October

En souvenir de Maman

Original song by Coral.

Serene angel
Are you there in the trees in the breeze? 
Glorious angel
Hear the choir feel the air that I breath

Turn your head toward the sunlight
Turn your head toward the sunlight

Radiant memories
I thought I’d seen you for real in the haze
Cherished memories
I Thought I’d heard you for real I’m shivering now

But no I’m not afraid 
I’m not afraid to carry on
No I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on

Guardian angel
Do you know how I feel how I am?
Lovely angel
Do you know you are there in every prayers?

But no I’m not afraid 
I’m not afraid to carry on
No I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on

Lead me angel
Through the green through the time through my soul
Holy angel
I can feel you are here I’m shredding tears of joy

So no I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on
No I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to carry on

A Walk With Thee

the mirror is broken
some say that's a token
now bad things will happen

can't you see that it grows?
don't you think that it's gross?
do something about it

I would be embarrassed
and I would do my best
to hide myself well

well, the mirror is ...

the mirror is broken
and some say that's a token
now bad things will happen

you once were so pretty
this is such a pity
it's pretty disgusting

it's right there on your nose
it resembles my toe
that's the one with the fungus

...

and god only knows
it won't be just gross
maybe an explosion

I think you should leave us
I'll pay you for the bus
you know that we love you

The Mirror Is Broken

live perf : here

⤵️

https://youtu.be/dKJuys9mGbs?si=Nd17VLGano3iswPG


Stairway to heaven 🎹 - Led Zeppelin cover (piano)

Special thanks to Cecilia for her a cappella ...of which I modified the tone in order to fit perfectly with my arrangement and atmosphere

EQUALITY FOR ALL.  🎧

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Little Boy, Where Are You?

"tote liebe" grew from my instrumental Yearning, merging its melancholic string writing with a dark, epic vocal delivery.
This song is written to invite multiple readings — whether you hear a lost love, an unbroken obsession, or a dialogue with the shadow/self is entirely up to you.

Violin color
Lead lines use Virharmonic’s Bohemian Violin for feather-light bowing, intimate vibrato and fluid performance legato — a fragile, breathing tone that carries the lament.

Vocal disclosure (ACE Studio)
The voice is rendered with ACE Studio because no suitable singer was available in time. Melody, phrasing, dynamics and expression were composed and designed by me. I care about real, honest music: composition, arrangement, performance design, mixing & mastering are hand-crafted; ACE only renders the vocal line I wrote.

What to listen for

Slow, elastic phrases above restrained percussion; violin and low pads build tension.

Verse: close, chest-heavy voice; Chorus: wider, more distorted harmonics.

Bridge: violin answers the vocal in sighing intervals, then falls back into silence.

Tech notes
BPM ~128 (expressive rubato). Target loudness ~-14 LUFS, peak <-1 dBTP. Stereo: vocal center, violin wider.

Credits
Music, lyrics, arrangement, mix & master: DestKorn (Matthias K.)
Vocal rendering: ACE Studio (melody & expression by DestKorn)
Artwork: DestKorn

Lyrics (English version) 🎶❤️🎶
A glance into the light – my heart suffocates
Your scent fades – my blood turns to stone
I cry for you – yet you are far
But every wound still carries you with care
I – long – for you
For your curse, for your being
I – still – burn
Doomed alone – alone for all eternity
Your name decays upon my tongue
Love lies dead, while death feels whole
I follow blindly the ancient vow
You live in me – for all eternity
I – long – for you
For your curse, for your scent
I – still – burn
For a dream, for your simple existence
A fire in the deep
A scream in darkest night
This longing eats my life away
Until nothing in me wakes again

"tote liebe" ist aus meinem Instrumental Yearning entstanden und verbindet dessen melancholische Streicher & Piano mit einem düsteren, epischen Gesang.
Der Text ist so gestaltet, dass mehrere Deutungen möglich sind – ob verlorene Liebe, ungebrochene Obsession oder ein Zwiegespräch mit dem Schatten/Ich, entscheidet ihr beim Hören.

Violine
Die führende Klangfarbe stammt von der Virharmonic Bohemian Violin – hauchzarte Striche, intimes Vibrato und ein natürlich fließendes Performance-Legato für diese zerbrechlichen, atmenden Linien.

Transparenz Gesang (ACE Studio)
Die Stimme wurde mit ACE Studio gerendert, weil sich rechtzeitig keine geeigneter Sänger fand. Melodie, Phrasierung, Dynamik und Ausdruck habe ich komponiert und gestaltet. Mir ist ehrliche, menschliche Musik wichtig: Komposition, Arrangement, Performance-Design sowie Mix & Master sind handgemacht; ACE setzt lediglich die von mir geschriebene Gesangslinie um.
Bridge: die Violine antwortet dem Gesang in seufzenden Intervallen und fällt zurück in Stille.

