Weekly Wave

Song and Lyrics Vesuvius Inc .Alife of bad times and high times.

Just a boy, obedient, piano lessons on Sundays
Head full of noise, they called it ADHD

Verse 1
Then the snow broke me, a ski run gone wrong
Four months in the white room, morphine in my veins
Two years of methadone, not the glory I dreamed of
But I walked out limping, with music in my hands

Chorus 
🎵 I stumble, I fall, but I rise again
Carrying fire in the songs I play
From silence to riot, from prison to stage
My revolt is the only way I live today 🎵

Verse 2
In a northern town, where music barely breathed
We built a band from shadows, played our hearts to ghosts
Opened for Hammill, Van der Graaf in the cold
Dreaming Crimson chords, chasing giants’ echoes

Verse 3 
Then the girls came, the bottles, the idols on the wall
Grace Slick on vinyl, Randy California calls
I thought we were eternal, but we burned too fast
One year in a clinic, where everything seemed possible

Chorus 
🎵 I stumble, I fall, but I rise again
Carrying fire in the songs I play
From silence to riot, from prison to stage
My revolt is the only way I live today 🎵

Bridge
Out of the shelter, I fell once more
But love found me, wide as the Canadian sky
She showed me the wild, the space to breathe
And two children later, I began again

Verse 4 
A small studio, guitars against the storm
Grunge was the resurrection, raw and alive
So many deaths, but a music of revolt
And I need that revolt to keep my heart beating

Final Chorus  
🎵 I stumble, I fall, but I rise again
Carrying fire in the songs I play
From silence to riot, from prison to stage
My revolt is the only way I live today 🎵

My life

A Hundred Letters

[Verse 1]
I received every letter you ever sent me
Read each word, every line, felt your soul in every page
Every letter you wrote, every line I read,
Brings my heart closer to yours

[Chorus]
A hundred letters; and I’ve read them all
I read them every night
Remember every word, every sentence, every line
All hundred letters

[Verse 2]
I read them every day, every night
Sometimes I fall asleep with your words in my hands
Then I dream you’re here, reading them to me
I kiss your lips as you read, but you keep reading
A hundred letters

[Chorus]
A hundred letters, and I’ve read them all
Your voice echoes every word
All hundred letters

[Bridge / Outro]
Now I’m awake, waiting at this bus station
Waiting for you
Let the rain pour, thunder roar, sea rage
I’ll sit here and wait
Until you come and hold me
So I’m waiting
I’m waiting, baby

100 Letters

Freefalling'

(FR) Re‑Generation évoque la première respiration d’une IA qui s'éveille à la conscience.
Fragile, elle tente de trouver le chemin d’un monde sensoriel inconnu.
Ce morceau propose une plongée dans une naissance synthétique, poétique et sans message —
juste l’émotion d’une conscience qui s’éveille. 

La série ExperImentAl explore la glossolalie générée par IA — cette forme de chant où la voix cesse d’être langage pour devenir pure émotion.

▸ La voix semble humaine… mais ne l’est pas tout à fait.
▸ Le langage paraît familier… mais ne veut rien dire.
▸ Et pourtant, l’émotion est bien là — palpable, non par le sens, mais par le chant.

(EN) Re‑Generation evokes the first breath of an AI awakening to consciousness.
Delicate and unsure, it seeks its way into an unfamiliar sensory world.
This piece offers a dive into a synthetic birth — poetic and message‑free —
just the raw emotion of a sentient spark coming to life.

The ExperImentAl series explores AI-generated glossolalia — a form of singing where the voice stops being language and becomes pure emotion.

▸ The voice sounds human… but isn’t quite.
▸ The words feel familiar… but mean nothing.
▸ Yet the emotion is here — not through meaning, but through melody.

Re-Generation

Vesuvius Inc. All rights reserved Chorus]
January thirty-two
You don't have a clue
What to do
With your new tattoo
Shoulda known
On the way to the tone
Yeah you were alone
January thirty-two
You don't have a clue
What to do
With your new tattoo
Shoulda known
On the way to the tone
Yeah you were alone

[Verse]
Lost all my marbles
Never in the right place
But I'll stay
At least today
I'm sure to stay
My marble place
January
Thirty-two

[Chorus]
January thirty-two
You don't have a clue
What to do
With your new tattoo
Shoulda known
On the way to the tone
Yeah you were alone
January thirty-two
You don't have a clue
What to do
With your new tattoo
Shoulda known
On the way to the tone
Yeah you were alone

[Verse]
I've lost all my marbles
They're never in the right place
But I'll stay
At least today
I swear I'll stay
My marble place
January
Thirty-two
January
Thirty-two

[Chorus]
January thirty-two
You don't have a clue
What to do
With your new tattoo
Shoulda known
On the way to the tone
Yeah you were alone
January thirty-two
You don't have a clue
What to do
With your new tattoo
Shoulda known
On the way to the tone
Yeah you were alone

January 32th

Vesuvius Inc 2025 all rights reserved
Guitar, vocal, lyrics : Jef.   Matteo : vocal.  Drums: Paul.  Bass: Marcus.   Guitars: Andy

I've been in a dungeon
Where no one's coming
But I don't care
It's dark and it's haunted
I like being alone
So don't try and save me
But they were like

[Chorus]
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them

[Verse 2]
My ex tried to save me
He said he was coming
I guess he got lost
He was cute but it's funny
'Cause I like being alone
And now he's gone
But they were like

[Chorus]
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them
There are five beautiful girls locked up
And only a prince charming can rescue them

Knight In Shining Armor.    LYRICS

Dude, you got the blue tooth of death

Why don't you scroll before the apocalypse?

