, dates, initials. I recognized some from the case files. One bartender had told me, “That song, it’s like it knows what you almost did.”

Then I saw it. My own initials. Same careful handwriting. Same date as tonight.

On the monitor, the image shifted. I watched myself open the front door, step into the room, drip on the carpet. Same coat. Same tired eyes. Same bad feeling dragging behind me like a second shadow. Behind that, another version of me. And another. Each one slightly different. A word changed here, a hesitation shaved off there. A dozen takes of the same scene.

“If you’re here,” the screen said, voice dropping into the mix, “it means you pressed play again.”

Time folded in my ears. I tried to stand, but the chords held me in place. I understood, suddenly, why no one left a note. You don’t write a goodbye letter to a song. You just hit play one more time and let it do the talking.

“That’s the real Epic Journey,” the punk said quietly, not looking at me. “Not running away. Finally letting the soundtrack match what’s inside your head.”

Moonlight slid across the room, erasing the corners. For a second, the salon didn’t feel like a place at all, more like the inside of a track: loops, echoes, reverb, tiny details you only hear on the tenth listen.

“That’s how it works here,” the woman in red said. “Nobody goes missing, detective.”

She leaned back into the shadows as the tape clicked and locked into place.

“They just stay in the song.”

Nocturne : a night of wonders

Inoxx & the Toxx

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