Credits

Lyrics 🎶❤️🎶
Ein Blick ins Licht – mein Herz erstickt
Dein Duft verweht – mein Blut erstarrt
Ich schrei nach dir – du bist mir fern
Doch jede Wunde trägt dich gern

Ich – sehne – mich
Nach deinem Fluch, nach deinem Sein
Ich – brenne – noch
Verdammt allein – allein bis in Ewigkeit

Dein Name fault in meinem Mund
Die Liebe tot, der Tod gesund
Ich folge blind dem alten Schwur
Du lebst in mir – in Ewigkeit

Ich – sehne – mich
Nach deinem Fluch, nach deinem Duft
Ich – brenne – noch
Für einen Traum, für dein einfaches Dasein

Ein Feuer in der Tiefe
Ein Schrei in dunkler Nacht
Die Sehnsucht frisst mein Leben
Bis nichts mehr in mir wacht

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is prohibited.

tote liebe (Yearning)

Auteur : Claude Moine \ Compositeur : Pierre Papadiamandis
ISWC : T-003.027.119-2
Editeur : EM Production
Sortie : Octobre 1977

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English translation below the French
Lyrics link : https://www.google.com/search?sca_esv=637c0e90f834ed3d&q=paroles+de+eddy+mitchell+la+derni%C3%A8re+s%C3%A9ance&si=AMgyJEv17PWw0XQW3IlwXAKl7dSlPQF61q4qYdeyP6OamT3IFLvfsHCnTLI6T2AU5LF_XJ4OKyr6tEmG0ZJsdUWQElQ8NnRIp-z2Hek1emPY8Pj1C2qrK7U93ENbHWPLErKRx-DCe27eXLWdj15N3v-U80CJ6cJ1IflPjmzacLsAwgSPShJgsUp8ONjbP55km6uSH10vz30m&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi4it-1wu6PAxWQfaQEHXChD_MQv_UKegQIDBAD&biw=1406&bih=685&dpr=1.25

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Encore une fois, je fais honneur à la chanson Française.
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J'aime bien ce morceau et cet artiste qui est très connu,
mais on n'entend pas beaucoup parler de lui...
Ce morceau est un extrait de l'album
"La Dernière Séance" enregistré à Nashville (Tennessee)

Cette chanson figurait dans le générique et
donnait son nom à une émission de télévision
animée par Eddy Mitchell lui même, de 1982 à 1998
qui était consacrée aux classiques du cinéma américain.
(dont je raffole)

J'adore aller au cinéma et toujours à la "dernière séance"...

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Once again, I honor French songs.
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I like this track and this artist, who is very well-known (in France),
but we don't hear much about him...
This track is taken from the album
"La Dernière Séance" recorded in Nashville, Tennessee.

This song was featured in the credits and
leaved its name to a television show
hosted by Eddy Mitchell himself, from 1982 to 1998
dedicated to American cinema classics.
(which I love)

I love going to the movies, and always to the "last screening"...

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Vocal : Anh
Arrangement (Yamaha PSR-SX900) : Phong
Recorded : August 26, 2025

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La Dernière Séance - Cover (Eddy Mitchell)

Banker's Remorse - demo


from the EP "Funny Days" 
available on
open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/10…3Ds20LZwmXCscjae
music.apple.com/us/album/funny-days-ep/1822802207
www.youtube.com/channel/UCm8WMUk78ieCvdKBsnjLuVg

recorded in Area 52 Studio, Saugerties New York
Steve Rust on Bass, Harvey Sorgen on Drums,  Barbara Browning Vocals Imre L. Vocals, Guitars, Hammond organ


FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
PERDU DANS LE PURPLE HAZE
DANS LA VALLÉE DES SYCOMORES
UN PARADIS ARTIFICIEL
A L’AUTRE BOUT DE L’ARC EN CIEL
ET TANT ET TANT DE TEMPS DEVANT
QU’ON EN VOIT PAS VRAIMENT LA FIN

FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
PERDU DANS LES CHAMPS DE FRAISES
DANS LES BRUMES DU NEVERMORE

UN PARADIS CONSENSUEL
PEUPLÉ DE FORMES SENSUELLES
AVANT D’ALLER SE FAIRE AVOIR DE L’AUTRE CÔTÉ DU MIROIR

FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
JUSTE FILER À L’ANGLAISE
ET RESSUSCITER LE MATAMORE

FUNNY DAYS FUNNY WAYS
YELLOW SUNSHINE PURPLE HAZE
ET NO FUTUR DANS L’ANGLE MORT

FUNNY DAYS (Lyrics + notes)

