By My Window

Felix is Sleeping

A little bit of tropicana to warm up a cold damp UK afternoon!
Thank you always for your kind reposts plays and playlists!!!

Primavera

Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.k.a. REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | GOTH ROCK | YT VID

A fire burning dark-goth-rock song about how love is now dead & gone but the memory still remains! The forever longing continues to haunt but we can only re-visit the grave, re-visit the once cherished love of all loves...sadly, it's now, all-only-dust!

Music: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by GRENZLICHT in Germany | Vocals: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA

Cover Art Design & Video: Graphics & Light FX by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | AI Royalty Free Heart/Thorn/Vines Image

Old Energy, YT Vid Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vja0TOjvfSU

Our other track, Bottle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vhVGS2PHi8

Listen to the amazing music of GRENZLICHT here: https://soundcloud.com/grenzlicht

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved

Old Energy - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]
 
Wo Oh Oh Oh
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ow
Old times
When we were alive

Old time energy 
It's comin' over me, me
Just wanna feel you 
In my veins

Babe we are long gone
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
In the grave, grave

Eh Ee Yeah
Ahn Wo Wo Wo
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Wo Oh How

Well, well, well
We are once alive
Heart to heart

Once alive 
In that old time energy
That keeps me movin' on
Even though we are 
Lost and gone, Yeah
Lost and gone Babe, Oo

Yeah Ee Yeah
Can you hear me callin'
Do you hear me call
Call your name, a name

And the fire burns me
In, in the grave
In the ground
It's only dust

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved



Old Energy 24 bit final

Old Energy

Old Energy - Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | DARK GOTH ROCK| YT VID

So what now?

The pieces are set,
The board is occupied,
The main actors have taken their positions.

The inevitable is coming,
Fear fills hearts and minds.

Will what many predict come to pass,
Or will fate turn in our favor?

The core of our beings has been seized by the machine.
The art that defined us is being smothered by a flood of perfect artificiality.

Simulation of emotions, simulation of art, simulation of humanity.
Where do we belong?

Where is my place?

And what now?

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This is a piece I improvised on March 23, 2025. I was surprised at how well it turned out. However, I didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't think of anything more, so I'm publishing it as is, with minor tweaks (I literally added six notes in three places).

With this piece I am starting a series in which I will be posting rather uncomplicated, short pieces, created out of the need of the moment, under the impression of something specific.

To compose it I used only 3 plugins/sounds
Spitfire LABS Autograph Grand (piano) (free)
Spitfire Originals Intimate Strings x2 (in octave)
And one patch from truly amazing synth from Arturia: Pigments

I hope you like it at least a little bit.

Picture Freepik: https://www.freepik.com/free-photo/woman-portrait-with-blue-lights-visual-effects_26813733.htm

And What Now?

Lyrics (Original Song) 
Verse 1
Come to the table with all your hard-earned fables 
And I will bring mine
But forgive me if I seem a little distracted
But there is something you can see that I just can’t 
Chorus
And the light is shining perfectly on you
You know the light is shining perfectly on you
Just like the greatest privilege that it will ever do
You know the light is shining perfectly on you
Verse 2
Though I am bathed in it nearly all of the time
I rarely see light when it shines 
But right now I know I will never forget 
this light as it shines on you 
Repeat Chorus


Shining Perfectly

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

A little bird told me you had left this town
And no one knew where you had gone
So many rumors everywhere
They all talked about you, when you weren't there

But little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Sharp tongues on the little birds
They spoke very loudly, made sure they were heard
"What have you done?"
"Why did you leave?"
While you were hiding, the little birds screamed

Little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Fake little birds.....

Fake little birds....

Fake Little Birds

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

A slightly different mix of a track I have posted already. This one has the drums coming in a little earlier in the song. I'll have this mixed properly and mastered at some point.  Lindsey Kay Scott, my daughter,  is singing the lead on this song.

© 2024 Lyrics & Music By Brenda Doss (BMI) and Lindsey Kay Scott (ASCAP)
Another version with the lyrics are here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HlK8AfD7cum2rXkYeX

My Home - Remix

My Home - Remix - ft. Lindsey Kay Scott

Taylor 114 CE (Strumming my guitar)
Logic Pro BeBop Organ (Playing my MIDI keyboard)
Logic Pro Classic Electric Piano (Playing my MIDI Keyboard)
Drums (EZ Drummer 3)
Bass (PG Music Real Track)
Vocals and Back up Vocals (me singing).
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
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Cover art:  photo of Halloween skeleton edited with Adobe stock images.
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Won’t You Please Just Go
Verse 1
It used to be that right and wrong were clear cut, black and white
And people had the courage still to stand and fight the good fight
It used to be that folks could bridge across the partisan divide
Do the right thing and set their differences aside
Now the tech bros want to colonize Mars, and create a brand-new utopia
And if you’re skeptical of their vision, you’re just a luddite with myopia
They’re dreaming of a world of like minds, a place with no dissent
But too much group think has a way of becoming malevolent

Chorus
Won’t you go, won’t you go, won’t you please just go
Get on that rocket ship and fly to Mars (good riddance)
You say you’ll build a better society on the fourth rock from the sun
But there’s lots of work on Earth that still needs to be done.

Verse 2
Columbus sailed west and began a bold new age of exploration
But life on a barren rock seems like a recipe for frustration
It’s easy to be seduced by all that science fiction snake oil
but once you get to Mars, it’ll be nothing but drudgery and endless toil

Bridge
Seems like there are better ways for billionaires to spend their cash
Than living in a tin can on Mars like high-tech trailer trash.
They say the higher you fly, the harder you can fall;
Why trade a living planet for a dusty red ball?

Verse 3
Things can get kind of messy down here on good old planet Earth
You can turn tail and and try to escape this place of humanities birth
You can wipe the slate clean but there’s something in our DNA
You can make people march in lockstep but eventually there will be hell to pay.


Chorus
Won’t you go, won’t you go, won’t you please just go
Get on that rocket ship and fly to Mars (good riddance)
You say you’ll build a better society on the fourth rock from the sun
But there’s lots of work on Earth that still needs to be done

Won't You Please Just Go (to Mars)

An unashamedly self indulgent jazzer here just before Christmas. The ES175 guitar has been calling and with the colder and darker evenings it seemed fitting to oblige. 

Gravy

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Felix is Sleeping

~Mark F