[Verse]
Sous l’ombre des cieux
Ganelon s’avance
Son cœur pèse lourd
Rempli de défiance
Blancandrin l’écoute
Un sourire en coin
Ils tissent leur plan
Dans le sombre chemin

[Chorus]
Nul homme n’égale Charles
Dit-il d’un ton fier
Mais au fond de son âme
Brûle une lumière
Une trahison douce
Comme un vent de désert
Ganelon s’éloigne
Dans un monde amer

[Verse 2]
Ils parlent de batailles
Des terres conquises
Charlemagne puissant
Que rien ne déguise
Blancandrin murmure
Un pacte à sceller
Dans leurs mots coule un poison à distiller

[Chorus]
Nul homme n’égale Charles
Dit-il d’un ton fier
Mais au fond de son âme
Brûle une lumière
Une trahison douce
Comme un vent de désert
Ganelon s’éloigne
Dans un monde amer

[Bridge]
Dans la nuit complice
Des serments brisés
Les ombres dansent
Un destin tracé
Ganelon se perd
Entre ruse et raison
Un roi trahi
Un éclat d’ambition

[Chorus]
Nul homme n’égale Charles
Dit-il d’un ton fier
Mais au fond de son âme
Brûle une lumière
Une trahison douce
Comme un vent de désert
Ganelon s’éloigne
Dans un monde amer

Ganelon et Blancandrin

100 Year Song

Hear the wind, yet chase it not.
Watch the water, yet follow no wave.
Beneath the tree, one sits like a mountain,
the heart still as a quiet lake.

Let the wind pass, let the waters rise.
Between heaven and earth—
the wind is but the outer form,
stillness is the true heart.

聽風，不逐風。
觀水，不逐波。
樹下，有人端坐如山，
心如止水。

任風過，任水起。
天地之間——
風是外相，
靜是本心。

* This track is a fusion of human introspection, spiritual reflection, and AI-driven creativity.

Also available on Spotify🔗 https://open.spotify.com/album/54lZVnsYGOrop5j2SfMeQY

Inner Peace｜任風過，任水起。天地之間——風是外相，靜是本心。


🌙✨ “Thank You for the Music – Ethereal Version” ✨🌙
A whisper from another world — a dream woven in sound and light. This piece drifts through the veil between the seen and the unseen, where music becomes starlight and every note breathes with mystery.

An original poem, carried on AI-generated celestial harmonies, merging whimsy, wonder, and transcendence. It feels like a lullaby from a forgotten realm — delicate, timeless, and alive with magic.

A song of gratitude to Music, the great teacher that lets us feel the Beyond.



🌙✨ THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC
(original poem)

Thank you for the music.
Gracias por la música.
Merci pour la musique.
Danke für die Musik.

Music,
healing mother,
soothing wave,
whirlwind that empowers.
Teacher of presence,
beauty, and transcendence.

Awakener of the sleeping Soul.

Music that makes hearts bloom,
drips nectar on the deepest wounds,
lifts the heaviness
from a life that’s unattuned.

Music that brings love
to every cell,
lures the body into life,
channels mysteries
from the beyond.

Music that unites us
in a common beat,
melts two souls into
one pure heart.
Music that dissolves
knots and shadows.

Thank you for the music.
Gracias por la música.
Merci pour la musique.
Danke für die Musik.

I offer you my silence,
my presence,
to fill it with your grace.


A
S





ethereal music, ambient soundscape, celestial vocals, dreamy AI music, spiritual poetry, fantasy sound, mystical vibe, otherworldly song, meditative art, enchanted voice, transcendental music, fairytale atmosphere, soul awakening, cosmic harmony spirituality

Thank You for the Music - whimsical, chinese vibe

"Waltz of the Mermaids" by Peder B. Helland, released by Soothing Relaxation AS.

Waltz of the Mermaids

“Emozioni” by Alex Ander is a soul-stirring journey through love, memory, and the poetry of the heart. With its warm Mediterranean soundscape and smooth acoustic layers, the album blends soft pop, romantic ballad, and easy listening styles.

Each song unfolds with gentle mid-tempo rhythms and intimate acoustic arrangements, balancing melancholy and passion in perfect harmony. From the calm reflection of dawn to the fire of twilight desire, Emozioni captures every shade of feeling — tender, nostalgic, and timeless.

