Smeda in Paris

Smeda runs away with the circus

Mechanomorphic Ruminations (no vocals)

The Drulls of Denigrale

From Somnerack, in Bullagrave,
ten lasskes braw sailed stalbard west.
The skullyboard was all bedave,
yet none sought to protest.

Above the keep, a milsprey flimmed;
“A stolmen!” ‘stitioned several Trads.
“Pilly-pot!” the captain brimmed,
“Now pull the squill and low’r the plads!”

What grum, you ask, possessed these few
to risk the wrath of Mortiseidon?
But ask yourself, what you would do
if thar be drulls a’glidin’?

When first they skeer’d above the town,
well, ‘twas but three or four.
But with each year there would appear
at least a scoven more!

Now as each wing abrocked the sun*
the harvley droomed all through the land.
And so the elders called upon
the stravest ones to band.

The plan (if we can smike it that)
was based upon a tale.
For some believed they nestled at
the Isle of Denigrale.

For this they sailed, all gree with hope,
across the slithy seas.
They dreamt of drull’s egg stew to cope,
but woke to gruck, with fleas.

Some claim they never reached the Isle,
but perished in the drabe,
while others doubt the whole affair
as nothing but a fabe.

Likely I’d be doubtin’ too
if ’t weren’t for the fact
that I strow’d with that mully crew
but alone, I kippered back!

The camfry shimmered in the waves
as we preeled into the bawley.
‘Twas not until we reached the caves
that we realized our folly.

For in these caves, as plain as day,
there lay at least a thou’ -
but all of them were cracked in tway,
and not a snatchling found!

Then all at once, their tindry shrieks
did stimmer up our spines.
We turned to face their scurdly beaks:
we’d fight before we’d die!

Such was the fate of the furliest eight,
but two went into hidin’.
All a’gloo, me and my mate,
we learned to live beside ‘em.

At first we swore we’d venge the slain,
but as time wore we mimsied.
The drulls, it seemed, were much the same,
and only ‘fendin’ kin, see?

I can’t expect you to believe
we ‘friended the frumious beasts.
But as it were, I’ve crissed the sea
on a drull, back east!

The Drulls of Denigrale

The 2024 mix! Algorithms that can dream? Who knew...

The Algorithm Dreams 2024 Remix

Just another breakup song, this one from the perspective of a self-centered gaslighting jerk. 

Fork in the road

Beyond the horizon

A bluesy/jazzy song about heartbreak.  

All music & lyrics by Jesse Voogt (a.k.a inspiredrobot)

Tech used:
Contralto: Ace studio
Piano: Garritan Abbey Road CFX Concert Grand

Photo by cottonbro studio: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-person-sitting-on-the-chair-9419356/

Dreamin' Away

In all of my dreams you are right here with me
Through thick and thin you take me in 
that’s how I know I’m dreamin’ away again 

I see the face behind the face 
you’ve worn since the days before the 
pain replaced the love that we once shared 
don’t act like you care!
You made yourself clear when you told me 
you’d rather be lonely than try to repair 

Still sometimes I can’t help 
thingkin’ about those days 
when we were walkin’ hand in hand 
The movie nights 
the butterflies 
that feelin’ I got when I looked into your green starry eyes

It all fell apart when the stormclouds rained down 
I know now and oh how! I messed up somehow 

But if you could only forgive me... 
no I know that this is not to be! 
So I’ll just hang on to these memories 
of innocent times when we felt so alive and carefree 
the world was still young when you told me that you love 

oh darling,
in the event that you should change your mind 
I will be waitin’ until you decide to give me one more try 

In all honesty I can see it quite clearly 
now you’ve gone and left me here 
to reminisce about how happy we were then 
I guess I’ll just go back to bed 
and dream a dream of what could 
never ever be again I know that it’s the end...

inspiredrobot

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