INSOMNIA by NOVA J

(Oooh oooh Sleep)
You can’t wake up from

Why’s my mind playing tricks on me tonight?
Got heavy eyes but I’m wide awake and I
Just wanna sleep, just wanna stop
This anxiety I’ve got.
I’m overthinking. (Yeah) I’m overthinking.

About you,
About us,
About my stupid luck—
I’m still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (still)
Awake 

Insomnia
Wish I had some
Marijuana 
Can’t stop replaying all the
Drama
In my head I’ve got
Insomnia
Oh, Insomnia
Feel like screaming
But I just lie
Daydreaming
Eyes wide open
Heart still beating
I’ve got…
Insomnia

Oooh oooh
Oooh oooh

Past mistakes and future fears,
Playing loud between my ears.
Scroll my phone, no end in sight,
It’s 3AM and now it’s 5—
Oh God, I’m dreading the sunlight

Close my eyes,
But then I see
All that terrifies 
In front of me.
I’m still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (awake)
Still (still)
Awake

Insomnia
Wish I had some
Marijuana
Can’t stop replaying all the
Drama
In my head I’ve got
Insomnia
Oh, Insomnia
Someone please
Put me to sleep,
Or maybe just
Some ketamine—
Knock me out
Or set me free
From
Insomnia
Insomnia…
Insomnia…
insomnia
Insomnia…
Insomnia…
(insomnia)

INSOMNIA

moja kwa moja kutoka Tanzania, na kwa ushauri mzuri wa rafiki yangu Geoffrey, wimbo huu umefafanuliwa katika ufunguo wa pop...hope you like☕🙏🏻🙇‍♂️☕⚘💥



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Sudden terror (feat.G.Master).mp3

I Hear Bagpipes
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
DAW: Reason
Mix: Ozone 11

Lyrics

I hear bagpipes,
On this still night,
I hear them at this moment,
Can you hear them?

I hear bagpipes,
On this starry night,
I hear them in the shadows,
Can you hear them?

Chorus
I hear them playing,
From over the hill,
Coming for me,
then coming for you
Can you hear them, my friend,
Can you hear them?

Interlude

I hear bagpipes,
On this moonless night,
I hear them in the darkness,
Can you hear them?

I hear bagpipes,
On this quiet night,
I hear them from my future,
Can you hear them?

Chorus

Outro

I Hear Bagpipes

https://soundcloud.com/scratchkelly and TBD co created this piece.

Find your frozen flower. This flower appreciates it's time left way more then most human beings do. It makes itself as beautiful as it can to hold onto it's niche and attract other niches of life to help it. It's doing everything in it's power to weather the cold and for us it can represent what humanity needs to do. We are a frozen flower except we have the ability to thaw ourselves and expand our own existence yet we choose to mostly stay frozen. Maybe we should thaw ourselves out before the planet melts us altogether. We thaw ourselves living in the moment one human at a time

Why?
Forget the past unless it holds a lesson for the present you are currently experiencing. Learn the lesson and let it go. Be hopeful for the future but do not fear it. Once fear leaves your being you are in the moment in my pea head opinion...
I'm not pretending to be an expert. I leave the moment all the time and that's pretty obvious with a lot of my music and with how I am in everyday life... But I accept that's my path to peace and harmony as an individual and I would suggest it's humanities ticket to the same... We experience and project our energy on each other with empathy and apathy. Positive and negative. In my opinion other people's perceptions of who you are as an individual should not matter how you see yourself. Their opinions can be valuable assets for you but they shouldn't be the source of how you see yourself in the universe. Only you know that. Without exception no other human can truly see the world through your eyes. Society and strong relationships may challenge this for most of us but who said life was meant to be easy... Living in one moment forever... It's hard man but lots of fun when you truly make it there and the more you go the easier it is to get back there

Lyrics

(We genuinely hope they make your moment better. The fact that this has your senses now is improving ours so 🔆 thanks a centillion 🔆)

Now they say
This is me!
To the moment I pray
It's my only deity

To the moment

But what of tomorrow?
What of yesterday's marrow?
I figure my past has future answers to borrow!

To the moment
To the moment

But now they are answers
Brought to present in solution
Taught to ones self,
Fear is mind pollution
Chemicals in brain figured, not dithered
It ejects us from our now
In fear our energy is withered

The moment
The moment
The moment
The moment
For the moment
The moment
Just the moment

Lament the moment
It's your sanity enrolment
Fear is relegated
As it's never an opponent
Lament the moment
Now, in today

Fear mind profanity of old self
We've sent presence to present... hold it
In now, fud can't even get a shelf

We're in a moment
Be the moment

Now I say
I am me
To the moment I pray
One singularity

One moment
Now
Here
How
Water clear
Light
Sound
Now

it's near
Come over here
Comb over fear
Love is presence
Wow

The Moment

“I Still Play” is a personal piece from me - Krazy Krissie. I used to perform with a sax in my hands and a dream in my chest... until life took a bite out of both. Illness changed everything,  but it didn’t end my journey, it just forced me to take a different road.