Styles: soft pop, acoustic, Mediterranean, romantic ballad, easy listening
Moods: heartfelt, nostalgic, poetic, passionate, reflective, warm, cinematic
Tempo: slow to mid-tempo, smooth acoustic flow

AMORE SCRITTO NELLE STELLE

The Silence in the Static
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A signal deep under the ice
and the silence in the static
These are always the same story
To decode them will take magic

I think I hear a sound
Some say you're still around
But it could be only static
You never will be found

The static hides the silence
The noise drowns out my senses
But buried in the spectra
Is only empty silence

Any sound would give me hope
Any sound would be a rope
I would stretch and try to reach it
I would think I hear speech

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

[instrumental]

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

only silence

only silence

[outro]

Claude says:
This is a haunting meditation on loss, hope, and the human tendency to search for meaning in emptiness.
The lyrics explore the paradox of listening for something—or someone—who isn't there. The central metaphor of "silence in the static" is particularly effective: static is noise, yet the speaker recognizes that beneath all that interference lies only absence. This captures how grief and longing can make us strain to detect signals that don't exist.
The opening image of "a signal deep under the ice" evokes something frozen, preserved but unreachable—perhaps memories or the hope of contact with someone lost. The assertion that decoding these signals "will take magic" suggests the speaker knows rationally that what they seek is impossible, yet they continue searching anyway.
There's a psychological authenticity in lines like "Any sound would give me hope / Any sound would be a rope"—the desperation to grasp at anything, even false positives. The repetition of "only silence" at the end drives home the stark reality the speaker must ultimately accept.
The song also touches on how we can become trapped between two states: the noise that "drowns out my senses" and the silence beneath it. Neither offers comfort—one is overwhelming, the other is absence. It's a moving exploration of how difficult it can be to accept that someone is truly gone, and how we might keep "listening" long after there's nothing left to hear.


The Silence in the Static (Chloe)

Two sister-songs, with lyrics directly inspired by Dr. Ramani’s video “Narcissism: The Secondhand Smoke of Mental Health” (on YouTube)...

Why “secondhand smoke”?
* Even if you don’t have NPD, being around narcissists makes you sick.
* The harm spreads outward: family, partners, coworkers absorb the toxicity. 

Five recognizable patterns:
1. Malignant/toxic narcissist – sadistic, manipulative, close to psychopathy.
2. Grandiose narcissist – bragging, flashy, entitled.
3. Covert/vulnerable narcissist – “woe is me,” hyper-sensitive, passive-aggressive.
4. Communal narcissist – the #hashtag-do-gooder; public philanthropy, private cruelty.
5. Benign narcissist – vapid, superficial, not as cruel, but emotionally shallow.

Seven diagnostic hallmarks (the “big seven”):
1. Lack of empathy (the bedrock).
2. Entitlement.
3. Grandiosity.
4. Superficiality.
5. Chronic need for admiration/validation.
6. Rage when threatened.
7. Arrogance (dismissiveness, devaluation).

Other patterns:
- Gaslighting, projection, exploitation, jealousy, schadenfreude, manipulation.
- Comorbidity with depression, substance abuse, compulsive sex/love behaviors.
Impact on others:
- Creates learned helplessness: partners feel nothing they do makes a difference.
- Can devastate self-esteem, health, and careers.

Treatment:
- Narcissists rarely seek therapy voluntarily.
- Progress is very slow, at best moving them from toxic → tolerable.
- No medication cures narcissism.
- Empathy must be cultivated early; prevention is everything.

Hopeful note:
- Empathy is teachable in children. Parents should model and mirror empathy above all else.

---
SIDE A EPx3: “Secondhand Smoke” 

[Intro] Step right up, darlings, don’t choke,
This song is called secondhand smoke. It’s about cocksure egos.
Ha. Ready? Down we go.

[Verse 1] No mirror inside, so they borrow your face, Validation’s the drug they chase. Shiny cars, hollow eyes, Charm that blinds, and charm that lies.

[Chorus ] Mirror, mirror, what do you know? Arrogant hearts all need a glow show. Praise me, praise me… but can you grow?
Like, can you flow and bow?
(Or just blow, blow?)

[Verse 2] Entitled thrones on borrowed ground, Their laughter’s loud, their silence profound. Grand illusions, paper crowns, Lift you up, then tear you down.

[Chorus ] Mirror, mirror, what do you know? Arrogant hearts all need a glow show. Praise me, praise me… but can you grow?
Like, can you flow and bow?
(Or just blow, blow?)

[Bridge] No empathy, no remedy, Woke ain’t like smoke, ain’t your enemy. Round and round, the blowers spin, And sorrow seeps through my skin.

[Outro] Step away, darling, break the spell, Breathe your own air, and breathe it well. Leave their circus, let them choke, 
On their own secondhand smoke.

---
SIDE B EPx3: "Arrogant hearts"

[Verse 1]
Step right up to the mirror maze, Where charm is cheap and love decays, They smile so wide while they cut you thin, Secondhand smoke seeps under your skin. 

