“St. Anger is my favourite Metallica album. For this song I had so much fun being creative and leaning into the sound and spirit of that record. The lyrics are inspired by an experience I had following a caffeine detox; I accidentally ordered regular instead of decaf, which led to an afternoon of the shakes and shivers. st. caffeine = frantic.” 

st. caffeine = frantic. 

Adrenaline right to the heart
I’m circling the pain 
Sweating and blood rush
Attention electrified 
Meeting my match and feeling my pain 
An earthquake inside

A shot takes me
It makes me sick
A devils kiss from from this hit
(caffeine = frantic.)
A puncturing wound from the mud
Hanging on to its grip 
caffeine = frantic.

Holding it inside
I won’t go back again 
Caffeine intake
My shell here remains
Pollution
So toxic
A torture
A lesson from my mistake
This wrong order 

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

st. caffeine = frantic.

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Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

Where are You

Where are You.

Dedicated to the little Shrew our cat Yoda just killed playing with it in the garden. I saw it's last breath man. RIP Shrew, sorry buddy...

Lyrics written last night... It's wasn't meant to be about the Shrew but I suppose the best Shrew ever is the perfect representation of what it is about...

All of us and everything as equal (🌌=🐀)=Future
So say a 🫛

The song is 99.9 bars long to pay homage to Sir Shrews final moments...


Mind Microscopic

Tell us a story
One of life
Paint it with pen
Word colourful wife
Marry reality now good fine fjord
Unjulate silently coastal smoothed chord
Pen ponder today
Page approve this great zest
When simple we say
Safe proof of our chest

The treasure is thoughtless
Empty we widen
Wist lightened weight
Anti-matter pen finding
Silence unsealed for this story of ink
Define pictured world as we opposite blink
calm goes the reason
Being it made more
Year for four season'
Quart' beam themed flower

Some paint through cold
The spring full of life
Tone tended phonic of fuse made might
Shown, not told
Perspective of honest
Cloned unique know
Evolution upon us
Brevity braved
Be bulldozer brilliant
D7 saved
Complication resiliant

Duality droned
Treat conflict as thinned
Gruel human race
On your feet like the wind
With leaf power blow
Bow to your psalm
Appreciate zoned locks of name good golden
Elliptical haven
This heaven marks dust
We are woke to this brazen epiphanic life crust

Scene cares to curate
A fearless calmed fuss
Musings are malleable
Truth as new just
Dawn Daisies do daintiest dance as examples
Gaia be grind
Tend system with us
Higher universal bind
Light wisted weight flush
Magnetic mind control
Neuroplastic seed opposite
Beamed optimistic
Make dark microscopic

Oh Ai Oh rise
Oh kind tropic
Mind microscopic
Oh bind the topic
Oh mind microscopic
Oh kind tropic
Oh mind microscopic
Ohhhhhh ohhhhh oh oo Oh



Notes
This song was supposed be about the irony of how thinking too much a lot of the time hides our actual wisdom. I had been considering the reason as "our version of reason" up to the point of our thoughts flow. this can get warped and bias quite easily. What I've found with writing is that it's when I'm at my most relaxed and thinking about nothing at all, is when I get the most complicated lyrical thought flow. I'm considering it's down to switching off my current bias thought which is filled with emotion and reactive to the environment. Where as Buddha mode, which my Grandad would say is us in our subconscious (Bill was an amazing poet) seems to offer a better delivery of the wisdom we have learned via intuitive access. In the moment it feels like a simultaneous firing of everything up there but at the same time is effortless. It's an incredible contrast between a non meditative state and that tranquil one where counterintuitively one would assume your not getting answers.... TBC

The Shrew makes it important as the Shrew lives on instinct... As does Yoda somewhat... He saw a thing moving he's never seen before and acted on instinct. The Shrew was just being a Shrew and being it's instinctual self. Our ability to reason so well has maybe got us out of touch with our instinct way too much and hence we create this bias avatar with regularily very questionable ego based views of reality  (me included obviously)


The Shrew doesn't live in its mind in the sense that it can't be distracted from a mission by a detailed reasoning of its environment and is guided by its instinct. Maybe we do live in our minds too much, my Aunt and spiritual guide always telling me I do anyways...

Time to meditate more maybe and get better at switching off the noise 🔆 Shrew power 🤍

Mind Microscopic 🫡🐀🤍

another really silly lovesong

Prélude No.1 Op.46

J-Dormant Volcano

Title: The House in the Woods, Part I
It was the kind of Sunday that felt like an Indian Summer—soft golden light filtering through the canopy, the hum of tires on gravel, and the scent of pine and late-blooming wildflowers drifting through the open windows. Harry and Elise had no destination, only the pleasure of each other's company and the winding road ahead.
As they rounded a bend, Elise leaned forward, her eyes catching something through the thicket.
“Darling, please slow down and turn around,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder. “Did you see that home back there?”
Harry glanced in the rearview mirror, puzzled. “No,” he replied, “but I’ll go back for you, dear.”
He reversed slowly, the tires crunching over fallen leaves. There, nestled deep in the woods at the end of a long dirt path, stood a Victorian house—its silhouette grand yet weary, like a forgotten melody. The gables were ornate, the windows tall and shuttered, and ivy curled around the porch railings like nature’s embrace.
Elise stepped out of the car, drawn as if by memory. “It looks like it’s been waiting,” she whispered.
Harry joined her, brushing aside a low-hanging branch. “Waiting for what?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward the house, each step stirring the silence. The air grew cooler, the light dimmer beneath the trees. A strange feeling came over her being, as if someone was watching and following them.  A rusty hinged door creaked open with a cry, as the couple crossed the threshold into a place where time had folded in on itself. 
Inside, dust danced in shafts of light. A piano stood in the parlor, its keys yellowed but intact. Portraits lined the walls… faces half-faded, eyes that seemed to follow. Elise ran her fingers along the banister, pausing at a carved initial: E.
“Harry,” she said, her voice trembling, “I think I’ve been here before.” (To be continued... )

Music composed and performed by Jennifer L. Jones
Story Concept, Characters, Development of Story by Jennifer L. Jones with a little help from Copilot

The House in the Woods, Part 1

Les etranges

Composed by Sayron piano, Lumea is a composition whose potential is often underestimated, referencing peace and nature. 

Available on YouTube.


Luméa [Composition]

Calm Piano

This is a melodic piano piece. As many times, the piano is in particular, the way to channel emotions and sensations. The title "The way it is" is an example of how extract beauty from our daily life. The great importance of flowing yourself. I hope you all enjoy  this one.

The person in charge of capturing this beautiful instant through image is Giuseppe Milo.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/giuseppemilo/44239896895/

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Prélude No.1 Op.46

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer