Cool blend of styles, great rock vocals within the song

Copy of if you don’t love me

A timeless song written by Rogers and Hart. Solo, trumpet and piano ￼- covered by Janis Joplin and Diana Krall to name a couple. 

Lyrics:

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl, you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue
Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time, you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time, you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue
No use, old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue

By Rodgers Richard / Hart Lorenz
Piano arrangement and thanks to Bob MAcKenzie

Little Girl Blue — Trumpet & piano Instrumental

ARID PLACE WITH NO WAY OUT
(music and lyrics by The Ox Prison)

Arid place with no way out,
Desert all around.
Common sense has left this town,
Got buried in the ground.

Firetrucks go rolling by,
Sirens wailing loud.
Buildings burn and bullets fly,
Rivers all dry out.

Devil plundered golden rules,
Sold them off as junk.
Lies replaced the highest truth,
Sobriety got drunk.
Politicians drill the holes
Right into your brain;
Take your money and your soul
Until you go insane.

Firetrucks go rolling by,
Sirens wailing loud.
Buildings burn and bullets fly,
Rivers all dry out.

No escape from prison cell.
Fear will keep you down.
Nonexistent walls of hell
And debt in which you drown.
Wall Street people marching on.
Main Street standing still.
State is Deep but bold enough
To dwell upon The Hill.


Mikey P – guitars, vocal
Tora – bass
Jimmy D - drums


Arid Place With No Way Out

Another track from my upcoming Time Machine EP with music similar to Hidden Room, Time Machine, and Enigma.

An electro atmosphere with pop & hip hop beats at a chill 80 bpm

In contemplation of butterflies — to making the best of every moment of life. 

An original composition, No AI, written MIDI to DAW

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With a lifespan of only two to four weeks, time is precious to butterflies, and it highlights a secret — butterflies possess timekeeping abilities in their antennae. 

They also can track the sun’s position with their eyes, a navigational skill used for migration, and their vision includes ultraviolet light, something humans cannot see. 

Of their many secrets — the sense of taste is in their feet, their wings are dead cells, they have existed for 60 million years, are biologically diverse with 20,000 species, and can fly as fast as 37 MPH or 59 KM/H — the fact that some butterfly species migrate thousands of miles during their short lifetimes is astonishing. 

Short lives necessitate making the best of every moment of life, and perhaps that’s the secret to the longevity of 60 million years of the butterfly species.
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Chill at 80 bpm
DAW: Apple Logic Pro X MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard E-INSTRUMENTS: Concert Grand Ambient Lead synth Lunar Chords synth String Cycles synth 
Anthem Chord Arp synth
Crystals & Voices synth Fingerstyle Electric Bass
Deep Round Synth Bass
Minimal Techno Pattern bass
E-DRUM KITS:
Drum Synth Kit 
RnB Remix 
Hip Hop Kit
European Folk Kit

COVER ART is a composite using AI-generated images created by the DaVinci app to create original CGI designed in Photoshop.
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Butterfly Secrets

Someone I Could Trust

I kissed you after hours of sipping whiskey sours and told you you were my best friend
I was lying in your bedding, dreaming ‘bout a wedding when you whispered it’s the end

I begged you to explain
Please tell me what changed
Was anything ever true?
You said it’s never been you

I thought I was keeping up but you left me in the dust 
I was shiny and brand new till you put me out to rust
I’m not used to stable but I was getting used to us
And I thought you were someone…
Someone I could trust

I hadn’t even left, when you lit a cigarette,
and blew the smoke right in my face
To the door I stumbled, through my tears I mumbled, 
you’re making a big mistake 

I begged you to explain
Please tell me what changed
Was anything ever true?
You said it’s me not you

I thought I was keeping up but you left me in the dust 
I was shiny and brand new till you put me out to rust
I’m not used to stable but I was getting used to us
And I thought you were someone…
Someone I could trust

I showed up to work late, put too much on my plate
Bought new clothes and cut my hair
Found someone who adores me, always reassures me
He says he’s not going anywhere 

But I don’t know if he’s honest
‘Cause you broke that same promise 
You swore you’d always keep
And now these scars run deep 

I thought I was keeping up but you left me in the dust 
I was shiny and brand new till you put me out to rust
I’m not used to stable but I was getting used to us
And I thought you were someone…
But you were never someone…
Someone I could trust

