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Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Mahalo Flying V Ukelele
Addictive Drums
Kontakt
Komplete Kontrol
Xpand2!
Mercury 4
Quadra

Chuck a ey

Chuck a uey

L’observateur observé. Un genre de méditation sonore où J’ai voulu mélanger différents genres musicaux avec vers la fin une intervention de Taf, mon ami Sénégalais qui a posé sa très belle voix, c’est un voyage « Inside » car il se passe beaucoup de choses à l’intérieur de notre cerveau humain, entre le conscient le subconscient, le supra conscient, à la fin ça fait beaucoup de monde et ils ne sont pas toujours tous d’accord, on dirait même que des fois il se prennent la tête l’un dit quelque chose, l’autre dit autre chose.
Mais puisqu’en nous subsiste un infini espace d’une grande profondeur où règne la paix, le calme, le silence parfois comme un guide qui nous emmène ailleurs, vers l’invisible, peut être vers cette énergie cosmique, vers les étoiles, vers la lumière, plus haut, plus loin….  

Paroles, chant et musique : Steph Ouna
Cœur et image : Lena https://soundcloud.com/user-262019520
voix Sénégalaise à la fin du morceau : Taf

Une initiative, émotive, passive
Un rêve éveillé
Une bouée qui dérive
au flux et courant des marrées
Sans jamais s’échouer

Croire à son étoile
Connecté à ses pensées
La main posée sur la toile
Libre et se laisser guider
Retrouver un peu d’espoir
De magie de coté

C’est vrai, tu as raison
Je vais maintenant, t’écouter
Si mes tourments te gênent
Je les enverrai en recommandé

Tous ces déserts, amers
N’auront plus aucun effet
Dérision d’éther
Etrange et sur mon caractère

inside

By My Window

What did you make with

© Liberty 2025, all rights reserved

Amor fati - "love of fate".
Venal ressentiment - A resentment rooted in a corrupt or self-serving motive, where the resentful individual may be motivated by greed or personal gain rather than a genuine sense of injustice. 

Fabulous Failure	

wage slave wage slave
To a protestant work ethic
Birthright destiny 
amore fati

The smart exec knows where the wages are low
Nothing personal now just business you know
Egalitarian principles oh what a bore
How much is enough just a little bit more

Rose coloured glasses
Kissing assess  
Believe your own hype
That’s a leadership type


Fabulous failure
Fabulous failure

Cannibal capitalism 
Pandemonium
Craving idols 
Patchouli dreaming

The smart exec knows where the wages are low
Nothing personal now just business you know
Egalitarian principles oh what a bore
How much is enough just a little bit more

Peccadilloes
Na’er-do-wells
Venal ressentiment


Fabulous failure
Fabulous failure
Fabulous failure

FabulousFailure

Illustration : Forest Dance Party chez Stockcake

Tribal Summer Dance  (Original)

Conga and Bass brothers

Spending summer by the lake in the forest


Forest Lakeside

Rapid hornblowing action as the city gets wild.....

Pic. NY c/o Pinterest 

Night Strike

Original composition by Neno J.
Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba Studio GK, electric guitar Yamaha SG, bass Ibanez, Gibson Les Paul guitar, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100, Guitar Rig 5, August 2025

Paradise lost (rearranged version)

Night Fishing (Remix)

Explicit !
Lyrics :
My feet are damp with summer’s heat,
a slick devotion, perfumed and sweet.
They play in rhythm, soft yet firm,
a dance of pleasure, twist, and turn.

The air pulses of salt and musk,
a scent that lingers, bold, robust.
My arches press, my toes caress,
a skill perfected, nothing less.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
In this passion, let your pleasures flow.

Sweet feet caress your marble curve,
a dance that makes the nerves unnerve.
The friction builds, the tension grows,
a secret delight only my soles know.

No hands could match this velvet grip,
this teasing slide, this oily slip.
The warmth of skin, the pulse beneath,
You crave for an elusive relief.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
Your gorgeous shaft soon will flow.

Bridge:
Your breath quickens as I tease,
My toes entwined, eager to please.
A playful rhythm, a gentle squeeze
Soon, honey, you will moan “please”

I watch you shudder, watch you yield,
to every move my feet reveal.
A silent pact, a shared delight,
the edge of pleasure, edged just right.

And when you spurt, I smile, content,
my work well done, my strength well spent.
For in this art, I reign supreme—
a goddess of the sweat-slick dream.

The art of my soles

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)

Rapture is a new collaboration between the Beating Edge and Joe Stroffolino, following the awesome Asteroids (The Original Was Better). Joe wrote both the lyrics and the original music, while the Beating Edge rearranged and recorded it in a punchy rock style, adding driving guitars, strong rhythm, and dynamic choruses. Vocals feature Tom on lead, with Joe and Mary contributing both backing vocals and lead parts on certain verses and the bridge, creating a layered and energetic vocal texture.
The song explores the absurdity and irony of doomsday prophecies, the obsession with the rapture, and the endless cycle of believers and false prophets. It blends satirical storytelling with a critical eye on human behavior, delivering a mix of humor, intensity, and thought-provoking commentary through energetic rock arrangements. 
Rapture is a track that engages both the mind and the ears, combining narrative, power, and fun in equal measure.
Copyright 2025  Joe Stroffolino & The Beating Edge

Lyrics:

These prophets who say the world's gonna end and they set a specific date
And then when it doesn't happen, their followers still think they're great
The sun rises the next morning and people stumble out of bed
Disappointed that the rapture didn't happen and they're still alive instead of dead

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

They claim they have a direct line to God but there was a glitch in the connection
But now they're certain of the expiration date so they issue a correction
The shepherd guides the flock and tries to keep them safe from harm
But how many times can you cry wolf before people ignore your alarm

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Who cares about the environment if you think the world is gonna end
And you're convinced the second coming is right around the bend
So drill baby drill and chop down all the plants and trees
No need to spend money on curing terrible disease

In every generation throughout history, people were certain that the rapture would come
And they had followers willing to believe them as they fed them each a tiny crumb
In baseball you only get three strikes and then the umpire says you're out
But when it comes to doomsday prophecies, the true believers have no doubt

All these people going through the motions, trying to deal with the daily grind
Hoping the rapture comes soon and they're not the ones who are left behind

Rapture

“Where a universe once stood, only a wound remains.”

The Center of the Collapse

Hello and thank you for dropping by.

Thank you very much to everyone who takes the time to listen, like and share my noises. I am extremely grateful. My apologies if I take a little while to respond to those that leave nice comments.

I like listening to music, making simple, tunes when I have time, and generally faffing about in an inefficient manner. Hopefully you might like something on offer here. 

I use a Hinkler Cigar Box guitar (about $30 from Aldi, great fun), a Flying V ukulele, a couple of old keyboards, other bits and bobs, and a Yamaha tenor saxophone.

No AI is used to generate sounds whilst journeying on these cacophonic adventures.

Chuck a uey

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