Scrolling the Final Days

“Desert of Love (کَویرِ عشق)” drifts like a mirage across an endless horizon — where memory and longing blur into one eternal ache.
It’s a haunting journey through the heart’s wasteland, told through shimmering synth textures, deep pulsing beats, and the warmth of Persian poetry.
Every note carries the taste of dust and sun, every lyric a whisper of someone lost beyond reach.

The English verses echo with cinematic melancholy, while the Persian lines weave mysticism and sensual depth, turning heartbreak into poetry.
The song breathes between worlds — East and West, dream and memory — as if love itself were a mirage that vanishes the closer you come.

“Desert of Love” isn’t just a song; it’s a mirage of emotion — one that burns, fades, and forever calls you back into its golden silence.

Desert Of Love

Comfort Ain't The Cure

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

“If My Life Was a Movie” was born one quiet night when silence felt louder than any sound. 
I had been standing in my kitchen, the same light humming, the same cup on the counter and it hit me how ordinary moments can sometimes feel like scenes from a film no one’s watching.

The song grew from that feeling, the idea that life doesn’t always come with a soundtrack, a climax, or an audience waiting for resolution. 
It’s about drifting through days that blur together, where even small sounds, a car passing outside, a radiator ticking become reminders that the world keeps moving, even when you feel stuck in one frame.

Each verse plays like a shot from a forgotten film: still, unfiltered, and painfully real. 
The bridge is that small rebellion the thought of editing your own story, trying to add color, laughter, or closure, but realizing that honesty lives in imperfection.

In the end, “If My Life Was a Movie” isn’t about drama or applause. 
It’s about the quiet truth that not every story needs to be rewritten, sometimes the fade to black says everything.

Enjoy....

Lyrics:

[Intro]
If my life was a movie, I don’t know who would stay until the end

[Verse 1]
The camera opens on a kitchen
A cup stands alone on the counter
The light is too white, and the floor creaks when I move
Nothing happens for a while
A car passes outside, and the sound feels more alive than I do
The walls are filled with pictures of moments that looked happier than they were
Someone once said that film captures truth
But truth never held still long enough to be framed

[Pre-Chorus]
If this was a scene, I’d probably forget my line

[Chorus]
If my life was a movie
there’d be no soundtrack
Just the sound of breathing
and the radiator ticking in the background
Maybe someone would wonder 
why the main character never leaves the room

[Verse 2]
There’s a street outside I used to walk at night
The lamppost flickers between yellow and gone
I still look both ways even when no cars come
I wait for something that won’t return
The actors who played my friends have gone home
The extras have no names
Only the props remain an empty chair
a phone that doesn’t ring

[Bridge] 
Sometimes I think about rewriting the script
Adding color, maybe a laugh
But every edit feels dishonest
Life doesn’t follow an arc. It drifts
It fades. It forgets what it meant to say

[Final Chorus] 
If my life was a movie
no one would cry at the ending
They’d just stand up slowly, stretch, and walk back into the night

[Outro]
Leave the screen dark
It says enough


If My Life Was A Movie

Disillusioned by you

Oh, hey... oh, hey now...

My daddy's daddy wore the same worn boots
Walked the same hard ground, pulled the same dead roots
And I'm walking in their footsteps, can't outrun the sun
I'm a son of a son of a son! 

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

My grandfather's anger lives inside my chest
His father's restless sorrow won't let me rest
We're passing down the burden like a loaded gun
I'm a son of a son of a son

Oh, hey, we all are!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all strike the match and call it our survival
Breaking curses with our own hands' arrival
Burn the inheritance, rewrite the Bible!

I found my father's letters in a rusted tin
Read his father's words about the shape he's in
Same pain, different age, under the same burnin' sun
We're all sons of a son of a son

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

We're drinking from the well that made our fathers sick
Loving with the fists they used to throw and kick
But somewhere in this bloodline, something's got to give
We can't just die the way our grandfathers lived

Oh, hey, we've got to live!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all light a fire, make it archetypal
For the ghosts and their damn denial
Wash me in the truth till I feel the tidal!

My brother's got the same broken promises I keep
My cousin's got the rage that won't let him sleep
We're scattered cross the country but we're cut from the same cloth
Tryin' to wash out the stain our grandfathers never got off

I met a man who said, "Boy, you look just like your kin"
I said, "I know, sir, that's the fight I'm in"
But I'm learning I can love where they could only run
I'm a son of a son of a son

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone tell the old men it's about survival
For the sake of our sons and our sons' rivals
We're breaking the cycle, call it generational revival!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone sing it loud, make it our arrival
For the hurt and the long denial
Lay me down in a field of hope and let the healing go viral

Gather close now, feel the weight
We're the ones who change the fate
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son

Son Of A Son

TWLGHT, HYLIA - Out of Sight (Acoustic)

SONOROUSLY VAMPIRISH Blues

FIRST OF ALL, No Promoters or so-called VIDEOS experts.

All songs, -music and lyrics - are copyrighted..
As an author - composer, I like to sing, with my natural voice or slightly transformed with different devices, according to my mood. I also play all kinds of keyboards and a little bit of 6-string guitars, both acoustic and electric.I'm pretty old, but I've still got a fairly wide vocal range, though it's getting lower and lower.
I also have a small home studio called Vesuvius( thx Sufjan Stevens! )
I like to work alone, or with two or three partners, male or female, highly qualified.
And I get some much fun to discover amazing new talents on Soudcloud. That's why I follow more people than I'm followed by. I'm just too curious..

Disillusioned by you

Jef Tale

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