No you were never someone…
Someone I could trust

someone i could trust

Lyrics:

 i think i was born different 
a little magical, a little rare
 like while people star-gazed
 i saw worlds in my head
it felt lonely 
that no one could understand

 i’ve never been able to be  fully here 
because half of me died  before i was ten
 i’ve never known  a life without grief 
but i promised myself  i would create something out of it
 and despite the downfalls
 i followed those dreams 

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
that i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door  
waiting for someone 
to come home 

i was too young  to know betrayal  
the way i did 
some days i wish  i just got 
to be a kid
so i think it’s time  to return to her  
and seek out justice for all the times
 everyone pretended  they didn’t notice
i was getting hurt

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
that i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door  
waiting for someone 
to come home 

no one loved me hard enough
 for me to believe it 
i became an orchestra of longing
to be found— except no one ever did

so i tucked my thoughts  so deep within 
i woke up one day  and i was out of reach
it was different once i turned sixteen
and my wounds became  
displayed on my skin

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
that i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door  
waiting for someone 
to come home 

i murmur spells 
while the world sleeps
 i still got magic
growing inside of me

i murmur spells 
while the world sleeps
 i still got magic
growing inside of me

GRIMOIRE (Demo)

“Losing Control” drifts through the storm of sorrow, where rain washes away the past and silence speaks louder than words. It's a soul unraveling—through pain, through numbness—until a glimmer of light breaks the dark. From losing oneself to finding hope in love again, the song is a slow burn of release, reflection, and rebirth.

Break The Matrix

Losing Control

Losing Control (2025 Remastered)

Break My Record

Gentlemen, please start your engines
We’ll go on the count of three 
Buckle up, get ready for action 
Do you think you can keep up with me?

Vroom, vroom, vroom, ready or not
Pedal to the metal, give it all you got
Bang, bang, bang, sounds so frightening 
I’m striking faster than Texas lightning

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

If you don’t like the heat, leave the kitchen
If you can’t keep the pace, switch lanes
I’m the leader of a no fail mission
Do you think you can handle the pain?

Vroom, vroom, vroom, ready or not
Pedal to the metal, give it all you got
Bang, bang, bang, fire that pistol
I’m driving faster than Dale at Bristol 

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

Boy, you look dumbstruck
by my full scale invasion
Boy, this ain’t dumb luck
This is total domination

Vroom, vroom, vroom, ready or not
Pedal to the metal, give it all you got
Bang, bang, bang, shoot that gun
One of us is losing and I ain’t the one

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

I said ain’t nobody gonna break my record

Lyrics © 2025 Brooke Justus. All Rights Reserved.

break my record

Holy Water And Poison

Sainsonic feat. Synthesizer V Eri - Show Me

Fasten seat belts! This is the result of the secret masters of disturbed arts black belt convention (SmaodiablabeCon). For more info play it again.
https://soundcloud.com/ultrasonic_pest_repellent

Moloko Drencrom | Collab with Ultrasonic Pest Repellent

In collaboration with Francess Harris. She played the piano composition and I did the composition of the orchestral arrangement. Thank you for listening and enjoy. Any comment is appreciated always.

Collaboration Timothy McGuire / Francess Harris

Twilight Serenade

Twilight Serenade (feat. Fr. Harris)

Please excuse me for coming up with something new so quickly.

Tomorrow marks the 22nd anniversary of the death of French actress Marie Trintignant, who was beaten to death by her boyfriend, Bertrand Cantat, on 26 July 2003.

Some people will have seen the Netflix documentary about the case and will therefore also be familiar with the media and public debate at the time. This was a broad and heated discussion, as if the categorisation of such a brutal killing was a matter of opinion.

After that, one might have gained the impression that those who prioritise conservative values and traditional social and family roles tend to view domestic violence as an interpersonal tragedy rather than an unequivocal act of violence. ‘Arguments happen in even the best families.’ – ‘Doesn't an argument that gets out of hand often come from both sides?’ – ‘Did the victim overstep the mark and provoke an overreaction instead of making a diplomatic concession?’…

22 years have passed since then. In that time, #MeToo has emerged, alongside all kinds of discussions.

