You’ve been thinking about those good old days when the future was a blank slate
And all those choices that you made that got you to this current state
If you could go back in time and give yourself some advice
Instead of choosing the safe path, maybe you should have rolled the dice

Time can pass so quickly
But in the moment, it feels slow
And then one day you ask yourself
Where did all that time go
You can dip your toes in the water 
And slowly easy your body in
Or you can walk up to the edge 
And jump in and swim

Those were your salad days but now your lettuce is wilted
You lost your mojo somewhere along the way
You tell yourself you can’t go back you’re goanna keep on marching forward
And somehow, it’s all goanna turn out okay

You can go through life agitated and tightly wound
You can live your life like a dog trapped in a pound
You can wake up every morning and do the same thing you did the day before
Or you can look at yourself in the mirror and say you’re not goanna take it anymore

You’re heading down the road towards an unpleasant destination
And you’re searching for a way to change your situation
You can dip your toes in the water and slowly easy your body in
Or you can walk up to the edge and  jump in and swim

Those were your salad days but now your lettuce is wilted
You lost your mojo somewhere along the way
You tell yourself you can’t go back you’re goanna keep on marching forward
And somehow, it’s all goanna turn out okay
Those were your salad days but now your lettuce is wilted
You lost your mojo somewhere along the way
You tell yourself you can’t go back you’re goanna keep on marching forward
And somehow, it’s all goanna turn out okay
Here’s hoping  that tomorrow’s goanna be a better day.

Salad Days

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The night I met Inoxx & The Toxx, the city was drowning in its own reflections.

I was chasing what the department called the “Epic Journey case”: people who didn’t jump, didn’t run, didn’t die — they just stepped out of their lives after looping the same anonymous track on repeat. No body, no note. Just headphones on a pillow and a playlist full of ghosts.

Every scene looked the same. A laptop still warm. A browser paused on the same profile. One track spinning in the history, over and over: instrumental, trip-hop, strings, radio static and a heartbeat that wasn’t quite human. The last victim had renamed it “Nocturne: A Night of Wonders,” like they thought it was a private joke.

The trail pulled me uphill to a mansion that shouldn’t have had lights on at 2 a.m. Inside, the air tasted like old secrets. A grand piano waited by the fireplace. On the lid: three glasses, one half-empty, like someone had drunk their courage and left.

They were already there.

A punk with a green mohawk sat at the piano, leather jacket, Union Jack on the sleeve, fingers resting on the keys. By the window, a woman in a red dress watched the city. Her blue hair caught the glow from outside. Between them stood a tall figure in a velvet suit with an old computer monitor for a head, screen humming softly.

“Rough night, detective?” the monitor crackled. “Doesn’t look much like a Summer in Paris to me. Sit.”

I didn’t remember telling them I was a detective. I sat anyway.

The punk started to play. Slow, smoky chords. The kind of music that makes good decisions feel optional. It curled around my thoughts and dug up things I’d tried to bury. Regrets. Almosts. The people I hadn’t saved.

“That’s the one from the file,” I said. My voice sounded further away than it should have.

“In one version,” the woman murmured. “Out there they give it new names. Someone called it The Bright Side of the Moon once. Someone else named it after a person they should have let go. Some write Beware of the Quiet Girl in the title and pretend it’s not about themselves.”

She finally looked at me. Her eyes were too calm, like someone who’d seen every ending and stopped being surprised by any of them.

“The music doesn’t take them,” she said. “We don’t take them. They come here on their own. We just… give their feelings somewhere to live.”

In the corner, a tape machine turned, big reels spinning in a lazy circle. The labels were handwritten: track titles, dates, initials. I recognized some from the case files. One bartender had told me, “That song, it’s like it knows what you almost did.”

Then I saw it. My own initials. Same careful handwriting. Same date as tonight.

On the monitor, the image shifted. I watched myself open the front door, step into the room, drip on the carpet. Same coat. Same tired eyes. Same bad feeling dragging behind me like a second shadow. Behind that, another version of me. And another. Each one slightly different. A word changed here, a hesitation shaved off there. A dozen takes of the same scene.

“If you’re here,” the screen said, voice dropping into the mix, “it means you pressed play again.”

Time folded in my ears. I tried to stand, but the chords held me in place. I understood, suddenly, why no one left a note. You don’t write a goodbye letter to a song. You just hit play one more time and let it do the talking.

“That’s the real Epic Journey,” the punk said quietly, not looking at me. “Not running away. Finally letting the soundtrack match what’s inside your head.”

Moonlight slid across the room, erasing the corners. For a second, the salon didn’t feel like a place at all, more like the inside of a track: loops, echoes, reverb, tiny details you only hear on the tenth listen.

“That’s how it works here,” the woman in red said. “Nobody goes missing, detective.”

She leaned back into the shadows as the tape clicked and locked into place.

“They just stay in the song.”

Welcome to my mind …You have reached avant- music  stylings of #slothguardthecrazyviking  Composing and playing for fun and the joy of playing.   A style of music like no other with Talk Back Tamale studio and productions.  
Enjoy the music Sub, like, share.  Cheers!!

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.

instrumental pop, piano, jazz, electronic...

