Extraordinary track, Joe👍👍👍 "The baldest truth"😅😅. I'm with you: I've Lost my hair and that's not fair!!!!

started losing mine at 17, big bald patch by 26.. Gave up & shaved my head at 28.

Joe! I needed that.  Great song. Hahaha!! My next cover:) stick with the hair theme. Nice having you around - putting a smile on our face even during shitty times 👍 😁

this song is hilarious, and heartfelt, love it!

Made for fun — Electro Pop at 115-120 bpm that hopefully makes you want to dance 💃🕺💃💃🕺🕺 A light-hearted fun song because Atlanta (A-Town) is fun, y’all — hot and humid 🥵 — but never dull. 

Composed digitally MIDI to DAW via VST instruments, all original, no AI, made by a human 

Available to download (.wav) if anyone feels inspired to collaborate for a remix, adding vocals or whatever. DM me if you prefer MP3.
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Home to sports legend Hank Aaron and Braves baseball, southern cooking, tons of historical landmarks — from Centennial Olympic Park to the King Memorial Center — and history-makers, MLK, John Lewis, Jimmy and Rosalyn Carter to name a few, A-Town has neighborhoods of talented minds from all over the world. 

As the American South’s “Ellis Island”, our melting pot of metro neighborhoods makes us ATL strong and welcoming. As home to dozens of colleges and universities, Atlanta acts as a hub for higher education.

Night clubs? And hip hop? Oh yeah, we got that! A-Town is also a huge urban center for LGBTQ folks, so if you’re straight but not narrow, come, dine, and party with us!
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115/120 bpm

Written in 2022, I ordinarily don’t compose above 100 bpm but A-Town needed a 2025 refresh — the beats fit ATL.

DAW Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI Akai Professional Keyboard 

E-INSTRUMENTS
Concert Grand 
SoCal Ballad Piano 
Classical Acoustic Guitar 
Flamenco Echoes 
Plucked Bass Arp
Deep Round Synth Bass 
Analog Phaser Pulse
Film Memories synth
Chordal Chimes
Classic Pad 
SoCal Ballad Piano
Ambient Lead
Indian Sitar
Chinese Guzheng Zither
Modern TR-727 Timbales High
Persian Santoor

E-PERCUSSION 
Atlanta Drum Kit 
Beat Machine 
Hip Hop Kit 
2-Step Remix
Pawn Shop 808 Maracas 
Castanets

COVER ART is original CGI by SUNNYBECK using a composite derived from AI-generated images rendered as original CGI, then retouched and designed in Photoshop.

2023 Copyright SUNNYBECK 
All rights reserved 2025
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Summertime in A-Town

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

This is a hybrid track..  Featuring My Neighbor Eco Freq Or just "Benne"

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Foujita          ( translated after French Text )

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/wG4DmzweoTE

Texte :             Philippe J.  (@PhilippeJ.)
Chant :            Delphine     (@Ze Delph )
Musique : Alain Illos
e vous attends ici comme je vous sais là-bas
Et déjà de Paris si loin des embarras
Vous nous avez quittés mais vous n’avez pas fuit
Je vous sais étranger à tout ce qui ennuie
(Seulement) À tout ce qui ce qui ennuie
Foujita
Dans ce café maté ou s’entassent nos vies
Amère destiné qu’un passé déconfit
Je les vois défiler ces années, Ho chat oui !
Et si désemparée, je vous cherche, Dandy
Où sont passés Soutine et Modigliani ?
Que nous dit Picasso, loin de l’académie ?
Quand Zadkine est parti vivre aux États-Unis
Vous peignez loin d’ici mon portrait alangui
Mais moi je suis restée dans le vieux Montparnasse
Mon regard décalé s’embue et je me glace
Je voudrais présager votre retour en grâce
Léonard, Léonard, mon ami
Aussi je vous écrit Foujita aux traits fins
Aux blancs évaporés, aux gris évanescents
Et je m’évanouis lorsqu’en y repensant
Je fonds et me répands aux lits de vos glacis
Merci à vous Fuji, ô parure de mode
Homme déraciné, d’un monde qui désaccorde
Épris de liberté comme des anciens codes
Pour ce portrait léger, je vous le dis, merci

