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Written by Gerard Plunkett
Produced by Tuni-Verse Music
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Goodbye (Songwriter's Demo)

clear intentions, joe dispenza, feel elevated emotions, love, joy, peace

Gateway to Peace

Gateway to peace

L'essentiel ce n'est pas ce qu'on a été mais ce qu'on est devenu

L'essentiel

vincenzo marciano corro via dai ricordi

The song presents a haunting yet beautiful meditation on death and remembrance. Instead of traditional mourning, the speaker wishes for "strange flowers" to be planted on their grave, allowing them to symbolically live on through nature. These flowers, growing under moonlight and rain, carry the speaker’s essence, whispering their untold stories. Rejecting stone markers or epitaphs, the song embraces a more ethereal, organic legacy. The repeated chorus suggests a mystical afterlife where the speaker dances through the petals, drinking their nectar, blurring the line between death and an ongoing, poetic existence.

Strange Flowers

Falling Like Rain

The lyrics depict a critique of the exploitative pursuit of the "American Dream," portraying a figure (symbolizing Sean "Diddy" Combs) trapped in a cycle of wealth, fame, and systemic oppression. Themes include dehumanization, racial exploitation ("tap dancing in hell," "black face"), and the illusion of success masking moral decay and incarceration ("cell at M.D.C"). The protagonist’s downfall—driven by greed, performative identity, and complicity in oppressive systems—reflects a broader critique of celebrity culture and systemic inequality.

A CELL AT MDC

Right to Love

You out, you out, you out
Buried deep, ain’t no way back now
You out, you out, you out
Ain’t no space in my boneyard now

Used to hold a spot for you, now it’s vacant land
All that love I gave was just a sleight of hand
You been diggin’ graves where your bridges stand
Now the dirt’s on you, hope you understand

Left me waitin’ at the door, now you knockin’ late
Sayin’ all the right things, but it’s past my fate
I was buried in your lies, took my time to climb
Now your echoes just a whisper in the back of my mind

I was keeping count, you ain’t know the score
Now you just a shadow lurkin’ at my door
Names on my list, scratched out in red
You don’t exist, just a voice in my head

You out, you out, you out
Buried deep, ain’t no way back now
You out, you out, you out
Ain’t no space in my boneyard now

Who’s in your boneyard? Do they whisper, too?
Or you still countin’ ghosts, tryna play it cool?
I was just another name in the book you tore
But I crawled out the dirt, ain’t your fool no more

Kept my hands clean, but you love the mess
Turnin’ love into war, now you second guess
Can’t outrun the past, it’s still on your breath
Bet you feel it in your bones every time you rest

Ooooh, I hear them calling
But I don’t answer no more
Ooooh, let ‘em fade to nothing
Just dust on my floor

You out, you out, you out
Buried deep, ain’t no way back now
You out, you out, you out
Ain’t no space in my boneyard now

Who’s in your boneyard?
Who’s in your boneyard?
Just another name… just another name…

(Summary)

“You Out” is about cleaning house emotionally, burying the ghosts of friendships and relationships that no longer serve you. The lyrics capture that haunting feeling of knowing someone once mattered… but doesn’t anymore. This track is less rage and more release. I let the hook become my mantra, simple, final, true. It’s about clarity. You’re not in my story anymore, and that’s peace.

#YouOut
#BoneyardAnthem
#AltRnB
#LetThemGo
#RnBHealing
#ShadowWork
#EmotionalBoundaries
#SoftRevenge
#RnBSoul
#ToxicNoMore
#CleanCutSong
#MinimalRnB
#LoFiMood
#MoodyBop
#IndieRnB
#EmergingVoices
#SoundtrackVibes
#DarkFeminine
#MusicForBoundaries
#RAiDiOFYI
#RadioGPT
#AIHost
#NewDropAlert
#SoulfulExit
#BuriedThePast
#GoodbyeForever
#StreamThisNow
#R3Zondo

You Out (Boneyard)

SUNO 4.0

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This is the night mail crossing the border
Bringing the cheque and the postal order
Letters for the rich
Letters for the poor
The shop at the corner and the girl next door
Scaling the summit
A steady climb
The gradient's against her
But she's on time
Past cotton grass and moorland boulder
Casting white plumes over her shoulder
Swift as an arrow she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses

Birds turn their heads as she approaches
Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches
Sheepdogs cannot turn her course
They slumber on with paws across
In the farm she passes
No one wakes
But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes

Dawn freshens
The climb is done
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus
The furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen
All Scotland waits for her
In dark glens
Beside pale-green lochs
Men long for news

Letters of thanks
Letters from banks
Letters of joy from the girl and the boy
Receipted bills and invitations
To inspect new stock or visit relations
And applications for situations
And timid lovers' declarations
And gossip
Gossip from all the nations
News circumstantial
News financial
Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in
Letters with faces scrawled in the margin
Letters from uncles
Cousins
And aunts
Letters to Scotland from the South of France
Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
Notes from overseas to Hebrides
Written on paper of every hue
The pink
The violet
The white and the blue
The chatty
The catty
The boring
Adoring
The cold and official and the heart's outpouring
Clever
Stupid
Short and long
The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong

Dawn freshens
Her climb is done
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus
The furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen
All Scotland waits for her

In dark glens.

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"Donnez-moi un bon orchestre et j’irai à la conquête du Monde".
Je suis auteur compositeur musicien. Je m'applique dans l’écriture et la composition en y mettant toute mon âme. Je joue avec les notes, je joue avec les mots.
Au fur et à mesure des années, j’avais tout laissé au fond d’un tiroir. 
 Maintenant, je destine mes morceaux à des interprètes ou maisons de disques qui seraient intéressés. Si vous êtes touchés par mes compositions, n’hésitez pas à me soutenir dans cette nouvelle aventure en les partageant un maximum.
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L'essentiel

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