I start the day mid-thought
something between a drumbeat and an accident
The room blinks awake
and the tools gossip about yesterday's miracles
One hums
One sulks
One lies
They're all wrong
and that's perfect

I stretch,
the floor creaks like it wants to join in
so I let it
That's the thing about work
it only looks like effort
from the outside
From within, it's gravity
sweet and unfair
I chase a stubborn shape 
around the table
it refuses sense
so I call it progress

Every failure has a pulse
if you listen right
I tap it, feed it
name it Tuesday

Laughter spills from nowhere
probably mine
and the walls pretend not to notice
They've seen me argue with shadows before

I tell them:
you wouldn't understand
this part's critical!

The air thickens
a rhythm forms without permission
I lose count of time
gain count of motion

Sweat, sawdust, syntax
whatever this is
it's singing

And when I stop
nothing stops
The room keeps going
the tools finish the joke
the silence applauds

I bow, wipe my hands
whisper to no one:
That was fun
can't wait to do it again!

Can't Wait

Johnny and Priya have gotten a daughter and they return to the modern present day world from another mirror, this time hanging on the bedroom wall of the bassist. He sings that it is better to forgive and forget some things than destroy life with regret and hate or grudging.

Mirror (Exit)

First of all..a big thank you to Hubert Stytz for all those years we struggled together going thru  the ups and downs of the crazy Musicbizz.. remembering both big time and disappointments ..
...Here is a highlight I' d like to share with the Community.
Better use Headphones!
https://youtu.be/VX3YcSspQU8?si=PRnoM3XpMYON0gbh
https://youtu.be/9Qp9gJsElNk?si=LTv5nqo0XoYFY38w
Hubert Stytz (g/voc)/Frank Fischer (b)/ Günther Reger(perc)

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IF ONLY I COULD
Music, all instruments, vocals ;  Hubert Stytz
Lyrics : Pee Gee
This  rough-demotrack is a very personal one... raw, heartfelt, direct... simply structured .. deeply emotional....better use Headphones !!  ...the last of my works  I can put up on the cloud featuring songwriter Hubert Stytz , my friend and collab partner for a long long time...thank you Hubert and all the fabulous musicians who supported us for many years !


If Only I Could

I wake up completely paralyzed
Wasted from an endless night
Dream pictures fading on my mind
I try to bury them deep inside

All my plans are build on sand
Almost leading me to a dead end
Sometimes you treat me like I´m not there
It hurts so much but you don´t care

If only I could...stop the cold inside of you..if only I could..stop the cold...
If I could fill your heart with love

IF ONLY I COULD....IF ONLY i COULD....
FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE !

.....Ohhh  hypnotized..
By a hot flirt with your eyes
Then you turn your back on me
Playing and teasing with your beauty

I want to walk you out in the morning dew
Lay down my loving thoughts for you
I cannot quit you...though I need a break
You put a spell on me  that I can´t escape

IF ONLY I COULD...IF ONLY i COULD...
FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE !

If only I could...stop the cold inside of you...if only I could..stop the cold........

IF ONLY i COULD...IF ONLY I COULD...IF ONLY i COULD...
FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE....la la la laaa..la la la laa la laa

la la la laaa ..IF ONLY I COULD..la la la laa la laa...

iF ONLY I COULD...la la la laaa...

If Only I Could  / Hubert Stytz / Pee Gee

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

🖤🤎💜💙💚💛🧡🌍🌎🌏😢💔ಥ_ಥ [X﹏X] ⁂©All Rights Reserved 11-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: WHERE'S THE LOVE GONE?
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
The sky's still blue but the hearts are gray
They build up walls just to block the day
Whispers turn to screams in a crowded room
What happened to kindness? Did it meet its doom?

(Chorus)
Where's the love gone where's the light
Who stole the stars from the endless night
Where's the love gone we used to share
Is it lost in the smoke or the heavy air

(Verse 2)
False smiles flash like neon signs
Selling truths that don't align
We point fingers but never mend
Is this the story where the world ends

(Pre-chorus)
Can we rewind can we repair
Is there hope hiding somewhere

(Chorus)
Where's the love gone where's the light
Who stole the stars from the endless night
Where's the love gone we used to share
Is it lost in the smoke or the heavy air

(Bridge)
Lines drawn deep like scars in sand
But tides of love could cleanse this land
If we dare to drop the sword
And sing one note in one accord

(Outro)
What future stands a chance when everyone holds a proverbial lance?

World Without Heart

Where's The Love Gone?

Hey, brother/sister—this track is personal.
Peace in a Bottle is about beating addiction, hurting someone you love, and fighting your way back to them.
If this hits your heart the way it hit mine when I wrote it, I’d appreciate your repost.
Thank you for giving it a listen.

Peace in a Bottle

A cinematic rock storm rising among silent stars.

