When the Sky Forgot Its Name

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I make the best of the worst I know

In the Age of Indifference, only radical acts of kindness will do, to keep hope alive.

Vain Imagination

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Ash Tones

I saw the sky turn black,
Then golden just the same.
A child laughed in the rain—
Then silence spoke his name.

A breath, a blink, a firefly…
That’s all this life becomes.
A story scratched in ashes,
On borrowed bones and lungs.

We run from the shadows,
But they walk by our side.
Every kiss, every scar,
Will someday be denied.

Memento Mori, remember the end.
The grave waits gently… for foe and for friend.
Each second a jewel we’re too blind to see,
Till we rot into soil, and finally breathe free.

Memento Mori,  this pain is divine.
Even tears are sacred when you’re out of time.
So scream while you’re breathing, burn while you can—
We are gods for a moment, then ghosts in the sand.

They build temples on our backs,
Name stars after our pain.
But we die unknown, unheard,
Flesh washed into the drain.

But that coffee with your brother,
That glance from someone new
Those seconds are the altar
Where existence speaks its truth.

There’s no heaven without endings,
No love without decay.
You can’t find what matters…
Till it’s slipping away.

Memento Mori

Epic Cinematic Metal score.
A colleague of mine asked me to produce a track, which combines cinematic orchestra instruments and metal. Because he loves metal, but also orchestra instruments. 

So, this track is where orchestra meets metal:
Thundering war drums driving relentless energy
Soaring and distorted electric cello lines cutting through the mix
Dark contrast and depth
A sound both cinematic and powerful, bridging film score intensity with the raw force of metal.
It’s not just orchestral. It’s not just metal. It’s the collision of both worlds. Dramatic, aggressive.
Listen yourself. If you like it.....

Forged in Shadows

Text:
[Spoken Intro – “Jim’s Awakening”]
Where am I?
The air smells like plastic, the lights don’t flicker — they hum.
Everyone’s eyes are glowing blue…
Did I die — or did the world?

I reach for a match,
but fire’s gone.
There’s only screens now…
and no one burns anymore.

(Soft electric guitar fades in…)

Verse 1:
I woke up in a world of glass and glow,
everyone’s face lit by a screen below.
No one talks, they just scroll and stare,
and I’m standing here — breathing air.

Chorus:
People are stranger now,
colder somehow.
Eyes wide shut in the digital crowd,
People are stranger now.

(solo)

Verse 2:
I walked past ghosts in mirrored halls,
reflections whisper from shopping malls.
I said, “Hey, I’m Jim…” but they laughed it away,
“Who’s Jim?” — “Just another yesterday.”

Spoken Bridge:
They used to sing my songs in firelight,
now their music comes from clouds.
No guitars, no pain, no soul,
just code and ads — too loud.

I met a boy with wires in his head,
he said, “Man, I don’t dream — I download instead.”

(solo)

Chorus (reprise):
People are stranger now,
don’t even know how.
Hearts on mute in a digital crowd,
People are stranger now.

Outro:
Maybe I’m the ghost that stayed too long,
in a world that forgot the song.

Stranger now... stranger now...
(echo fades into analog hiss…)

People Are Stranger Now

Nc/AP-Dark Souls

The Joker's true backstory is deliberately ambiguous, with the character preferring to offer multiple-choice origins to sow chaos and maintain his mysterious nature. However, a prevalent origin involves a struggling comedian named Arthur Fleck, whose wife and unborn child die tragically, leading to his descent into insanity after falling into a vat of chemicals and gaining his signature white skin, green hair, and maddened persona. Other versions include him being a disgruntled circus worker, a veteran suffering from PTSD, or even a completely different person, emphasizing that his identity is fluid and unreliable.

Joker - Live Full Orchestra.mp3


She moves like liquid through the smoke
Pills like candy on her tongue
Someone's crying in the next room
No one knows their name

The party never ends here
Always a fresh flow
Of wicked boys and pretty girls
Putting on a show

Pretty girls with piercing eyes
Telling pretty lies
Waiting for the night to come
For the the light to quit and die
Pretty girls and with ugly souls
Dressed up to the nines
I’d sell my soul for a pretty girl
But I’ve already sold mine

There's a boy who speaks in riddles
About the end of everything
Hands shake when he lights her cigarette
He’s such a fragile thing

The music's getting slower now
Or maybe that's just how it feels
When you've been awake for days on end
And nothing seems quite real

Pretty girls with piercing eyes
Telling pretty lies
Waiting for the night to come
For the the light to quit and die
Pretty girls and with ugly souls
Dressed up to the nines
I’d sell my soul for a pretty girl
But I’ve already sold mine

I’ve already sold mine
I’ve already sold mine


Pretty Girls (Ugly Souls)

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