This song is for anyone who's had their plans shattered and their voice shaken. You don’t have to quit - just pivot.
Your path may shift, but the music?
It can still be yours. 🎷🖤✨

****Lyrics****

It started with a sax and a secondhand smile
Ten years deep in a dream we made worthwhile
Just friends and songs under birthday lights
No fame, just fire on those Saturday nights
I had a voice behind the sound
Helping others rise while I held the ground

But life don’t ask, it just arrives
A whisper first, then it rewrites lives
I woke up one day, and my body said no
To every rhythm I used to know
Now I create from a different place
And write through pain I can’t erase

But I still play, just in a different way
I build the world where someone else can sway
I lost the notes, but not the sound
The stories still find their way around
It’s not the path I thought I’d take
But it’s still a song I get to make

It’s still a song I get to make…

There’s grief in knowing some doors stay closed
In the weight of what your body never chose
But I won’t fold, I won’t erase
The fire that time can’t displace
I am more than what I’ve lost
I’ve paid the price, but not the cost

So if you’re out there, stuck in pause
If the world don’t clap, just take applause
From the words you write, the tracks you send
Your voice can echo without end

you’re not broken… just renamed…

There was a time I thought it ended here,
When I couldn’t lift the sax I held for years.
No more melodies, no more sound,
Just silence where my life was found.
But silence taught me something new,
That music never leaves, it just finds a different view.

I still play, through every beat I build
Every lyric traced from something I’ve felt
The stage has changed, the lights are new
But the soul of the song is still true
We bend, we burn, but we don’t break
We still make music, for our own sake

We still make music…
For our own sake…

So here’s my solo, made of light
From quiet studios and sleepless nights
No Saxophone in hand, but still I stay,
Because I still play.

I Still Play

You are Thunderstrike 

This life, you are  an earthquake of love  
In this bed you are my glove

You’re a feline to tame  
A story to tell  
You’re my journey, perfect   
And you have all my respect

You are thunderstrike  
A force of nature  
You are thunderstrike  
My sweet danger  
Shaking my world, tearing down the walls  
With you, I’m ready to risk it all

You light the fire in my veins  
Breaking the silence, breaking the chains  
With every touch, I come alive  
With you beside me, I can survive


No holding back, we’re running wild  
Lost in the moment, just you and I

You are thunderstrike  
A force of nature  
You are thunderstrike  
My sweet danger  
Shaking my world, tearing down the walls  
With you, I’m ready to risk it all

We ride the storm, we chase the night  
Hearts on the line, burning so bright  
No turning back, we’re out of control  
You are the rhythm that moves my soul

You are thunderstrike  
A force of nature  
You are thunderstrike  
My sweet danger

You are thunderstrike

this song is a tribute to Mercedes McCambridge, a mighty fine actress ( 1949 Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress All The King's Men) who in 1973 played the voice of the Demon in William Friedkin's The Exorcist...
She prepared for her vocal performances by chainsmoking, drinking whiskey and eating raw eggs. She had herself strapped to a chair while speaking her lines...
Talk about suffering for your art
Back in the day the movie caused hysteria with many audience members fainting and running out of the theatre. ..1973 was a different time for sure.....
i present the usual mishmash with a couple clips from the movie and an interview with a scared movie goer at the break
Thanks for the nightmares, Ms. McCambridge 

Mercedes McCambridge

Mercedes McCambridge, she’s talking to me  
The devil incarnate, filthy vocabulary               
I learned some new words 
When I was a kid 
Back in 73     

Mercedes McCambridge, she was needing  the work
From Academy winner to world's biggest sinner,
made the crowd go berserk
They dubbed out Miss Blair, put her in there,
In that bedroom, she lurks

The power of Christ compels you             
It compels me to sing                                   
About demons, about another time            
When the Exorcist was a thing                  
Strapped to a chair, living on cigarettes    
Raw eggs and malt whiskey                     
Mercedes moaned her message             
Scared the bejesus out of me                   

Mercedes McCambridge, all dressed in black
She’s still in my closet, under the table
She’s hiding out back
When I go to sleep, she shadow speaks
Her salacious  soundtrack

The power of Christ compels you
It compels me to be
Writing songs about her vicious voice
It's melded to my memory
Her fearsome groans from another time
Words we don't want Mom to know
Mercedes was committed 
No minors were permitted
We trembled, shook and shitted
At her foul-mouthed movie show

Mercedes McCambridge

"This song isn’t about performance... it’s about survival.
I live with autism, constant mental noise, and the pain of losing my ability to create with my hands. When the chaos inside becomes too much, the only peace I find is in music.
This track is how I process, how I breathe, how I stay.
If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, unseen, or like you’re running from your own thoughts…
I made this for you too."
💙🎷💭 #NeurodivergentVoices #AutisticArtist #MusicAsMedicine

****Lyrics****

My brain’s not wired the way it should be,
It hums and flickers constantly.
Patterns flood me, sounds collide,
So I shape the storm I hold inside.
My dad saw the blueprints in my stare,
Let me build, let me breathe, let me repair.
Where others saw mess, I saw machines,
And he saw the music in my in-betweens.

