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1820 ALBUM - MAX YOSHIO ( FOLK MUSIC )

Señor Barends

Boston Lach

딱 10CM만

친구로 지내다 보면

친구로 지내다 보면 (Feat. 김민석 of 멜로망스)

BIG Naughty (서동현) - 마지막 시 (Official Audio)

0. 탑승 전 안내 말씀
나는 가끔 여행 계획이 없어도 공항에 가보곤 한다. 언제든 어디로든 떠나 버릴 수 있다는 생각은 때론 큰 위로가 되기도 하고 또 때론 다시 마주한 일상을 더 초라하게 만들곤 한다. 그럼에도 우리는 봄만 되면 여행 생각에 들뜨곤 하고, 우리 엄마는 입지도 못하는 비키니를 고르기도 한다. 무언가로부터의 해방을 준비하는, 기대하는, 갈망하는 사람들을 위해 25분짜리 편도 여행을 준비해 봤으니 즐거운 비행되길 바라며!

1. Vancouver 2
여행에서 가장 설레는 순간은 아무래도 비행기가 땅에서 발을 뗄 때가 아닐까 싶다. 이 곡은 그때의 감정으로 만든 노래다. 카니발에서 드레스형의 스케치를 듣자마자 거의 곡을 완성하고 다음 날 바로 무대에서 불렀을 때의 그 감정은 나에게 첫 여행만큼이나 소중한 감정이다. 첫 비행의 감정을 온전히 즐기길 그리고 아름답게 간직해 주길 바란다.

2. 연착
가끔은 시간이 실제로 빠르게 가는 게 아닐까 하는 순간들이 있다. 수학여행의 마지막 밤, 수능의 수학 영역, 이십 대 등등 그런 소중한 순간들이 조금만 천천히 흘러갔으면 하며 만든 곡이다. 내레이션을 넣을까 했는데 오글거린다는 회사의 의견과 절친한 친구들의 강경한 반대로 빼게 됐다.

3. 직항
직항, 편도와 같은 단어는 무언가 비장한 느낌이 들게 한다. 돌아올 수 없다는 설렘과 두려움이 공존해서일까. 삶이라는 게 그런 게 아닐까 하는 생각이 문득 들었다! 태어나 살다 가는 것. 17살에 음악을 하기로 결심한 것. 내가 결정한 그 원 웨이 에서 느낀 것들을 가사로 담았다. 승객도 당신 파일럿도 당신이다. 주변의 말들에 너무 흔들리지 말길.

4. 쟤
발매하는 게 맞나라는 생각이 소개 글을 쓰는 지금까지도 드는 곡이다. 청춘의 투박함과 어리석음에 조금은 너그러운 세상이 되길 바라며 용기를 내본다.

5. 난기류
지난여름 탄 비행기가 심각한 난기류를 만나 4시간 동안 심하게 흔들렸었다. 겁과 쓸데없는 상상력이 풍부한 나는 그때 비행기가 추락한다면 나와 같이 죽게 될 나머지 승객들에게 말 못 할 동질감을 느꼈다. 결국 다 비슷한 상처와 결핍을 가지고 사는 똑같은 사람이겠지. 난기류를 지나고 바라본 하늘은 언제 그랬냐는 듯 평온했다. 어이가 없었다. 찾아보니까 긴 비행에서 그 정도 난기류는 다 만난다고 하더라. 너무 겁내지 말고 좌절하지 말길!

6. Dominic Fike
프랭크 오션을 제일 좋아하던 한 친구는 요즘 도미닉 파이크에게 푹 빠졌다고 합니다~

7. Lovers Rock
밴쿠버의 한 호텔에서 TV girls의 노래를 듣다 쓴 노래다. 가사는 뭔 내용인지 잘 모르겠다. 지나가는 음성메모 쪼가리를 멋진 곡으로 탄생시켜 준 드레스형에게 감사의 마음을!

8. Your Highness
비행 중에 안전벨트 표시등이 꺼지는 알림음은 누가 만들었는지 정말 편안하다. 이 노래가 누군가의 불행이 끝났음을 알리는 알림음이, 잠 못 드는 밤의 끝을 알리는 수줍은 아침 해가, 자장가가 되길 바라며 만들었다. 이 노래 들으면서 깨지 말고 푹 자면 더할 나위 없겠다 싶다.

BIG Naughty (서동현) - 난기류

Artista: Renato Vianna
Álbum: Estrangeiro
Ano: 2013
Gravadora: Som Livre

Músicas:
01 - Noite
02 - A tua mão
03 - Estrangeiro
04 - Mais perto
05 - Encontrei o amor
06 - Tu sabes, Senhor
07 - Estou de volta
08 - Pai
09 - Meu mundo
10 - Aqui dentro
11 - Sim
12 - Deus sabe tudo

A Tua mão

Noite

IU X 박보검 - 산골 소년의 사랑 이야기

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If I go

About the song "Still We Sow"

Conceived as an echo of voices silenced by adversity, Still We Sow was born from the desire to capture the quiet dignity of those who endure. Set in the English countryside of 1820, the song follows a family who sows in hope of a good harvest—only to see their work undone by a brutal storm.

Each verse was shaped to reflect the tension between nature’s cycles and human will: the earth receives, yet also refuses; the sky promises, but does not deliver. And still, something persists—the hand that sows again, even upon ruin.

The lyrics were built with restraint, using simple words and measured rhythm, echoing the sobriety of English literature of the time, without dramatization. The song is not a lament, but a quiet affirmation: there is worth in the gesture, even when the world does not respond.

Still We Sow is, above all, a song about quiet resilience, measured hope, and the unspoken pact between humankind and the land.

Still We sow

About the Creation of the Song - "I Forgive What You Are"

"I Forgive What You Are" was born from the desire to explore the silent power of forgiveness in the face of destruction, pain, and chaos. Inspired by the image of a young farmer facing the relentless force of a storm, the song reflects forgiveness not as a passive response, but as a profound act of resistance and internal renewal. The storm, which asks for no apologies, serves as a metaphor for life’s challenges, which often arise without warning and without mercy. Yet, the farmer finds the strength to forgive the storm, not for what it does, but for what it represents.

We chose a simple and direct structure, with short verses and a chorus that resonates reflectively. The repetition of "I forgive what you are" brings the idea of forgiveness not as sentimentality, but as a realistic and liberating act. The lyrics aim to capture a sense of acceptance, without illusions, but with the clarity of someone who understands that even the most destructive force has its role. In the end, the song reminds us that, even without rewards or reparations, forgiveness can create space for peace and internal reconciliation.

I forgive what you are

About the Song – Words Between the Silence

Words Between the Silence is about the weight of an unsent letter, a feeling that lingers in the air but never materializes. The song is not about who wrote it, but about what the unwritten carries: the pain of the "what if." The "what if" that resides in the mind and heart, an unanswered question that can never be answered.

The lyrics speak of something unsaid, something left suspended in time. The letter was never sent, but the words still remain, waiting for a moment that has already passed, like an invisible presence.

Some words are born too late. Some roads close forever, without return. And what was left unsaid remains in the air, where doubt grows and unspoken words fill the empty spaces.

And even though the letter never left, it is not forgotten. The ink is still there, the message still waits, because what was never said, but could have been, never truly disappears.

Words Between the Silence

The Discovery of Maturity in the Song

The song began with an idealization of love but evolved into its mature understanding. The pivotal point was Angeline's discovery that real love demands more than "sweet embraces," bringing "heavy burdens" – sacrifices. The chorus captured this transition, with the young heart bowing to love's demands. The ending reflected Angeline's resilience, with the truth about love becoming her guide, showcasing a heart strengthened by accepting its challenges. The song thus celebrates the discovery that love matures through understanding its sacrifices.

My Sweet Angeline

What if the world’s stories came not through screens, but through songs? Sing Me the Story by Dr. Elliot Lach is a reflection on how music can be a balm, a broadcast, and a bridge—delivering news, emotion, and connection without the eye strain or overload. Inspired by mornings in the kitchen, headphones on, heart wide open.

This track invites you to imagine a world where life is narrated in melodies—not headlines.

Sing Me The Story

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Eleonor and Lord Henry

The composition of Eleonor and Henry arose from a careful listening to a singular story: the meeting of two kindred spirits, distinct in temperament, yet equal in depth.

She — a figure of luminous intellect and quiet presence. He — of faltering speech and restrained nobility. The song sought neither embellishment nor certainty. It chose the fine line over the grand gesture — brief, considered verses, with discreet humor and mature affection.

Its writing followed the principles of good style: clarity, rhythm, restraint. Each line was measured so as not to exceed what the truth of the encounter required. The narrative imposes no emotion — it reveals it. And love, here, is not declared — it is recognized.

