The world is changing. But we still need time to find reflection
Drive to the city that just keeps on growing
Everything seems to change. While were just getting older
The worlds leaving me behind. Not looking over its shoulder
All this time you stayed here with me

It comes on slowly but it hits you hard
Don't let it win. Don't let it tear you apart

It Comes On Slowly

IMAGES (part 1-3)

Elevators and train stations make me so melancholic!!

Last Train

This song reflects a story in which we all surely find ourselves somewhere. Let the music speak.

CREDITS
Composing: Pascal Ayingol
Piano: Pascal Ayingol
Cello: Chelsea McGough
Gutars: Pascal Ayingol
Mixing: Pascal Ayingol

Reflections

Donna Bella

Peace

I’ve always aspired to the kind of song writing found on Kate and Anna McGarrigle’s debut album… I don’t think I get anywhere close, but here I was visualising ‘Harry Nilsson sings the McGarrigles’ as my inspiration…

weren’t we all supposed to find
a way out of here
and be in the clear
some day,
some way…?

weren’t we always meant to taste 
some bitter truth
become the living proof
somehow
some day?

we can 
sing this song from dusk till dawn
but you only know when it’s lost it’s gone ‘cos

you don’t know what the heart can feel
when everything you touch unreels…
you don’t know what the heart conceals
when to all the world it’s cut from steel…

Don’t know what you took me for
when you took me in
but you hooked me in
and reeled me
sealed me

couldn't see what you could make of me
with all this make believe
making me believe
there was something…
when there was nothing…

now that something’s hidden deep inside
in the deepest place a heart can hide… ‘cos

you don’t know what the heart can feel
when everything you touch unreels…
you don’t know what the heart conceals
when to all the world it’s cut from steel…

tried my best to make a new beginning 
but the wall’s so thin
and I keep looking in…
there’s no change,
it’s still strange…

time to stop all the taking stock,
turning back the clock,
make the ticking stop
but there’s no way
it’s just a new day

time to let the letting go
just overtake this whirl and flow ‘cos…

you don’t know what the heart can feel
when everything you touch unreels…
you don’t know what the heart conceals
when to all the world it’s cut from steel…

you don’t know what the heart can feel
when everything you touch unreels…
you don’t know what the heart conceals
when to all the world it’s cut from steel…

How A Heart Can Feel

A cinematic ambient journey that drifts between dark and light. Piano echoes create a dreamlike state, pulling the listener into a trance of awareness and focus.

This track is an AI cover based on the original track from Geert Van Damme. Edited and mastered by Geert Van Damme.

Hypnosis (AI Cover)

Nightingale is a cinematic and airy soundscape built on restraint and emotion. Like a lone bird singing into the night, the track moves gently through silence, shadow, and breath. Subtle textures, spacious atmospheres, and minimal movement create a sense of solitude and quiet strength. It’s a piece that doesn’t demand attention—it waits to be discovered, echoing softly in the dark.

Nightingale

"Story in the Rain is a moment suspended in time. Time stands still, and consciousness is carried away by piano notes whispering in the rain.
Nature soothes, the mind opens, and everyone rediscovers that sensitive part of themselves that is just waiting to be stirred..."

www.sambox-music.com

LIFE

Story in the rain

Some of my earliest memories...

When I was 3 and 4 and even maybe 5
I had an audience, they weren’t strictly “alive”,
But they filled my living room to hear me sing & jive.
I used to rock and bounce on the chesterfield,
While they clapped and hollered, even sometimes kneeled,
And I sang them tunes I knew, that Romper Room revealed.
One by one I added them to my crowd,
They were men and big boys, no girls allowed,
With handsome looks and charms they were well-endowed.
Superman, of course, who would fly right in,
And from Spin and Marty, my choice was Spin,
And the captain with the black sideburns from Rin Tin Tin.

There was the ditch-diggin' man from my Pookie book
With the big strong arms and the kindly look,
For sure not Peter Pan, but yes, Captain Hook!
Neighbour Bobby’s dad who I could see from afar
All shirtless as he hosed down his car,
And the Circus Boy who became a Monkee pop star.
TV’s Bob Cummings who was lots of fun,
There were all kinds of cowboys who would carry a gun,
Ricky Nelson would soon have hits at Number One.
There was Ricky Ricardo and Perry Como
Who never suspected I was a homo,
And neither did I, I just liked these guys.  

Instrumental 

TV’s Bob Cummings who was lots of fun,
There were all kinds of cowboys who would carry a gun,
Ricky Nelson would soon have hits at Number One.
There was Ricky Ricardo and Perry Como
Who never suspected I was a homo,
And neither did I, I just liked these guys. 

The sidekick trucker from Cannonball 
With the black leather jacket, he had it all,
When he stood up close to me, I felt so small! 
They were happy gigs, such a jamboree,
A doting gang that only I could see,
It was so much fun, for a kid of only three.
It was so much fun, for a kid, who was only three.

Private Audience

Hi I'm Pascal - Since my birth in the early 80s
I create / produce / and write passionate, sophisticated music for ardent listeners on multiple instruments and seek to enrapture through my passion for poetry and penchant for harmonious compositions that speak to one’s very soul.

Listeners say that my acoustic songwriter style and gravely strong voice, mixed with post-rock and soundscape elements make my music into a work of art, like bright colors splashed across a sonic canvas. 

I love the endless amount of creative potential contained within the sounds of music, and often find myself struck with inspiration.