I used to draw, to twist, to weld,
My hands could echo what my mind held.
And when the noise got too loud to bear,
I’d pick up my sax, and I was there.
No sheet music, just me and the sound,
Playing what I felt, not what I’d found.
I’d slip into songs like a second skin,
And the world would hush from deep within.

I don’t write songs to sing along,
I write when I’ve held it in too long.
It’s not for fame, or a radio track,
It’s to help my mind find its way back.
When I don’t write, I start to drown,
So I turn my overload into sound.

You see talent, I see weight,
Thoughts that crash and reverberate.
I hear harmony in the sound of fans,
Basslines in pipes, chords in hands.
Ideas claw at me when I try to sleep,
Rhythms that haunt instead of keep.
So I write not to create, but to release,
To bargain for just one hour of peace.

Some call me a genius, it makes me flinch,
There’s a thin line here, and it’s barely an inch.
Passed out at my desk more times than I know,
Because the noise won’t stop, and I can’t let go.
But your words hold me like steady hands,
You listen, you lift, and that still stands.
You don’t just like what I create,
You remind me I can still translate.

I don’t write songs to feel adored,
I write because I’m coming apart at the core.
It’s not performance, it’s not control,
It’s how I channel what’s stolen my soul.
So if you hear my work and feel seen,
Know I wrote it just to stay between.

There’s no off switch in my skull.
No quiet room. No empty hull.
But Music makes it breathable.
Makes it bearable.
Makes me visible.

I don’t write songs to entertain,
I write because they buffer the pain.
You think it’s talent, but it’s how I cope.
I turn the flood into fragile hope.
And if my music helped you sleep tonight…
Then maybe, I’ll sleep too.
Just for a while.
That’s enough.

I don’t sing.
I survive.
And this,
This is how I stay alive.

I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive”

My musical month of may wouldn't be complete without some Andrew Lloyd Webber tune added into the mix, wouldn't it. And as my dear sister remarked, it also wouldn't be quite complete without the Phantom...yea, sure...
So, on special request, I present to you "Till I Hear You Sing", the Phantom's opening song to The Right Honourable Lord Lloyd-Webber's 2010 sequel to his long-runner "The Phantom of the Opera" - "Love Never Dies" - possibly the most unnecessary musical ever, but he sure can write songs.

The music was provided by my dear Helen.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the show :)


For Meg <3

Till I Hear You Sing (Love Never Dies - Andrew Lloyd Webber)

Massive thanks to my buddy ©️CrackerJack for providing some awesome lead guitar work on this one.
Had a lot of fun making this track.

Amplified rock version of previous acoustic release.
Official release date 02/06/25

Lyrics:

Just stop with your carry on
Laying blame on me
We’re not gonna get along
Just fantasy

Don’t make sense to anyone
You’ll never get your way
You made your bed of hate
Just lay

Maybe I don’t get along with you
Maybe we don’t get along with you
Maybe they don’t get along with you
Maybe you don’t get along with you 

Looking down on everyone
Deranged and insane
Was the grass any greener
You left a stain

Suck the life out of everyone
Things I can’t believe
Take yourself from here 
And leave

Maybe I don’t get along with you
Maybe we don’t get along with you
Maybe they don’t get along with you
Maybe you don’t get along with you 

Just stop with your carry on
We’re not gonna get along

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=xt2MT4Mkrxo&feature=shared

https://open.spotify.com/album/4ieEPn0ePiavHh4vKyG2zR?si=jrq1WfUQSeecYVIWdJwv7A


https://music.apple.com/us/song/mare-mare-mare/1818401364


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Mare mare mare.mp3

I’m a keyboardist who unfortunately has developed arthritis in my hands so I’m not as accurate as I used to be.

But needless to say, my main tool for composing is still a keyboard or the keys of my MacBook Pro.

I find writing lyrics to be the easiest first task.  From there the music follows.

My son recently introduced me to A.I. and taught me how to do covers of my previously released music. While this is fun to see how your original music sounds in different styles and voices, I can see how it can stifle creativity.  Plus you can’t go on concert with an A.I. cover.  A.I. basically relegates you to a song-writer, but not a performer.

I don’t see any problems using A.I. as a tool.  It’s here to stay.  But recommend proving yourself first as a  composer and/or lyricist before using it.  Plus, in my mind,  it’s more fun to come up with your own works first even leaving out canned loops when you do it.

I've lived more than a quarter of my life overseas (Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Turkiye, Italy, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan). Each country gave me an appreciation for different types of music plus probably why I get bored easily in sticking with one genre or another.

I Hear Bagpipes

Mike Krath

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