Impressions on Blade Runner 2099 (DUNE MIX)

SOFTPORTAL-Orgasmatron (Guitar Demo)

Fuzzy Wuzzy

Exploding!

You're Going To Lose That Girl

"Fake Empire" is a song by Brooklyn-based indie rock band The National from their fourth studio album, Boxer. The song was released in June 2008 as the album's third and final single.
Lyrically, "Fake Empire" is a commentary about a generation lost to disillusion and apathy. Vocalist Matt Berninger further explained to The Quietus that it is about "where you can't deal with the reality of what's really going on, so let's just pretend that the world's full of bluebirds and ice skating."            Wikipedia
Lyrics:
Stay out super late tonight
Picking apples, making pies
Put a little something in our lemonade
And take it with us
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire
Tiptoe through our shiny city
With our diamond slippers on
Do our gay ballet on ice
Bluebirds on our shoulders
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire
Turn the light out, say goodnight
No thinking for a little while
Let's not try to figure out everything at once
It's hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
We're half awake in a fake empire
We're half awake in a fake empire

Songwriters: Bryce David Dessner / Matthew Donald Berninger
Fake Empire lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The National – Fake Empire (Live in Rome) Lyrics

Genius 
Mastered Track; Distrokid Mixea




Image: cottonbro studio

Fake Empire-The National  (Cover)

THE PRINCE OF EGYPT by REGIS MINA 2025

72 bpm
pc say e minor
but 90% of all note d or d♯ and zero e
but piano need tune, been many decade
Photo by OC Gonzalez on Unsplash
no major chores today!!!!<3<3

Good Morning☀️☀️☀️☀️  rough  piano sketch with 2 metronomes 72 bpm

Si une chanteuse de jazz (autre qu'artificielle) veut s'approprier cette ballade jazz dont je suis l'auteur compositeur, cela serait avec plaisir !
Les arrangements ont été faits avec Band-in-a-Box sauf le saxo qui provient de Suno AI.

La Victoire de Samothrace
Est figée, bien à sa place
Mais elle a la tête ailleurs
Son esprit est migrateur
A quoi bon lui serviraient ses ailes 
Si elle ne pouvait se faire la belle

Lorsque, la nuit, un Apollon de pierre
L’invite à le rejoindre sur Cythère
Comment pourrait-elle rester de marbre
Alors, elle décolle dans les ténèbres

La Victoire de Samothrace,
Au matin, reprend sa place
Met en veille son petit coeur
Et attend les visiteurs
A quoi bon lui serviraient ses ailes 
Si elle ne pouvait se faire la belle

Fuzzy Wuzzy

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