Voilà - Barbara Pravi (speed up/nightcore)

Måneskin performing the loneliest for special showcase, in Paris. 
YouTube credits: @MaFanss

Måneskin - THE LONELIEST live In Paris

The heart of the track beats against a backdrop of rejection childhood music rooms, stifling academic boxes, and voices that said “not for you.” But it’s not bitter. It’s bold. Because this isn’t just a song about not fitting in it’s a reclamation of every “no” turned into a rhythm, every silence turned into sound.
And yes, it nods at AI. At the debate. At the critics who say that if you needed help, then it isn’t authentic. But the truth is simpler: tools evolve. Music has always frightened people when it changed shape, the fiddle, the synthesiser, even the microphone, once was accused of cheating. But new doesn't mean soulless. And support doesn’t erase ownership.

This song says: just because I couldn’t hold a tune or play a chord doesn't mean the music wasn’t in me. Just because I used a different route a different tool  doesn’t mean I didn’t write the map.

“Still Mine” isn’t anti-human. It’s pro-heart. It’s for anyone who needed the “why” before the “how.” For those who grew up thinking they were the broken ones, only to find that maybe the system just didn’t speak their language.

And now? We do. Loudly. Proudly. Creatively.

This voice, no matter how it was formed, or who helped shape it 
is still mine.

© 2025 [Dendritedisco]. Still mine. is an original work. All lyrics, concepts, and recordings are protected under copyright law. Please do not reproduce, remix, or redistribute without permission. All rights reserved.

Still Mine

Time Of Our Lives Zhao Lei - Instrumental (Trumpet Version)

Savior

I'm Your Bluesman, Baby" is a soulful, emotional declaration of devotion and identity through the lens of a traditional bluesman. The lyrics narrate a life shaped by hardship, heartache, and long, dusty roads, but all of it leads to one core message: unwavering love and loyalty. The singer offers his pain, his guitar, and his truth—promising to always be there, playing the blues that tell both his story and hers. Through each verse, he reveals his past, his loneliness, and ultimately his hope, anchored in the bond with the one he loves. It’s a slow-burning confession that blends grit with vulnerability, capturing the essence of what it means to be someone’s bluesman—not just a musician, but a companion through joy and sorrow.


I'm Your Bluesman, Baby (traditional)

Track from a short story about a ghost ship dating back to the British attack on Cadiz until modern day, as its remnants are shipped to a British museum.
From a book of short stories available here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Odd-Little-Things-Short-Stories/dp/B095GCZNDQ

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Julieta Maldita

Text:
Intro (space sounds + whispers):
static whispers in the satellite rain,
voices fading through the static chain,
where do we run when home feels strange?
when will the madness end?

Verse 1:
I see her on the screen, she says she’ll leave,
I feel that ache, yeah, I can’t believe.
We built this dream on fragile ground,
now every truth is lost in sound.

The lights still shine, but the soul feels cold,
we traded warmth for silver and gold.
I’d pack my heart, I’d fade away,
if silence meant I could stay.

Pre-Chorus (strings + rising synths):
Neon tears in the city rain,
who’s to blame for the echo pain?
Satellites cry in a lonely sky,
freedom fades, but the stars don’t lie.

Chorus (massive, emotional):
When will the madness end?
We keep pretending, we just defend.
I’m losing faith in the noise we send,
oh tell me, tell me — when will it end?

I understand, I wanna go too,
this isn’t the world I once knew.
Hold my hand, don’t let it bend,
when will the madness end?

(solo)

Verse 2 (funk groove with guitar):
The city moves in coded lies,
digital gods with plastic eyes.
We pray to screens, forget the sound,
of hearts that beat underground.

We used to dance, we used to feel,
now even love feels unreal.
I’m still here, yeah, holding tight —
to the last pure spark of light.

Bridge (ambient breakdown, space effects):
I hear you, I hear you calling,
through the static, through the falling.
A single tone, a human blend,
whispers softly: this can’t be the end.

(Guitar-Solo)

Final Chorus (full orchestral-trance fusion):
When will the madness end?
I’m tired of breaking to just pretend.
We’ll build again where truth can bend —
not for the power, but to mend.

I understand, I wanna go too,
but something tells me we’ll break through.
In the ruins, my voice I’ll send —
when will the madness end?

When Will the Madness End

The Red Beaked Watcher (Radio Edit)

kid juanki

Lost the Map
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

This is how I live
Every day trying to write
This is not what I believed
That it would be such a fight

Every day the same same thing
I stay stuck, caught in a trap
I cannot ever see the end
I believe I've lost the map

I go out and look for hope
I look for something to hang on
Some new words that I can use
A new take on the same song
I take them back and write them down
and I can see they don't belong

I never thought this would be it
That I would spend my days like this
Looking for words that don't exist
Writing songs best left undone

[instrumental]

Eagles flying way up high
I fail to catch their eye
They never look at what is mine
It is all just wasted time

They fly around in circles
Fly so high and then they go
I am always way down here
This is something that I know

What I do has little meaning
Just my rants and silent cries
The eagles never look at me
They belong up in the sky

[instrumental]

I go out and look for hope
I look for something to hang on
Some new words that I can use
A new take on the same song
I take them back and write them down
and I can see they don't belong

I never thought this would be it
That I would spend my days like this
Looking for words that don't exist
Writing songs best left undone

[instrumental]

This is how I live
Every day trying to write
This is not what I believed
That it would be such a fight

Every day the same same thing
I am stuck, caught in a trap
I cannot ever see the end
I believe I've lost the map

I believe I've lost the map

I believe I've lost the map

[outro]

Lost the Map

Karl is a designer, writer, illustrator - of sorts - who enjoys the end to end process of creative endeavours. The music created relates to writing and team projects, often with tracks to accompany short or collaborative stories (such as the tracks for the Encounter at Penzance playlist) and as a result the style and themes can be wide raning, depending on the stories the tracks are supporting.

The Red Beaked Watcher (Radio Edit)

Karl Andrew Binder