I wait for you here as I know you are there
And already so far from Paris and its troubles
You left us, but you did not flee
I know you are a stranger to everything that bores
(Only) to everything that bores
Foujita
In this dark café where our lives are crammed together
Bitter fate, a ruined past
I see those years go by, oh yes!
And so distraught, I search for you, Dandy
Where have Soutine and Modigliani gone?
What does Picasso tell us, far from the academy?
When Zadkine left to live in the United States
You paint my languid portrait far from here
But I stayed in old Montparnasse
My offbeat gaze clouds over and I freeze
I would like to predict your return to grace
Leonard, Leonard, my friend
So I write to you, Foujita, with fine lines
With evaporated whites and evanescent grays
And I faint when I think back
I melt and spread across the beds of your glazes
Thank you, Fuji, oh fashion adornment
Uprooted man, from a world out of tune
Enamored of freedom like the ancient codes
For this light portrait, I say to you, thank you

Foujita  avec Delphine

The final one of the series of rough demos created by Hubert Stytz 
Hubert Stytz: vocals, all instruments, composition and arrangement
Pee Gee       : lyrics

Inspired by the overwhelming beauty of nature and the secrets of meditation ,  calmness  and mystical miracles!
INANNA

There´s a sound as darkness grows
In the moorlands till the nightwind blows
There´s a whisper up in the evening sky
Out in the distance the seagulls cry

Inanna.. Inanna.......Inanna.. Inanna

There´s a glow, a flickering in the air
Causing a change, a change of atmosphere
When the sun goes down , it´s fiery red
The moonlight shines so bright instead

It´s the wind that whispers in my ear
Sweet words of soothing I yearn to hear
As we sit  and watch the glowing stars above
Peaceful hours bring words of love

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna...Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna.......

Inanna.. Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna.. Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna.. Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna.. Inanna..a touch under cover of darkness

Inanna.. Inanna.. a walk............................................

Inanna

Carl from the Beautiful dark wrote a song today titled "Baldy Patty" and  it inspired me to write my own personal a song about baldness.  I started to lose my hair in my early twenties, and for awhile it bothered me and then one day, I decided to shave my head and I have never looked back. And now so many years have passed that I have been bald longer than I had hair. 
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Guitar (two strumming tracks) Taylor 114CE 
Organ (playing my midi keyboard using the Logic Pro Organ plug in)
Strings (playing my midi keyboard using Native Instruments strings)
Piano: EZ Keys 2 (Indie Pop (tweed))
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Midi track with sounds from Native instruments Rickenbacker)
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My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.
My hair’s falling out, and I’m singing this song to you.

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got on my toes, I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But the one place I want it, it keeps falling out.  
My hair’s falling out and I don’t know what to do.

I shaved my head until the top of my skull was shiny
And I know it’s counterintuitive but I’m no longer bald and whiny.
When you’re young, you assume that you’ll always have hair
And then when you start to lose it, you think it’s not fair
Sampson in the bible when he lost his hair, he became so weak
But that guy on the bottle of mister clean is definitely no geek

I’ve got hair on my fingers; I’ve got hair on my neck.  
I’ve got hair on my toes; I’ve got hair on my chest.  
But where it’s missing on the top of my head, I no longer care one bit.
Because now when it comes to baldness, I don’t give a shit

My Hair's Falling Out

Schalter Off

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is the final part of my small experimental project called „What’s Up?”.
Hope you enjoy the „rockabilly vibe” of this song ! 😎

The lead guitar part was recorded in real time, as always in my songs! 🔆🎸

Thanks a lot for listening and support!
Artur

What’s Up? (Final Part)

Fractured Legends is a post-hardcore journey through worlds on the edge of chaos, following heroes, monsters, and lost souls as they face impossible battles. From reanimated warriors confronting their past, to mechanical champions clashing with endless armies, to dragons igniting hope in lands consumed by darkness, each track explores courage, defiance, and the relentless fight for redemption. With raw emotion and unyielding intensity, the album weaves together tales of sacrifice, rebellion, and the burdens carried by those who dare to stand against fate.

Across shattered kingdoms and towering fortresses, Fractured Legends captures the collision of ambition and destiny, isolation and resolve, fear and resilience. Whether soaring on wings of fire, wielding power beyond comprehension, or guarding forgotten realms, every song channels the tension of epic conflict and the fragile humanity that fuels it. This is a collection where hope burns brightest amid devastation, and where every legend, fractured or whole, leaves an indelible mark on the world.

Scars of Tomorrow

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.

My Hair's Falling Out

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