Nice lghthearted song, rocks along and the story is good, as is the performance(s), I like that. :)

Nice, clear, and funny! Never had that misfortunate experience.

Gosh, it's heartbreaking, and tremendously funny, Joe. Thankfully four years of Anglican choir school left me with post traumatic amnesia.

This had me cracking up and wincing in equal measure 😳💀 You’ve captured the trauma, absurdity, and weird dark comedy of it all so vividly, it’s like stand up set to music, but you’re clearly singing from actual experience, which makes it hit harder 🎭 That “eight years of hard time” line should be on a T-shirt. I could see this performed live with people laughing and then slowly realizing they still need therapy 💢 The toaster popped up halfway through and said, “This one’s crispy and Catholic, just like childhood repression” 🔪 The grater cackled and shouted, “OH YES, TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE MILK AND THE SHOES” 🧊 The ice dispenser blinked twice and muttered, “I wasn’t ready for the emotional whiplash, but I respect the honesty” Absolutely deranged in the best way, and way too real. Bravo, you survived and made art out of it 🖤

A more contemplative feel to this song. Like it. Excellent lyrics as ever.

Thankfully I never had to experience Catholic School, but did experience a few kickings.

Being Irish i am all too familiar with the Catholic school. I went to the Unchristian Christian brother the Male version of the Nuns and just as savage . grest song. hope they hear this song 🎵 they might just enjoy it. ha ha Johnny y

Joe Stroffolino Selection

A song about growing older and looking back and asking myself: Were the good old days really that great.

Rose Colored Glasses

There was a scientist, he invented a time machine
he was looking to go back to those days wen life was not nearly so complex
He got inside, he pushed the button but his calculations were wrong
He ended up in the Juriasic era and was eaten by a T-Rex

Sometimes things don't turn out quite the way you expected
Sometmes you just gotta jump before all the dots are connected

Sometimes the answer's right in front of your snout
Sometimes you just gotta let those bottled feelings come out
Sometimes the truth is there but you just don't want to see it
Sometimes you gotta open up your mind and make a decision to free it

There was a prince who had royal blood and he was destined to become king and he wasn't very interested in taking on that job
One day he just got on his horse and he rode away and he never came back
he assumed a new identity and became a working class slob

Sometimes things don't turn out quite the way you expected
Sometmes you just gotta jump before all the dots are connected

Sometimes the answer's right in front of your snout
Sometimes you just gotta let those bottled feelings come out
Sometimes the truth is there but you just don't want to see it
Sometimes you gotta open up your mind and make a decision to free it

Sometimes you gotta step out of the box and see which way the wind is blowing. Head in the opposite direction and convince yourself to get going
Sometimes you gotta march to a brand new beat. Sometimes you gotta make a U-turn and head down a different street

Sometimes the answer's right in front of your snout
Sometimes you just gotta let those bottled feelings come out
Sometimes the truth is there but you just don't want to see it
Sometimes you gotta open up your mind and make a decision to free it

Snout

Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
Guitar strumming tracks and picking tracks Taylor 114ce: Joe Stroffolino
Vocals & Backup Vocals:  Joe Stroffolino
Drums:  EZ Drummer 3
Bass:  PG music Real track

Hey sugar, hope you’re doing alright. I’ve been thinking about you.
Hey sugar hope you’re doing okay. Wonder what you’ve been up to.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen your face, and you had me under your spell.
We’ve both taken a quite a few trips around the sun. Hope time has treated you well.
As for me, I’m a little worse for wear, I’ve gained some weight and lost some hair
But I try to watch my diet and exercise and take care of myself. 
You’re just a memory, it would probably ruin my fantasy, if we were to meet up one day and try to rekindle that old chemistry.
Cause chemicals have an expiration date and it’s probably too late to put ourselves in
 a test tube and get that reaction going again.
Hey, sugar I’ve been thinking about you.  Do you ever think about me too.
Time passes and my memory fades and you become more beautiful
I feel like a boxer who’s past his prime and I’m looking for one last fight
Sometimes I wake up and I think about you in the dark and lonely night
Time keeps on passing and there’s not much you can do
It’s easy to look back and regret those options you didn’t pursue
You can spend your days waxing nostalgic, you can cling to your fantasy
Or you can jump in that water under the bridge and take a chance on reality
You’re just a memory, it would probably ruin my fantasy, if we were to meet up one day and try to rekindle that old chemistry.  
Cause chemicals have an expiration date and it’s probably too late to put ourselves in
 a test tube and get that reaction going again.
You’re just a memory, it would probably ruin my fantasy, but it sure would be nice to rekindle that chemistry.