Rapture is a new collaboration between the Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino, following the awesome 'Asteroids (The Original Was Better) (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/asteroids-the-original-was). 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.
Edit: In the meantime, Joe has released his amazing acoustic version of this song! Don’t miss it! 🫶 https://soundcloud.com/joseph-stroffolino/e8ccb0a6-eda9-457d-89d9-6bbbfbbd038b
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

The music for this song was written years ago for a different band I was in.  The original title was "Where's Tomorrow Go?" and had different lyrics, and was sung by another singer.  Unfortunately, that band is no longer active, and I always liked the instrumental I'd made for this tune, so I finally decided to redo it with my own lyrics and vocals.  I figure a more serious song is in order after my last upload.  I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

Another wasted day has come to pass
Another page left blank in my book
Even if I try to scribble something down
Who the hell would ever want to take a look
I just can’t think of where to start it all
But I think I know how it will end
The second act is dragging on for too long
As I figure out the message it will send

Always find myself needing to be the villain
Could never see myself being the lead
A good protagonist needs to be stimulating
Something to relate to that I don’t have, but I need
I suppose I’m just looking for an excuse
To justify my existential dread
The prologue doesn’t lead up to any intro
Will I have the nerve to write any words before I’m dead 

Sometimes I wonder if it’s my vocabulary
Or if it’s lack of motivation
That prevents me from articulating the words
That would paint the mental illustration
A picturesque account of something more than life
To be remembered for the ages to come
Can I be the hero, or the mischief maker?
Can I find the courage to do what must be done?

In a hundred years will there be anything
Left to prove that I existed at all
What would it take for people to remember me?
A legendary rise to fame, then perhaps a great fall
Good deeds are so often forgotten about
Yet evil doings are immortalized
Who remembers the benevolent Roman Leaders
When the evil ones intrigue us more

The Book Of Life

Buffy

Première pensée   (Translated after French text )
Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/NYPOfarT2w0
Texte et chant : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Dans le vase de mon cœur
L’amour est à ras bord.
Dans le tien, une fleur
T'offre une nouvelle aurore.
Dans le sol de mon cœur
S’est ouverte une crevasse.
Le tien, d’heure en heure,
Se durcit et se tasse.
Dans la salle de bain
Où j'me rends présentable,
Je n'me trouve plus aimable
Et je te cherche en vain.
Mes yeux n’ont pas compris,
Immobiles dans la glace,
Butés comme des impasses,
Et ce corps inutile...
Quand viendra-t-il ce jour
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton langage,
Où ma première pensée
N'aura pas ton visage,
Où ma première pensée
Sera d'boire un café ?
Je voudrais comme toi
Etre hors la loi d’amour,
Mais je suis condamnée
A te faire vivre toujours.
Je voudrais comme toi
Faire juste un demi-tour
Et t’avoir oublié.
Dis-moi comment tu fais.


First thought

In the vase of my heart
Love is overflowing.
In yours, a flower
Offers you a new dawn.
In the soil of my heart
A crack has opened.
Yours, hour by hour,
Hardens and settles.
In the bathroom
Where I make myself presentable,
I no longer find myself lovable
And I search for you in vain.
My eyes have not understood,
Motionless in the mirror,
Stubborn like dead ends,
And this useless body...
When will that day come
When my first thought
Will not be of you,
When my first thought
Will not be your face,
When my first thought
Will be to drink a coffee?
I would like, like you,
To be outside the law of love,
But I am condemned
To keep you alive forever.
I would like, like you,
To just turn around
And forget you.
Tell me how you do it.

Première pensée avec Muette

"The true measure of a gift is not its material worth, but the sincere kindness and thought that traveled with it. Thank you for enriching my life with both."

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney, Australia
16.10.2025

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Thoughtful

Descent

Said I wouldn’t reupload but I got a couple requests and that made me feel good so whatever

KISS OF KEROSENE 
last night I saw you in my dreams 
But you were leaving the way you always do it seems
I’m left with haunted memories 
Reminded of my failings 
It’s too late as leaves fall from the trees 

What to do when the heart is broken? 
Head won’t clear and my eyes can’t see 
Well I’ll send this devil back to the wind with a kiss of kerosene 
What to do when the heart is broken? 
Ears go deaf and these lungs won’t breathe
Well I’ll send this devil back to hell with a match and kerosene 

Tie you down in bed ,you wanted more 
Pinched, and bit, and bled, you wanted more 
Slapped your fucking head, you wanted more 
I’m so goddamn tired, you wanted more 
I just wanna hold you in my arms 
I just want you free and safe from harm 
Lie you down in bed, you wanted more 
Now I see you leaving out the door