I’m exploring the potential of instrumental music.
I hope you like it.

always open to collabs and suggestions! dm me here on soundcloud

Heidi-Marie Arapa, known online as #ARAPAMusic, has cultivated her creative life on Soundcloud since discovering the platform in 2012. This space serves as the outlet for her diverse musical talents, where she composes, plays, and produces a wide spectrum of genres. Proficient in piano accordion, piano, and two synthesizers, Heidi-Marie orchestrates her sonic visions using Logic Pro X DAW. While her journey on Soundcloud unexpectedly led her into electronic music production, she also enjoys lending her voice to a touch of jazz. Since 2012, she has dedicated herself to music composition, production, and sound, undertaking orchestration and global collaborative projects. Heidi-Marie shares her creations openly, appreciating any resonance her music finds, and understanding when it doesn't.

New Album Released 29 August 2024

https://heidimariearapa.bandcamp.com/album/classical-compositions-2024

Album "Greetings From Australia" with my dear friend Wiesenberg 
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/31YvZRb2A16PoZBUmx5y0s?si=0c13ba6b19494de0

https://vimeo.com/846466472

I also feature my talented friends whose profiles I occasionally rotate on my profile since joining the Soundcloud Community, they have encouraged & supported  musicianship & creativity.  I cannot thank them enough #greatfriends #trust #respect

https://spotify.link/1e82g87w3Db
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6L1qFzNenl1bRHGtDkK6gW?si=4ba561ca84df41a1

https://www.instagram.com/arapa_music/

https://linktr.ee/ArapaMusic

My parents listened to Franz Liszt - I still have the original record so I ended up a fan.  My music teacher was the late: Anatoly Miroshnyk (born August 19, 1923 - died July 14, 2011) was a Ukrainian composer, pianist, teacher, musician and public figure.
https://musical-world.com.ua/en/artists/miroshnik-anatoly-mikhailovich/

We often think of talented musicians as folks who start young and advance their skills via the finest education available to them. While this is certainly true in some cases, there are plenty who realised many of their artistic capacities without the aid of specialised instruction or a degree in music. 
#patience #perseverance #persistence #perspiration #nevergiveup

Thank you for visiting my profile. 

https://www.abc.net.au/triplejunearthed/artist/heidi-marie-arapa/
https://youtube.com/@ARAPAMUSICPRODUCER

Where words leave off, music begins.. Not everyone has the ability to compose music I also sing Jazz & Blues with musicians on Wikiloops a truly amazing community.

 I've always been passionate about music composition and fortunately the internet & technology made it possible to build a community in the clouds.

Find my global music journey since 2012 below:

https://linktr.ee/ArapaMusic

I've been tested by an examiner from the Australian Conservatorium of Music & apparently I have perfect pitch and blessed with the ability to accompany any musician, add hooks to any genre - as a singer I’m not great but who cares thats why most is spoken word.

I have my own style - either you like it or not -  always open for collaborations

🎤I have no fear of perfection - will never reach it 🎧   I don’t have the perfect voice nor am I aiming to be the best I'm only human with a passion for what I love music is in my heart.

Thank you to all who believe in me and MOST OF ALL my amazing Mentor thank you Sir for encouraging me to NEVER GIVE UP it all takes time and practice.

My mixing & mastering techniques have been learned from Youtube tutorials & experimenting with Logic Pro X.   I love the creativity and flexibility music production - a continual learning journey  of #passion #persistence #perspiration #patience
 
Having begun her musical journey at the young age of five with the piano accordion – an instrument initially more of an expectation than a choice, yet one for which she now holds deep gratitude – Heidi-Marie eventually transitioned into the captivating world of electronic music production a few years ago. This discovery led to the gentle retirement of her accordion, making space for her true passion: composing, producing, and sharing her sonic creations with the world. For Heidi-Marie, music is not just a pastime but a lifelong dedication, a constant until her final days.

Appreciate a like, repost or comment.  ❤️ 🌈🇦🇺

Rock,Techno,Ambient,Metal,EDM etc...
There is no border.
Enjoy freely!


I am drawn to folk, blues, soft rock, and country music, new and old. I love songs that tell a story, especially the Irish, English, and Scottish ballads of long ago because their stories are often timeless, and most everyone at any time can relate to. 
 
I also am a pastel painter and find being able to express universal emotions through my art, as well as writing lyrics and putting them to music that I can sing and play on my guitar or ukelele so rewarding and comforting.

Memories of people, places, and events throughout my life influence the songs I write.





the hardest out of Houston, Texas I was born with cerebral palsy. I feel like no one has a story like my May 2025 be my year. My disability is what gave me this ability?

Side Hustle Prophets is an original music and art project. Founded by Long Island, NY native Billy L Schaefer as a means of escape from things self destructive. Original music and art created independently or via collaboration with musicians and artist throughout the world. 

Performing artist and contributors:

Billy L Schaefer (NY) - Songwriter, composer, producer, vocals, guitar, bass, artwork
 
Sergio Aguilar (Merida, Mex) - producer, guitar, bass, Owner- Studio 423 Merida, Mex

Tatsuya Awaya (Yamaguchi, Japan) - guitars, bass, drums, producer, composer 

Christoph Schlüter (Germany) - guitars, bass, composer, producer, mixer. @chris_schlue

Christoph Karlheim (Germany) - Drums @mightymartens

Justin Scheidling (NY) - drums, percussion

David Phelps (NY) - Guitar

Tod Isler (NY) - Drums

Frank Guerrero (Mex) - Drums

Rodrigo Uribe (Mex) - Drums

Josh Clary (Pittsburgh) - Bass

Do what makes YOU happy without hurting yourself or others…

Salad Days

Joe Stroffolino