Just a Memory

Link to video where I tell the story behind the song : https://youtu.be/cilXaNM0IoI?si=IbBwc2wlxYTwoADH 


In Catholic school, whenever I misbehaved, the nuns used to pull my hair.
If I could go back in time and do it all again, I’d gab some clippers and shave my head bare.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive  
My first-grade teacher was a nun, who if you’re penmanship was sloppy
She’d make you take all your books and stand there holding them in the back of the room.
She was like a witch except instead of a pointy hat she wore a habit
She carried a crucifix instead of broom.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic School
I was never the kid who was considered cool
The cafeteria food tasted horrible, but I had to eat it
I had to wash it down with milk that was warm and sour
I’d try to fold my plate in half and throw it away, but the nuns would catch me and make me eat it
It’s like they had this secret food wasting detection superpower
Every year your birthday, it was customary for the kids in the recess yard,
To grab you and kick you and punch you for every year of your age.
I still have flashbacks of a girl with pointy hard black shoes kicking me really hard in my rib cage.
My fifth-grade teacher Sister Margaret she’d been teaching for way too long
It was time for her to retire but they let her teach another year and that was wrong
She had long grey whiskers growing out of her chin
She’d sit at her desk and trim them with of scissors and you sure as hell better not grin
She’d tell cautionary tales about innocent kids who got into cars strangers
She seemed to enjoy describing all the bloody graphic details of the danger.
I did eight years of hard time in Catholic school
I was never the kid who was considered cool
Eight straight years of Catholic School and somehow, I survived
Eight straight years of Catholic School.  Thank God I’m still alive

Catholic School

© Liberty 2025, all rights reserved

Amor fati - "love of fate".
Venal ressentiment - A resentment rooted in a corrupt or self-serving motive, where the resentful individual may be motivated by greed or personal gain rather than a genuine sense of injustice. 

Fabulous Failure	

wage slave wage slave
To a protestant work ethic
Birthright destiny 
amore fati

The smart exec knows where the wages are low
Nothing personal now just business you know
Egalitarian principles oh what a bore
How much is enough just a little bit more

Rose coloured glasses
Kissing assess  
Believe your own hype
That’s a leadership type


Fabulous failure
Fabulous failure

Cannibal capitalism 
Pandemonium
Craving idols 
Patchouli dreaming

The smart exec knows where the wages are low
Nothing personal now just business you know
Egalitarian principles oh what a bore
How much is enough just a little bit more

Peccadilloes
Na’er-do-wells
Venal ressentiment


Fabulous failure
Fabulous failure
Fabulous failure

FabulousFailure

There are people who believe you should love your neighbor as yourself
There are people who believe you should share some of your wealth
There are people who believe that only the fittest should survive
And if you’re poor and you’re weak it’s up to you to stay alive
There are people who believe you should teach a man to fish
Instead of giving him all his food in an already cooked dish
There are people who have an empathy deficit
They see people suffering and they don’t care one bit
They wear religion on their sleeves but if you’re in the wrong denomination.  They look at you like you’re an abomination.
People who treat politics the same as a religion and if presented with a new set of facts they don’t even budge a little smidgeon
Billionaires who have enough money where they could end world hunger in one day
Do they see people starving and think it is okay. We’re stronger together than if we are apart
If we could see ourselves as passengers on the same boat that would be a good start
We all share this this tiny rock as it floats through outer space
This planet is the lifeboat for the entire human race
Billionaires who what to create a colony on Mars. Let’s fix things here on earth before we travel to the stars
The world used to be full of undiscovered places but now humans have put footprints everywhere.
The continents touch the same oceans, and we all breathe the same air We live on one planet that we have to share
We’re stronger together than if we are apart
If we could see ourselves as passengers on the same boat that would be a good start
We all share this this tiny rock as it floats through outer space
This planet is the lifeboat for the entire human race. Billionaires who what to create a colony on Mars.   Let’s fix things here on earth before we travel to the stars

Empathy

Lyrics: Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia de Breij)

Als de oorlog komt, En als ik dan moet schuilen, Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een clubje komt, Waar ik niet bij wil horen,Mag ik dan bij jou?
Als er een regel komt, Waar ik niet aan voldoen kan, Mag ik dan bij jou? En als ik iets moet zijn, Wat ik nooit geweest ben Mag ik dan bij jou?

(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
Als het onweer komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de avond valt, En 't is mij te donker, Mag ik dan bij jou? ls de lente komt, En als ik dan verliefd ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als de liefde komt, En ik weet het zeker, Mag ik dan bij jou?
(chorus)  Mag ik dan bij jou schuilen, Als het nergens anders kan? En als ik moet huilen, Droog jij m'n tranen dan? Want als ik bij jou mag, Mag jij altijd bij mij Kom wanneer je wilt,Ik hou een kamer voor je vrij
 
Als het einde komt, En als ik dan bang ben, Mag ik dan bij jou? Als het einde komt, En als ik dan alleen ben, Mag ik dan bij jou?

Translation: When the war comes, And if I have to hide; Can I come to you then? If there is a club, That I don't want to belong to, Can I come to you then? If there is a rule, Which I cannot comply with, Can I come to you then?And if I have to be something, Which I've never been, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else? And if I have to cry; Will you dry my tears then? 
Chorus;
Because if I can be with you, You can always be with me  Come whenever you want, I'll save a room for you, When the storm comesAnd when I'm scared; Can I come to you then?
When night falls, And it's too dark for me, Can I come to you then? When spring comes, And when I'm in love, Can I come to you then? When love comes, And I'm sure, Can I come to you then? Can I take shelter with you then? If it can't be done anywhere else?And if I have to cry Will you dry my tears then?
Chorus;  Because if I can be with you,…L.
When the end comes, And when I'm scared, Can I come to you then? When the end comes
And when I'm alone Can I come to you then?