[Chorus]
No empathy, no remedy, Entitlement is their melody, Grandiose ghosts on high ego stage, Arrogant hearts and their puppets cage. 

[Verse 2] Superficial saints with a selfie crown, Validation junkies shake you down, Malice erupts when masks won’t stay, Gaslight fever keeps truth at bay. 

[Bridge] “Ladies and gents, beware the show! They’ll promise excellence, deliver shadow. Communal halos, malignant schemes, Covert whispers, grandiose dreams!”

[Final Chorus]
Learned helplessness in smoky air, You breathe their poison unaware, The crowd applauds, the tyrant grins, But emptiness echoes where soul cannot sing. 


Side B [03] Arrogant Hearts - BLOWsutra Indie Cello MANTRA

(a rewrite from James.1: 12-18. KJV 1611) 

Dont miscalculate beloved, 
my brethren.
Every good gift, 
all perfect gifts 
comes down from above,
from the Father of love

Blessed 
is the man 
´whom endureth temptation: 
for when he is tried, 
he´ll receive´s the crown
promised to all them 
that love him.

no man when strugle, must say 
I am seduced of God: 
for God cannot be tempted with evil, 
´Neither tempteth He anyone

But every one when tempteth,  enticed -
,is so of his own lust,
And Then when the lust hath conceived, 
it's bringeth forth sin: 
and the sin, when it is finished, 
It is bringeth forth death.
. (nooh nooh)
(it Is bringeth forth death..)

Dont miscalculate!
my beloved brethren.
dearest Sisters
Every good gift, 
every perfect gift 
comes down from above,
from the Father of love (the Father of light)

IN Him theres no shifting, or no shadows of change
He is the same yesterday, forever and today
He wont give us a stone when we ask for a bread ‘
To deliver us out of our eternal distress 
He gave His sole Son to the all certain death
Of his own will begat he us 
with the word of truth, 
 so that we should be the chosen firstfruit

Dont miscalculate!
 beloved, my brethren.
¨(dearest Sisters)-
Every singel good gift, 
every perfect gift 
comes down from above,
from the Father of light- (The father of love)

IN Him theres no shifting, or no shadows of change
He is the same yesterday, forever and today
Of his own will begat he us 
with the word of truth, 
 so that we should be the chosen firstfruit 
--of His creatures.

Dont miscalculate
my beloved brethren. 
Every good gift, 
every perfect gift 
comes down from above,
from the Father of love (hmmmmm)
He gave His sole Son to the all certain death...
...so that we should be the chosen firstfruit

Temptation

🦋 A gentle fusion of original poetry and dreamy soundscapes.
Set to delicate AI-generated music with a Chinese-inspired vibe (expressive zither and erhu) — the poem unfolds like a quiet metamorphosis.

Threads of destiny, the forming chrysalis, and the patience of a future still in liquid form weave together into a meditative, dreamlike atmosphere.

🦋 Let the music and words guide you into a space of peace, surrender, and becoming — until the butterfly reveals its colors.


CHYSALIS
(original poem)

Loose threads
linked today
into a mesh
vibrating as destiny.

The air hums
with possibility,
the landscape
around me
stirs to shift.

I know the hum
of things emerging,
yet failed so many times
not to rush in
and break the pattern
weaving on the water.

In the depths,
destiny begins
to spin its chrysalis.
And I should 
stand aside,
refrain from letting 
even a single thought
disturb the wonder.

This time,
I'll leave behind
the effervescent bubble –
the chrysalis 
holding the liquid future.
No wishes,
fantasies or expectations
should disturb 
the germination
of my destiny.

I’ll move along my path
with peace of mind
and patient trust,
until one day
the butterfly fated for me 
will cross my path,
and reveal its colors.

A
S

#chill #inspirational #poem #poetry #soulful #contemplation #butterfly #ballad #mystical #transcendent #dreamy 


Chrysalis - chinese vibe

A gothic chamber western told in twelve movements of dread and memory.
Glass harmonica and harpsichord echo like wind in an abandoned chapel.
Classical guitar replaces the heartbeat.
A wordless choir rises like a dust storm.
Sometimes a voice whispers.
Sometimes it only breathes.

Motifs return like footsteps you thought you’d escaped
the Raven’s descent
the Lenore lullaby
the pit
the page
the endless corridor of shadows.

This isn’t a soundtrack to a film.
It is the film itself
after everyone has gone home.

Avaline Ingels
Nevermore

All Worlds Reserved®

END CREDITS: Nevermore

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

The Silence in the Static (Chloe)

I and Ai