In the end, Eleonor and Henry is less a love story than a quiet celebration of the communion between two souls who needed no proof — only mutual regard.

Lord Henry

Ein Song wie eine Sommernacht – voller Fernweh, flüsternder Wälder und goldener Sterne. Inspiriert von Joseph von Eichendorffs Gedicht (1834), erzählt Sehnsucht von der stillen Kraft der Träume und dem Wunsch, einfach aufzubrechen. Zwischen Posthorn und Mondschein, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – ein musikalischer Spaziergang ins Herz der Romantik.

A song like a summer night – full of longing, whispering woods, and golden stars. Inspired by the poetry of Joseph von Eichendorff (1834), Sehnsucht captures the quiet power of dreams and the urge to escape. Between distant horns and moonlit gardens, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – a musical walk into the heart of romantic yearning.

Sehnsucht

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

A song I made in my native language, Dutch. The title means The Spring Night.

Some people who understand Dutch might wonder what supernovas have to do with anything 🤔...They produce the heavy elements that are crucial to life.⭐

Lyrics (Dutch) © Señor Barends

Je ogen die glanzen
In het licht van de maan 
Jij kijkt naar de sterren
En dan kijk ik jou aan 

“We zijn sterrenstof” 
Hoor ik je nog zeggen
Ik begrijp wat je bedoelt
Je hoeft ‘t niet uit te leggen

Alles heeft een begin
Aan alles komt een eind
Je bent er maar heel even 
Voordat je zelf ook verdwijnt

Gesmeed in een supernova
Misschien wel een heleboel
Het zet je aan het denken
Wat is de zin? Wat is het doel?

Je bent nu hier met mij
Samen in de lentenacht
“Ik hou van jou”
Fluister ik heel zacht

Je zegt “Ik ook van jou”
Je hebt me toch gehoord
Ja, wat is het doel?
Ik weet het antwoord

Hier met jou aan mijn zij
Een moment van geluk
Het is misschien zo voorbij
Zoals de dag die ik pluk

Alles heeft een begin
Aan alles komt een eind
Je bent er maar heel even 
Voordat je zelf ook verdwijnt

De Lentenacht (The Spring Night)

“I’m Tired” was born from a moment of raw honesty—written late at night last September, during one of those soul-deep seasons when life just feels like too much.

It’s not the tiredness that sleep fixes. It’s the exhaustion that comes from years of fighting, surviving, and hoping against the odds—a tiredness that lives in the spirit, in the quiet spaces behind closed doors.

As Mental Health Awareness Month ends, and as another birthday passes, I wanted to give voice to what so many feel but rarely say out loud: the loneliness of carrying pain in silence, the invisible battle behind the brave face, and the ache of wondering if we’re “too broken” to be loved or healed.

It’s about naming the struggle, without shame or apology, and letting the truth just be—because sometimes, survival is the victory.

This song is a confession, a sigh, a prayer to anyone who’s ever felt spent but still managed to show up for one more day.

It’s a reminder that you’re not alone, and that every breath—no matter how weary—is enough.

And for me, it’s a way of honoring my own journey, one circle ’round the sun at a time.

If you hear yourself in these words, this song is for you.

I'm Tired

**About This Track**  
An original AI-assisted composition. This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.

About this song track: Resonance Blues is inspired by the song Before You Go. All the tracks inspired by Before You Go are Rob Nelson's heartfelt tributes to one of his all-time favourite film directors; Mr. Eric Schaeffer, of New Jersey, U.S.A.

Navigate to Tubi TV, for example, as one online platform, to view his films, including titles such as Before You Go, Boy Meets Girl, Fall, Mind the Gap, and many others. Sending lots of Love to you, Eric, from London, Ontario, Canada.

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: [All “Alien Garden” song tracks = Ron Cameron]
- **Lyrics**: [All “Bring Your Own Brilliance” = Rob Nelson]  
- **Executive Producer**: [All “Alien Garden” song tracks = Ron Cameron]
- **Executive Producer**: [All “Bring Your Own Brilliance” song tracks = Rob Nelson]
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: for all song tracks;  Generated using TopMediAI or AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: for all song tracks: MP3 and WAV files generated by TopMediAI and refined using NCH Software (trims, fades, format conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: for all song tracks; LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: all song tracks; Created using Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay artists (Creative Commons)  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: all song tracks; Cyanite AI

**CHOICES Explained**  
“CHOICES” is our code word for the creative blueprint of each track—instrumentation, vocal tone, genre, tempo, and mood. Every song starts with our direction. The AI supports our choices; it doesn’t make them for us.