KISS OF KEROSENE

First of all..a big thank you to Hubert Stytz for all those years we struggled together going thru  the ups and downs of the crazy Musicbizz.. remembering both big time and disappointments ..
...Here is a highlight I' d like to share with the Community.
Better use Headphones!
https://youtu.be/VX3YcSspQU8?si=PRnoM3XpMYON0gbh
https://youtu.be/9Qp9gJsElNk?si=LTv5nqo0XoYFY38w
Hubert Stytz (g/voc)/Frank Fischer (b)/ Günther Reger(perc)

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IF ONLY I COULD
Music, all instruments, vocals ;  Hubert Stytz
Lyrics : Pee Gee
This  rough-demotrack is a very personal one... raw, heartfelt, direct... simply structured .. deeply emotional....better use Headphones !!  ...the last of my works  I can put up on the cloud featuring songwriter Hubert Stytz , my friend and collab partner for a long long time...thank you Hubert and all the fabulous musicians who supported us for many years !


If Only I Could

I wake up completely paralyzed
Wasted from an endless night
Dream pictures fading on my mind
I try to bury them deep inside

All my plans are build on sand
Almost leading me to a dead end
Sometimes you treat me like I´m not there
It hurts so much but you don´t care

If only I could...stop the cold inside of you..if only I could..stop the cold...
If I could fill your heart with love

IF ONLY I COULD....IF ONLY i COULD....
FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE !

.....Ohhh  hypnotized..
By a hot flirt with your eyes
Then you turn your back on me
Playing and teasing with your beauty

I want to walk you out in the morning dew
Lay down my loving thoughts for you
I cannot quit you...though I need a break
You put a spell on me  that I can´t escape

IF ONLY I COULD...IF ONLY i COULD...
FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE !

If only I could...stop the cold inside of you...if only I could..stop the cold........

IF ONLY i COULD...IF ONLY I COULD...IF ONLY i COULD...
FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE....la la la laaa..la la la laa la laa

la la la laaa ..IF ONLY I COULD..la la la laa la laa...

iF ONLY I COULD...la la la laaa...

If Only I Could  / Hubert Stytz / Pee Gee

Instruments

-Vox runs x 3
-Written on 5 String Bass
-Drums heavy rock
-Boarding Area pad played on keys
-Electric guitar rhythm (Drop D)
-Electric rhythm octave power chords
-Electric lead
-Synth lead played on keys
-Rolling bodhrán beat with rubber mallets
-Synth bell roll



Apparently when an active movement from a population reaches 3.5% of the population... They usually get what they want. I believe 7 million Americans came out peacefully calling for the clowns to stop clowning around. 12 million seems to be the target for the next ones ✌🏻🕺🏾🖕🏾👑s 


No Kings

The right to protest
The right to dream
The right to say no
The right for rights clean

The right for all colours
The right for all state
The right to be centered
The right of no faith

The right to love real
The right to call lies
The right to stop steal
The right for girls and guys

The right for constitution
The right for democracy
The right for good solution
The right to quash autocracy

The right to stop hate
The right to stop division
The right to make fate
The right of definition

The right of truth
The right of no one above
The right of our youth
The right of our love

The right to be heard
The right to speak word
The right of sane crowd
The right to call out absurd

The right to evolve
The right that soul brings
The right rights do solve
The right of no kings

No Kings

Back To Wonderland 2 (Hollow Body Guitar)

This is the last one of 44 songs I wrote with my mom’s Spanish guitar in my university years, songs I’ve been arranging and posting to SC for the last 6 years (I’ve skipped 4 of them which will become a conceptual album soon).

I’m so glad to have https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson’s help on polishing the English texts and lending her vocal and painting arts to such an important song for me.

Also must credit https://soundcloud.com/user-498459842 for kindly and freely mastering the track.
 
CANCIÓN TRISTE CUANDO ESTOY SOLO (SAD SONG WHEN I’M ALONE)

Canción triste cuando estoy solo, para que sepas que yo nunca me iré.
Canción triste por todo lo que amo, último recuerdo de lo que pudo ser.

Sad song when I'm alone, so that you know I will never be gone.
Sad songs for all I love, are the last reminders of my ancient glow.

Do you think that someone somewhere else would ever care that I was here?
Do you think a future living man will give a damn for you and me?
Who could he be?

¿Piensas que a alguien a quien no conocí le importará si estuve aquí,
o no estuve yo?
¿Piensas que alguien que viva después se acordará de ti o de mí?
¿Quién podrá ser?

Canción triste…

¿Piensas que una nueva vida de amor nos bastará para creer,
para sentir?
¿Acaso te importa lo que piense la gente de mis intereses para morir por mí,
para morir por mí?

Do you think another life of love will be enough for us to see,
for us to feel?
Do you care what people really think about my pride, and will you die,
will you die with me?

Sad song…

ER44FI11 1997-2018

Canción triste cuando estoy solo (ft. Janine Levinson)

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.