Love the beat, vocals and name! Great job 👏

Thank you for your music, Mr 777 sends blessings ✝️💜🥅

Do you have a nice soothing and soft voice.. Do u have more songs?

A composition jam packed with creativity and pleasantries

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Official music video: https://youtu.be/ap0uQZz_KG4

Release on all platforms May, 19
Presave: https://gate.fm/3GgNYp7w

Why is this weight
in my chest
still pulling me down
most of the times
that I come one
with my heart

It feels like a curse
cannot escape
this burden it hurts
I've been looking
for remedy
for so many times

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Weight (Composition No. 14)

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Red Dress

Samples "Tall Tales for Spring" (Vanessa Carlton, 2011)

International Edition

She was proud in her Phrygian hat,
Barefoot among the fighters that
Filled the smoky streets of Belleville,
Marching onward to the Bastille.

The suffragettes in the square,
They fought, shedding bitter tears.
Italian boats with wheat on board,
Smuggled by girls for a reward.

Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

(Verse 2)
Samnite girls exploring sex,
Painted in the suburban baths.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.

Ahhotep welcomed the exiles
Among the siltstones of the Nile.
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.


Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.



(Bridge)
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.


Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

NOMADS

An Aphoristic Tension

(basely loosed on Waltz Op. 64 No. 3 in A-flat by Frederic Chopin)

it slips away
my darling
one dip in the hot sun
then gone back where we come from

it slips away
my darling
one lick and we're done for
don't think it will stop for you

your rage won't throw off the night
though if you're doing it right
you'll wish you could go for one more
round on the carousel

sit still and go around
can't get off the carousel
sit still and go around

it slips away
my darling
one dip in the hot sun
then gone back where we come from

it slips away
my starling
one blink and we're done for
don't think it will stop for you

rage won't turn off the night
though if you've done alright
you'll wish you could go for one more
round on the carousel

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Carousel (with Chopin)

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In My Arms

This tune was released by Robbie Williams in 2002. Performed by me on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard.

Can you "Name That Tune"? I have a website that contains my complete collection of tunes with their titles revealed at: www.harveytwyman.com

Name That Tune #578 by Robbie Williams

You know what am I think 'bout  bad guys? Money, power, abuse! People, who set my teeth on edge! They think they're walking above the clouds, but they're just walking into hell...Look for the clip online, you'll see what I mean.

I'm on cloud nine

Verlane Lanua drifts somewhere between ambient and jazz — a mellow, introspective piece built on lush chords, upright bass, and a subtle, jazzy drum groove.

It unfolds slowly, like a quiet conversation at dusk. Gentle textures swell and fade, with floating melodies and softly layered harmonies creating a sense of calm curiosity. The rhythm is loose and organic, never rushed, gently guiding the listener through shifting moods and hazy transitions.

Perfect for late nights, unwinding, background focus, or just getting lost in thought, Verlane Lanua invites you to exhale and drift — not toward a destination, but through a feeling.

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Verlane Lahnua

I was gonna clean the kitchen
but the plates began a union
They demanded better hours
so I left them on strike

I thought I'd check my emails
but the subject lines were yelling
so I brewed another coffee
and let them shout at spam

Tomorrow - it's perfectly clear
everything important will start right there
Today I'm rehearsing my grand excuse
tomorrow I'll tighten the noose

I planned to pay the landlord
but the app said "try again"
I took that as a cosmic sign
to binge another show

I promised I'd go running
but my shoes are still offended
they've been waiting by the doorway
like statues keeping score

Tomorrow - the schedule's clean
I'll publish a book and I'll learn to sing
Today I just practice the art of delay
tomorrow I'll do what I meant for today

They say life is short
but it feels long enough
to put off flossing
fixing the sink
and writing that thesis
If deadlines are real
then so are unicorns

I was gonna call my mother
but she'd only ask for news
And news is what I'll have
when I finally do some things

I really wanted progress
but my plans will never start
if intention counts as effort
then I'm a work of art

Tomorrow - it's patient and kind
it carries the weight I can't lift tonight
Today is for coffee, tomorrow's for war
today keeps moving onward, tomorrow even more

Tomorrow

The printer coughs again
black smoke of bureaucracy
Paper jam number seventy-three
a graveyard of half-born memos
It whines like it's dying
but only when you need it most

Coffee machine blinking red
"Water tank missing"
No-it's right there
but the machine has decided
to unionize with the printer
We brew despair instead

Error 404: sanity not found
Temperature swings from tundra to kiln
balance is myth
comfort is folklore
On average, perfectly fine
in hell's statistics

The air vents choose violence at noon
hurling frost into spreadsheets
then molten wind into email chains
I shed layers like an onion
until only deadlines remain

We dream of revolutions
but the fire alarm
tests itself at random
reminding us rebellion
requires fresh batteries

Error 404: humanity not found
Restart, reboot, the wheel goes round
Error 404: courage can't be found
Look away fast, don't make a sound

Update complete
Nothing has changed

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

“Because She Cares” is a heartfelt ballad from a parent to a daughter, celebrating her empathy, gentleness, and love of all living things. With tender lyrics and warm melodies, the song paints a portrait of a young spirit whose kindness toward both people and creatures will guide her into the future and help her light up the world.

Because She Cares

Christmas Cracker

Slightly uphill
Jerred Seveyka: fingerstyle guitar
Bret Tobalske: rhythm and lead guitar

Decompression Stop

The Road Home

IR1S (Intelligent Recognitive Integrated Sound) is an alternative band electronic music project where the central characters in every song are women. Each track tells a story, explores a social issue, or expresses a thought from the perspective of these protagonists, weaving together elements of both fictional narratives and real-life experiences. Drawing inspiration from strong women in literature, cinema, and dystopian worlds, IR1S creates a unique soundscape that blends powerful storytelling with evocative electronic beats.

Lofoten Isles, Norway
More than 25 years as a rookie on my belt
Making music - in my case - is a creative exercise and something I like to do for recreational purposes, above all.
I love that anyone can take a guitar, their DAW, or whatever. Even just pen and paper, and come up with something special and unique that has never been heard or written.
This opportunity, regardless of experience and talent, to enter a universe and go places no one has set foot before, is magic. 
To draw a parallel to soccer, Im a non-league player, and would get attention for all the wrong reasons if I were thrown into a match with Salah, Haaland and the like. Still, by finding my level I can be part of an amateur team that serves a purpose in a local community, like a social meeting spot for people who like football - or don't - to come together, get into talks through a comment on a situation in the match and such. And you know what's coolest of all? Once in a while, when the sun and moon line up, I`m on a streak with my evening prayers or for some other reason have my day, I make this amazing dribble, then score a spectacular goal, becoming the local hero of the day or something. Those moments happen on all levels. Chances are perhaps even better on lower levels for this dribble to never have been seen before, since amateur football is not as controlled and professionalised as La Liga, Premier League, etc, leaving much more room for experimentation and individual creativity.  
I bet you had a few of those moments yourself, right? Send me a sound file, - soccer being a metaphor after all -  of your magic moment, it being a victorious match full song or just this cool detail you like, perhaps a great lyric line, guitar riff, or even cover art, all goes, so I get the chance to enjoy it too, thanks in advance! 
Cheers
Odd Roar

An Aphoristic Tension

IR1S

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