Nostalgia

Lyrics

I said no
No
No
Not tonight
Under the flashing neon light
You reached for me
I turned away
Didn’t know what I’d feel someday

(Ooh-yeah!) I see it now
So clear
(Ooh-yeah!) I wish you were here


Nostalgia
No
No
No
I let you go
Go
Go
Wish I’d said yes
Yes
Yes
Now I’m left with this mess
Nostalgia
No
No
No
Why’d I say no
No
No?

You asked once
You asked twice
I gave you cold
Cold ice
The music played
The night was long
I never joined your favorite song

(Ooh-yeah!) Regret’s a heavy beat
(Ooh-yeah!) I’m stuck on repeat

Nostalgia
No
No
No
I let you go
Go
Go
Wish I’d said yes
Yes
Yes
Now I’m left with this mess
Nostalgia
No
No
No
Why’d I say no
No
No?

Nostalgia

Star crossed lovers with an arson problem. A mini musical movie about lovers on the run...
Added to the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept  2025)

(Act 1: Young lovers on an arson spree)
Lyrics:
She puts the gasoline in my truck
And then we drive down
And we like to burn up
Local buildings
And alleys
And trashcans

She likes to come out with me at night
And burn things down
She can't explain it
It's just how she feels
It's what see needs
Simultaneous release
While burning down the Hardee's (a USA restaurant chain)

We got black magic spells right off the shelf
I have a split personality
And I hate Ourselves
We have  a compulsion
To  blow things up
It's all fucked up
Young arsonists in love
Young Arsonists in love (3X)

We have black magic spells
Right off the shelf
The good ones are mixed in
So it makes it hard to tell
We understanding the poetry
Of burning things up
Burning shit up
All fucked up
Young arsonists in love
(End Act 1)


(Act 2 : Chase and capture)
Young arsonists in love (3X)
We're on the run
She says: let's burn down a Chevron

We have black magic spells right off the shelf
The Doctors say we seem alright
But you know that we can't be helped
The Police ask: Is this behavior carnal?
"Officer"
She said:
"Have you forgotten how to marvel?"
Forgotten how to marvel?

Young Arsonists In Love

Dear Mr. Dream Maker

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

In a world full of sadness and destruction we need some light hearted fun. Also I need @ haircut 💇 

The barber's chair was a throne of dreams 
Chopping the sides Letting the back scream 
Business up front Chaos in the seams 

Bring back the mullet Let it flow Let it shine 
A waterfall of glory A party in the spine 
Bring back the mullet It’s our time It’s our sign 

They said it was dead A fossil of flair 
But legends don’t die They just grow out their hair The mullet’s a crown for those who dare 

Short on the top Wild on the run 
It’s not just a haircut It’s rebellion spun 
Bring back the mullet Let it flow Let it shine 
A waterfall of glory A party in the spine Bring back the mullet It’s our time It’s our sign 

From the fields to the stage It’s a battle cry 
A cut that laughs That howls That flies 
Who needs a comb when the wind’s your guide

Bring back the mullet .mp3



https://youtube.com/shorts/EvTrlv60jE8?si=w74SSzC5UoXnE4Mq




https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=edcYI3WWidE&si=awL5_Y5gwTkdjw94

 
 https://open.spotify.com/album/0YdZnOnQ26imip9tBkf5x9?si=UdehvSmnQCGC2M7kDmYM3A


https://music.apple.com/us/song/4-seasons-mixed-by-linonyx-radio-edit/1843054340

https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0FT1B86GM?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_b1VTHcOH5NXh3kdTyes2UIR6P&trackAsin=B0FT17HHSV




4 Seasons mixed by LinOnyx.mp3

Symphony in E Flat Minor - Conflictus 
I have attempted to create a potent emotional and technical foundation in this composition by using E-flat minor, to portray two critical intervals to define conflicting characters,  the minor second and the minor seventh.

To create an emotional profound darkness I have used cello melody in (E-flat minor) to immediately establishes a somber, monumental, and deeply introspective mood, setting the stage for a serious dramatic work that follows.

Acute Tension (Minor Second) has been deliberately used to injects the music with sharp dissonance and anguish. This abrasive, element drives conflict, often suggesting the intensity of the E-flat Phrygian mode.

Somber Depth (Minor Seventh) strings provide the essential melancholic color and stability of the minor key to allow for broad, cohesive irritating melodies to define chaos and conflict.

The use of alchemy pads & strings in between the abrasive, close tension of the minor second and the deep has successfully created a reflective sorrowful mood of the minor seventh.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Symphony in E - Flat Minor, Conflictus

Word 
became flesh
He dwelt among us
became man

Body of His flesh,
through death
presents us
holy blameless

[chorus in Greek]
In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and God was the Word

Spirit
descends
remained on Him,
like a dove

Only begotten Son
Christ is king,
Before all time

No 
earthly thing
can separate us
From God’s love

[chorus]

God
Made all things
through Him and for Him
all abide

Every Good thing
is from the father
of Heavenly lights

Walk 
in the light
The way revealed 
to eternal life

Joy
Complete
born again
in spirit
for all time


The Word

Arrangement and guitars (Yamaha SG) by Neno J., october 2025.

Smile (Charlie Chaplin cover)

lyrics

Can't be so sure
Anymore
Can't be so sure
Anymore
I know what you're thinking
I used to think the same
I'm seeing things that I've never seen
I'm hearing things 
that I wish I'd never heard
I think
I think
But I need the truth
I need the truth
I need the truth
Can't be so sure
Anymore
Can't be so sure
Anymore

can't be so sure

Irresistible, open collab invitation from Paul:
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/timeless-floating-in-space-open-collab-offer
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
I added a "fluegelhorn" solo with breath controller in one go - of course there are some "tweaks" regarding mix and post-mastering - stereo width, EQ, compression etc

Timeless Floating In Space / by Paploviante / remix

I’m a song-writer who enjoys creating music of any genre.

My son recently introduced me to A.I. and taught me how to do covers of my previously released non-A.I. music. Since I've never considered myself a performer (except playing with worship bands at church or solo-piano at a rehab center) using A.I. is right up my alley.

Since I've  exhausted using my previously released music for A.I. covers, I now compose music in a DAW, rip to a wave file, and make an A.I. cover of this wave file. I then write lyrics to the A.I. music. It takes around 100 A.I. iterations to complete the lyrics and get a style I'm happy with.  

Brief Bio: 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.

Nostalgia

Mike Krath