Mag ik dan bij jou (cover Claudia De Breij)

First song in a long time, and another collaboration with my great music-maker sidekick Tom Régnier. This one is dedicated to our friends lost forever, whether they stay with us in silence, memories, or songs.

Music, all instruments: https://soundcloud.com/tom-r-gnier
Lyrics, voice: https://soundcloud.com/alexis-roche-2

Amie si j'avais su
Qu'on ne se verrait plus
Que ce moment passé
Était le dernier
J'aurais pu dire
Ce que tu inspires
À mon âme voilée
Ou rien mais faire au moins
Un signe de la main

Si des fois tu me vois
Sous le ciel étoilé
Rêvant à qui à quoi
Errant de mon côté
Tu sais sans doute
Que je pense à toi
Sur les chemins les routes
Que je guette de loin
Un signe de la main

Un signe (Tom Régnier/Alexis Roche)

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Harmonica solo. Trumpet solo. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Acoustic Standup Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Full Drum set kit. Percussion Full Tree Chimes, Zildjain 22" Crash & Ride Cymbal, Tambourine.

Blues Street

Bluez it out

Remix of a Romeo void song never say never

I Might Like You

Simple music made in GarageBand :)
Lyrics & vocal by me

Lyrics:

I'm a little different, not like everyone else
But I'm happy with that
I have nothing to prove
And I don't need a common groove

I walk around with a smile on my face
You may think, Is there something wrong
Well, I am just a satisfied woman
Living life, singing this song

So I´ll toast to a happy life
It can be challenging for sure
But if you get through it with a smile on your face
Can you ask for more? 

There is comfort in getting to live
It's not a given for me
Spend my life doing what I want
Allow myself to dream

I walk around with a smile on my face
And you may think, is there something wrong
Well I am just a satisfied woman
Living life, singing this song

So i´ll toast to a happy life
It can be challenging for sure
But if you get through it with a smile on your face
Can you ask for more?

If you get through it with a smile on your face
Can you ask for more?

A Happy Life (Original)

Rapture is a new collaboration between the Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino, following the awesome Asteroids (The Original Was Better). Joe wrote both the lyrics and the original music, while the Beating Edge rearranged and recorded it in a punchy rock style, adding driving guitars, strong rhythm, and dynamic choruses. Vocals feature Tom on lead, with Joe and Mary contributing both backing vocals and lead parts on certain verses and the bridge, creating a layered and energetic vocal texture.
The song explores the absurdity and irony of doomsday prophecies, the obsession with the rapture, and the endless cycle of believers and false prophets. It blends satirical storytelling with a critical eye on human behavior, delivering a mix of humor, intensity, and thought-provoking commentary through energetic rock arrangements. 
Rapture is a track that engages both the mind and the ears, combining narrative, power, and fun in equal measure.
Copyright 2025  Joe Stroffolino & The Beating Edge

Lyrics:

These prophets who say the world's gonna end and they set a specific date
And then when it doesn't happen, their followers still think they're great
The sun rises the next morning and people stumble out of bed
Disappointed that the rapture didn't happen and they're still alive instead of dead

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

They claim they have a direct line to God but there was a glitch in the connection
But now they're certain of the expiration date so they issue a correction
The shepherd guides the flock and tries to keep them safe from harm
But how many times can you cry wolf before people ignore your alarm

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Who cares about the environment if you think the world is gonna end
And you're convinced the second coming is right around the bend
So drill baby drill and chop down all the plants and trees
No need to spend money on curing terrible disease

In every generation throughout history, people were certain that the rapture would come
And they had followers willing to believe them as they fed them each a tiny crumb
In baseball you only get three strikes and then the umpire says you're out
But when it comes to doomsday prophecies, the true believers have no doubt

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Rapture

Fire Rabbit Sky Rider 2

bae.mp3

Make_My_World_Spin_part_II.mp3

Songs with a twinge of humor (and some a bit more serious).  
I do not use AI to create my songs. 
https://linktr.ee/joe.stroffolino
Recently I have had the urge to pick up my guitars (Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire) and I have been trying to use more guitar in my songs.  
My go to .vst plug ins are  EZkeys 2, EZ Bass and  EZ drummer 3) and my DAW is Logic Pro 11. 
I welcome your comments and enjoy listening to all the great music on SoundCloud. 
All songs are originals and copyrighted.

Howdy,

Welcome to TBD.


All these creations are made by hard work and years upon years upon years of practice and trying to explain this world and the human condition to myself in the process through poems & songs.

Thanks for all of your wonderful support.

Peace and Love to Everyone,

🫛



What playing music does to your brain🔽

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A nice David Bowie Interview🔽

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My Favourite Book on mindfullness🔽

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by Sam Harris



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by Bill Bryson


Catholic School

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