A lot of noise. A lot of media. A lot of talking-is-the-new-doing. But nothing has changed, apart from the number of reported cases of domestic violence, which continues to rise to this day. Whether this is because more and more offences are being reported instead of concealed is massively irrelevant:

In Germany, one woman or girl is beaten, abused or victimised by her partner or a male family member every single minute of every 24-hour day. According to official reporting statistics, this only happens every three minutes. What is clear, however, is that someone dies from their injuries almost every day.

The murder of Marie Trintignant is repeated every day.

There are many explanations for this. Psychological, social, political, and personal, to name a few. After all, we are living in an age of digital polyglotism where everyone has an answer to everything. Somehow, what you can explain is easier to accept. So, let’s talk about acceptance.

The number of car thefts registered in Germany each year amounts to around one sixth of the reported cases of domestic violence. The number of domestic burglaries is less than half.

What would happen if the number of domestic burglaries doubled, or if the number of car thefts increased sixfold? There might also be discussions about the thieves' psychological state of emergency or their possible negligence, provocation or shared guilt. But first and foremost, everyone would agree:

'This has to stop! We must stop it by any means necessary! … Zero acceptance!"

Is a stolen car, despite insurance reimbursement, really more painful, shocking and unacceptable than a woman being dragged through her flat by her hair?

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Lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers. Vocal performance by suno4.5

video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn16cxiq-64

Google translation:

I won't let you rest
It's the only reason you're hitting me
To get revenge for all your frustration
You just have to do so

It's not even good for you
But what are you going to do with your anger?
It's all my fault
I'm pushing your patience to the limit

Your pain should be mine
I deserve to feel it
You give it my face
So it can break me instead of you

What nobody sees or hears
It destroys the perfect world
Whenever it bangs
I wanted it that way

Only because of me do you see red
And because of me, you beat me to death
Only because of me do you see red
And because of me, you beat me to death

I would have liked to live
How I felt, how I moved freely.
One last pain, one moment
Then it's over, happy end

Ich hätte gern gelebt

Smoke & Mirrors

I listen to the wind blow
I hear the creaks of the old screen door
What was once a storybook house
Is now the neighborhood eyesore 

I peer out through the window
You park the car in our driveway
I watch you check the mailbox
The same routine on a different day 

Then you come inside and you snort a line
And you’re stoned on misery by nine
While I’m wide awake mind racing after two
Wishing I was braver so I could say to you

If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do
If you don’t need me, find somebody new
It’ll take some time and a lot of wine
But I’ll be fine ‘cause I can find
A man who knows he wants me too
If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do 

I feel it when you come home 
You walk right by and don’t say hello
I find stains on the carpet
Blood red from your spilled Merlot

And I see it in your tired eyes
There’s no joy in that vacant stare
So you down another bottle
Pass out cold in the lazy chair 

Then I head upstairs to cry a prayer
and ask God why life’s so unfair 
And why I had to draw the hand I drew
And beg him for courage so I can say to you

If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do
If you don’t need me, find somebody new
It’ll take some time and a lot of wine
But I’ll be fine ‘cause I can find
A man who knows he wants me too
If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do 

If it were up to me, we’d always be
Two carefree kids sitting in a tree
But I’ve learned fairytales just don’t come true
And it wouldn’t be me if it were up to you

If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do
If you don’t need me, find somebody new
It’ll take some time and a lot of wine
But I’ll be fine ‘cause I can find
A man who knows he wants me too
So if you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do

if you don’t love me

Rob Olsson lyrics bass drums production 
Single Use guitar 

Lyrics:

Sick, lonely, naked, a fool
Accumulated wealth means nothing
Can’t take it where I’m going
All the money won’t feed an empty soul

Sick, lonely, naked, a fool
Recall to mind the place and time
Given opportunity
Sit and wait for the perfect moment
Next thing it’s gone

Safe, happy, fine clothes so cool
Crack the outer shell
Center
Regrets, we’ve all got some
Navigate challenges that come

Accumulated wealth means nothing
All the money won’t feed an empty soul

Sick, Lonely, A Fool

Crave You Deep

Im The Future
Bleeding through beats.
Heart too full. Pockets too empty.
Still making flames from the mud.
I’m not next — I’m needed.
🎧 Mars.

Holy Water And Poison

MARS

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