**Rights & Licensing**  
As TopMediAI members, we retain full commercial and non-commercial rights to this track under their [Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). All lyrics, arrangements, and production outputs are considered original works owned by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
We welcome musicians and producers to re-record or adapt our lyrics and music. Please credit us in any future releases that borrow from our work.

For licensing, collaboration, or industry inquiries, contact:  
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London, Ontario, Canada  
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**A Final Note**  
This track was created with care, creative intention, and love for music that tells a story. Thank you for visiting—your support fuels every note we share.

Resonance Blues  [Instrumental Only] [BYGO21aINSTR]

Some words come too late. This song is for every heart that held back until love slipped away. Minimalist, honest, and raw—“Didn’t Say It” traces the ache of unspoken feelings and the silence that follows. The heartbreak is real, the lesson is forever: say it before it’s gone.

Didn't Say It

Style note: Spiritual, almost hymnal, with piano and subtle strings. A slow build, from vulnerability to an uplifting chorus. Lyrics are introspective and intimate.


When the world grows quiet,
I hear the silence that knows me best.
It holds all the words I never spoke,
A gentle weight inside my chest.

The silence that knows me
carries every sorrow,
It sings me to sleep
and meets me tomorrow.

There’s comfort in darkness,
In secrets I cannot confess.
But silence holds me without judgment,
It’s the one who forgives,
and forgets.

The silence that knows me
carries every sorrow,
It sings me to sleep
and meets me tomorrow.

The Silence That Knows Me

Mr. Bitterman

I hope you like my new hard rock track!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Love  
Sweet love  
All that remains  
Are the stains  
Promises  
Tempting promises  
Promised you paradise  
But you paid the price  
Oh yeah  

You sow the wind, you reap the storm  
Keep on going as long as you’re still warm  
But one day, one day you see it clearer  
Life took its toll, look in the mirror  

Got lines on my face, and lines I won't cross  
Counted friends that faded, like memory loss  
Truth’s a snake in a preacher’s coat  
They sell you a dream just to slit your throat  
I kept receipts, burned ‘m in a jar  
Now I just watch from the end of the bar  

Love  
Sweet love  
All that remains  
Are the stains  
Time  
Wasted time  
Built a castle on lies  
Then watched it unwind  

Street sermon preachers say the same old lines  
Polished teeth hiding rust behind the shine  
Every favor came with chains and fines  
Even hope costs - man, I read the signs  
Learned to walk with a limp, spit grit in the wind  
Bottled my prayers, then drank the sin  
Numb in the noise, where truth don’t win  
Fought through the fog with a fake-ass grin  
Every mirror’s got a scar on its frame  
Ain’t no saints here, just players in the game  

I saw love get sold in a zip lock bag  
Watched dreams dry out like a used-up rag  
Knew folks who’d kill just to feel intact  
And others who smiled while they stabbed your back  
I kept a list, but burned it for heat  
Lit up the dark with the soles on my feet  
Time don’t wait and the past don’t sleep  
Truth’s a wolf that don’t bleat with the sheep  
Still I rise, not from hope - from spite  
Got tired of peace, so I lit my own light  

I buried my youth in the ash of dreams  
Built a life from the cracks and the in-betweens  
Paid my dues, bled in unpaid scenes  
Held my breath where silence screams  
They told me age was a cross to bear  
But I wear it like truth, not some cross to scare  
No medals, no cheers, no light in the hall  
Just echo in bones and paint on the wall  
Still I spit in the face of the closing door  
Might be tired, but I’m not done anymore  

Even in the dust, something grows  
A crooked rose from a bed of woes  
We bend, we break, we bear the load  
But still we walk that heavy road  
No hallelujah, no shining sky  
Just breath in our chest, and a reason why  

Love  
Sweet love  
All that remains  
Are the stains  
Life  
Worn-out life  
You pay with your soul  
Just to feel alive

Love Sweet Love

Quem É Esse Deus   Missionário Shalom

Mauro Henrique - Aonde está Deus?

Oficina G3 - Aos Pés da Cruz - Histórias e Bicicletas

Max Yoshio, (maxyoshiocomposer@gmail.com)

Max Yoshio is the composer behind NORA, 3020 — an ongoing archaeological music project that documents real and projected events from the year 2000 onward. Each release is presented as a recovered audio artifact from the 20st century