I Can Be Nice - Vol 1

[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

"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.

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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.

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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

Long Enough
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

mmm
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm 

Words flow unguarded
The meaning wanders off
Only sounds that seem to flow
With nowhere else to go

With no specific thought
And the days slipping away
I drift and lose all track
With nothing more to say

I no longer care for reason
I throw it all into the mix
I add more to meet a quota
To create sufficient substance
And consume the standard time
To call the words a song
But only 'cause they rhyme

[instrumental]

I think I've said it all
Thoughts seem to repeat
Rearrange the same old words
Lay them down to a new beat

The combinations may seem endless
But the ideas are very few
Like cards in an old game
New hands, faces the same

What I do seems like a game
At a table set for one
To play is my compulsion
Start again when I am done

Now and then, by mere chance
The patterns strike a chord
A brilliant moment in a dance
But to wait, I can't afford

[instrumental]

[outro]


Long Enough (Leni)

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

A bit of Indie with Folk and Pop Rolled into one...

Tall Tales

Coffee Shop (Reprise)

A Day Spent Alone
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
All day long I spent alone
It does not happen often
A day spent on my own
Without the interruptions
Without the small excuses
I can keep my thoughts in order
and work on one idea
I can string some words together
and try to make things clear
But as the day wears on and on
and nothing great appears
the fear sets in again
I have run out of ideas

[instrumental]

[verse]
But for now I need a reason
I can put the blame on others
If they would just give me some time
I could make all these words rhyme
But when I have the chance
When I get to dance
It is not quite that easy
The answers don't appear
I find reasons to worry
and waste most of the day
I start writing in a hurry
But have nothing more to say

[instrumental]

[verse]
And maybe that's the answer
I have nothing more to say
Maybe I should review
Revisit old ideas
Did I get all of it right
Did I make everything clear
I could make a few revisions
I could release a great new version
And so, lost in the past
I have found a new diversion
But I think my die is cast
I better try to make it last

[instrumental]

[verse]
This one had better last

This one had better last

[outro]

A Day Spent Alone (Leni)

Somewhere Out in Space
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I still have space for you
and always set a place
I look around in this old house
And always see your face

I cook a little extra
Put extra blankets on the bed
Your lamp comes on at night
At the chair where you read

[instrumental]

The feeling in the evening
That you cannot be too far
So I go out and move my car, and
Leave an empty parking space 

Any moment you'll arrive
Your headlights on the wall
The only reason I survive
and care for life at all

[instrumental]

There's the crunching of the gravel
The clicking of your steps
And the twisting of the boards
As you walk up on the deck

Everything is a reminder
And it all rings so very true
But I don't believe a word
There is no sound
No sound that I just heard

[instrumental]

You will not give me a hug
Or muddy up the rug
No smile, no warm embrace
Not a thing and not a trace

Somewhere in outer space

Somewhere in outer space

[instrumental]

[outro]

Somewhere Out in Space (Buck)

The Quiet Kind of Loneliness
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
Based on the work of Hasriani

It was another Sunday, 
There was a world outside my window 
Like always, 
was too loud. 
Children screaming, motors roaring, 
the sound of someone’s life 
moving forward,
maybe soaring, 
while my stayed still
The grist trapped in the mill


I made coffee just for me
something warm to hold. 
It didn’t taste like anything. 
Maybe nothing does anymore.
Over time it all grows cold

[instrumental]

My laundry was still hanging
by the door 
from two long days ago. 
I told myself 
I’d fold it later, 
but lately “later” 
has become 
my favorite lie
The clothes stay
wrinkled, quiet, waiting. 
Like me.

The Quiet Kind of Loneliness

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

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