MALE  ORDER BRIDE-MIDGET SUBMARINE.

Feel the gentle rays,
feel the powerful brilliance,
feel the warm energy,
feel the Sunshine !

A sensitive classical-style declaration of love to our sun !

Sunshine

The Cliffs of Moher form a famous cliff coast in Ireland. They are located on the west coast of Ireland's main island in County Clare near the towns of Doolin and Liscannor. 
Height: 155 m (509 ft)

Les Falaises de Moher forment une célèbre côte de falaises en Irlande. Elles se trouvent sur la côte ouest de l'île principale irlandaise, dans le comté de Clare, près des localités de Doolin et Liscannor.
Hauteur: 155 m (509ft)
Production: Lillithe

Journey To The Cliffs Of Moher

Heavy Metal Bigfoot

Apophenia

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Aequorin

Music:  PJ Project & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocal:  Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: PJ Project

Lyrics:

When she was a little girl her daddy was the one
That she adored and looked up to
He taught her so much, they played in the sun
He was the king in her life..

She grew older
Her daddy's heart grew colder
He was no longer her king..
And all she could see was a thorn
In her faded memory

When she was fourteen her mother told her
Your daddy is not your real dad..
It broke her heart, she lost her king
She became angry and sad

She grew older
Her daddy's heart grew colder
He was no longer her king..
And all she could see was a thorn
In her faded memory

While time passed, and she moved on
Her faded memory returns..
It didn't feel painful
No longer a thorn
But her daddy's heart was gone..

While she grew older
Her daddy's heart grew colder
And he was no longer her king..
But now she can see her king
In her faded memory...

Her Faded Memory  W/PJ Project

One Day Soon

Sometimes it feels like we’re two old young lovers
We break up to avoid embarrassing promises
We get back together and the cycle repeats
And the clock keeps on ticking and the years slip away

Slip away, slip away, time slips away
The clock keeps on ticking but we still feel okay
Two old young lovers and we think we’re so hip
Two old young lovers on a strange crazy trip

We’re two uncertain hunters on a futile quest
Searching for the lost ark looking for the address
We’re two supporting actors looking for a leading role 
But most nights we’re just hunker down in our fox hole

Slip away, slip away, time slips away
The clock keeps on ticking but we still feel okay
Two old young lovers and we think we’re still hip
Two old young lovers on a strange crazy trip

We see ourselves as young brilliant story tellers
But as we tell our tales, we repeat ourselves
Sometimes we’re tossed about by insignificant whirlwinds
We feel as precarious as crumbling towers

Slip away, slip away, time slips away
The clock keeps on ticking but we still feel okay
Two old young lovers and we think we’re so hip
Two old young lovers on a strange crazy trip

We break up to avoid embarrassing promises 
That we never intended to keep
But then we get back together again 
Cause this hole that we dug is so deep

Sometimes we’re riding on the shoulders of giants
Other times we’re completely self-reliant

Some days it feels like we’re in control
Other days it feels like it’s just a dice roll

Sometimes we’re as strong as a young climbing flower
Other times it feels like we’re losing our power

We’re two old young lovers who don’t want face the truth
We’re two old young lovers trying to cling to our youth

Slip away, slip away, time slips away
The clock keeps on ticking, but we still feel okay
Two old young lovers and we think we’re so hip
Two old young lovers on a strange crazy trip
Two old young lovers and we’re joined at the hip

Old Young Lovers (lyrical collaboration with Michele Ansani)

Copyright-James Eoppolo 2024

No big story. My usual lay it down and move on recording process.

Thanks all!

That Night

"Robot Dance" composed by LINIR OR

Dustleaf XII:IV — “The Dawning Curse”
When the ninth dawn broke, the sleepers of the Vale rose screaming — Again I Wake, they cried, for their deaths had failed to bind them. This verse marks the curse of return, the punishment of awareness. The sun is said to mock the weary, resurrecting their pain with each morning’s breath. “To awaken,” the fragment reads, “is to die once more beneath the pretense of living.” And so the faithful prayed for the mercy of unbroken sleep.