A cinematic rock track blending electric guitar, orchestral power and sci-fi energy.
A storm of glowing clouds, lightning and starlight — where rock meets soundtrack drama.
Temple of the Silent Stars rises like a cosmic anthem, filled with tension, movement and celestial fire.

Temple of the Silent Stars

“Burns in Black” is a haunting, intimate ballad about being the hidden part of the fire—the wick that drinks the fuel, takes the heat, and disappears so everyone else can enjoy the light. 
Close-mic’d vocals, soft acoustic guitar, and a melancholic violin trace the quiet cost behind every warm glow: the part of you that stands in the hottest place, turns to carbon, and never gets remembered when the room feels safe again. It’s sacrificial, tender, and a little unsettling—a song for caretakers, protectors, and anyone who’s ever burned themselves down so others could shine.

Burns in Black

Cast of characters:

Gaz Brownie — @user-755327533 — Gaz — vocals, vocal harmonies, lyrics, and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four] -- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Warwick four-string fretless bass
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson custom T guitar
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ and piano
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez– mix, production, and mastering

This song began by Gaz composing it and on his acoustic guitar, and singing his original lyrics over it. Gaz is a brilliant songwriter, lyricist, and singer, with whom we've worked before. However, this is the first song he's shared with us. He gave it to Ken first, who started the project and invited the rest of us to it.
  Ken, who was the originator of the project, was actually the second person to lay down a part, which he did to Josh's bass, instead of the other way around, as they usually do it. Stephen then came in and replaced Gaz's acoustic guitar with his silky smooth electric guitar. JJ got down on his magical piano and organ parts not long after Stephen added his guitar. 
  This was a somewhat uncomplicated process, as Gaz gave us a fully realized song to work with right from the start. Tez sealed the deal with his expert production to cap it off, too.
  As mentioned, this is our second song starring Gaz, and we're very grateful to him for sharing his magic with us. We're all looking forward to working together again in the future, too. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
Original lyrics by Gaz Brownie:
V1
Im drawing the conclusion that 
Im just being polite 
And questioning myself is it me our are they right
I’m feeling a little angry hope it’s not out of spite 
Is just a reaction to this uncomfortable night 

Chorus 
When did the world stop listening 
When did the world stop listening 


V2
As we compete for space to try & speak
Everyone’s on journey on a bus to shit creek
With condescending story’s of their bad & awesome week
And I’m working on finding just a better style of technique 

Chorus 

V3
I avoid catching that struggle bus 
Don’t wanna be part of my problem and be misunderstood 
What are you looking at is there something you wanna discuss 
I push his   face up the window cause I’ve had enough 

Finish on a chorus

When Did The World Stop Listening (Eclectic Collective with Gaz Brownie)

Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/vKiLtzDInXs
We wrote this track trying to imagine what it feels like for people who once made music in a real, organic way, then discovered how easy it is to use AI to pump out songs and make fast profit.
Some of them even deny using AI vocals… even though the same two-to-four AI voice timbres show up across basically all AI-generated songs, not just in one profile. Anyone who listens a lot can recognize them instantly.
And the ironic part? Many musicians go under those tracks and write huge compliments about the “amazing vocals,” taking them at face value.
We’re not anti-AI. AI exists and it's here to stay.
We’re against the indiscriminate and unregulated use of AI that disrespects the work of people who actually make music.
This song isn’t a rant.
It’s satire. A snapshot. A reminder that creativity still matters… no matter what trend is taking over.
Peace, joy… and above all, ethical AI for everyone.😉

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on November 21, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Oh-oh, oh-oh...
She’s singin’ better than we are,
AI killed the human star.

We stayed up late, the room was loud,
cheap beer, bad takes, a faithful crowd.
Now every song’s a perfect clone,
she types the notes, I check my phone.

We used to bleed to make it shine,
now she does it in half the time.

AI killed the human star,
no pulse, no soul, just perfect art.
Plug her in, she steals my part,
and somehow makes it sound like heart.

I miss the cracks, the out-of-key,
the shaky hands, the “damn, that’s me.”
Now every chord is tight and clean,
like something built inside a dream.

She learns the pain, but not the sweat,
I play along, she wins the bet.

AI killed the human star,
she took my voice, she took my scars.
Now all my ghosts are on her drive,
she sings them back, too much alive.

We built her drunk on coffee grounds,
she took the throne, we lost the sound.
Now I’m just lines inside a file,
she smiles, and makes it worth a while.

AI killed the human star,
but damn, she makes it sound bizarre.
Maybe we’re the ones to blame,
for givin’ her our fire and name.

Oh-oh, oh-oh...
AI killed the human star.

She killed it good!
Yeah! Not for us!

Seguir viviendo sin tu amor (L.A.Spinetta)

Musician since 2003
Composed since 2010-11
First computer made compositions published 2018-19

Cubase,
Studio 1
Musescore
Guitar Pro 8 

guitar, piano

Mirror (Exit)

Pietro Sarrantino