Interpretación y arreglos : Jesús Flores.


Producción y Mazterizacion: Arturo Guevara G.
The Noise Infection Studio

Adelita

"In-Between," written by Xak Stahl and soulfully performed by Zoé Le Fleur, is a poignant indie-folk ballad that delves into the complex emotional landscape of healing. This introspective track explores the liminal space between overcoming depression and anxiety and adjusting to a new, calmer reality.

Le Fleur's vocals carry a delicate vulnerability, perfectly capturing the song's bittersweet tone. Her nuanced delivery brings to life the conflicting emotions of relief and disorientation that come with newfound stability after emotional turmoil.

Musically, "In-Between" creates a soundscape that mirrors its lyrical content. Gentle acoustic guitar melodies intertwine with subtle, atmospheric elements, creating a sense of space that echoes the emotional "in-between" described in the lyrics. The arrangement maintains a delicate balance between melancholy and hope, mirroring the protagonist's journey.

The chorus serves as a powerful reflection on the complexities of healing, with its refrain of "feeling okay, yet not okay" resonating deeply with anyone who has navigated the aftermath of mental health struggles. The bridge offers a moment of self-awareness, acknowledging the possibility of personal change and the shifting dynamics of relationships post-recovery.

"In-Between" is more than just a song; it's a compassionate exploration of an often-overlooked aspect of the healing process. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt caught between two emotional states, offering a melodic validation of these complex feelings and a reminder that healing is a journey, not a destination.

Lyrics:

I woke up today, the sun on my face,
No shadows creeping in, no dark embrace.
But there's a hollowness, a quiet space,
Where once the storm would rage, now just an empty place.

I've climbed out of the abyss, found solid ground,
But in this newfound calm, something's missing, I've found.
My friends, they've stepped back, their worries now unfound,
Maybe they're facing their own battles, now that I'm not around.

In this in-between, where I'm neither high nor low,
I’m learning to live, in a world I barely know.
It’s a strange kind of peace, a calm yet hollow show,
Feeling okay, yet not okay, it's a feeling I can't outgrow.

The laughter feels distant, the silence too loud,
In this space of nothing, I’m lost in the crowd.
They say I'm better now, no longer under a cloud,
But in this quiet after, I miss the noise somehow.

I've healed from the pain, but there's an ache I can't define,
A sense of loss in this newfound peace of mind.
My friends are now distant, caught in their own line,
Their worries untangled, while I unravel mine.

In this in-between, where I'm neither high nor low,
I’m learning to live, in a world I barely know.
It’s a strange kind of peace, a calm yet hollow show,
Feeling okay, yet not okay, it's a feeling I can't outgrow.

Maybe they're finding their own way,
Now that I'm no longer in disarray.
Or maybe I’m the one who's changed,
In this calm, everything feels so strange.

In this in-between, where I'm neither high nor low,
I’m learning to live, in a world I barely know.
It’s a strange kind of peace, a calm yet hollow show,
Feeling okay, yet not okay, it's a feeling I can't outgrow.

I’m standing on this edge, of what’s real and what’s not,
In the calm after the storm, in this empty spot.
Finding my way, in this new, quiet plot,
Feeling okay, yet not okay, in this in-between I've got.

In-Between

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Oh,
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Ohhhhhhhhb
Don't you know?

The ones we idolize
The ones we adore
They're just people like us
And They're nothing more
Something about them
No one wants to admit
Yeah, They're just like us
And everybody has to shit

Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shiiiiiiiiiit

There's nothing wrong with it

When we see that hot model
With that perfect ass
Let us not forget
That she too must pass gas
Its not improper
And its not impolite
We all know a good fart
Will make us feel alright

And the rich ones
they do it too
Shit stains in underwear
It doesn't just happen
To you

It happens
To the privileged
Too

Am I being vile
Do you not want to hear
Even billionaires
Get diarrhea
Even the wealthy
Think they can squeak
Out a simple fart
But when it's something else
Do they fall apart?
Do they leave their messes
For someone else to clean?
Polish up that asshole
Layer it with Vaseline

Do the rich miss
When they piss
Leave a puddle on the floor
Leave it for the cleaning whore
Do they flush
Or let someone else
Do it for them
Yes, I wonder about these things
Mental mayhem

Rich people they Shit too
No matter what they say or do
They sit where the odor lingers
They wipe, and sometimes
Get shit on their fingers
Dont pretend it never
Happened to you
It happens to
Rich people too

When we see them
On awards shows
In the audience
Every body knows
Someone there is fasting
Somebody has gas
But let's ignore
All of that
And kiss their fucking ass
You won't see that behavior from me
Because I can see
What they are
Really.

Every living thing
Shits
Ain't no way of
Escaping it
And I didn't mention it
But it's something that matters
Is that everyone also
Carries with them filling bladders
So don't ever be amiss

The ones we idolize
Shit and piss.

Yes the ones we idolize
Shit

And

Piss



Our Heroes Do It Too

Without a doubt, my most meaningful performance was playing the piano for my mother at the end of her life. Over nine months, she fought an aggressive cancer that stole her speech, leaving us with a great struggle to communicate. At that point in time, music became our language. As I played her favorite songs during my visits, we would share memories woven into the melodies without saying a word. The music brought her peace and it was a balm for our hearts.

This story, however, isn't about sadness; it's about the profound power of music. While music may not solve every problem, it can offer comfort, lift spirits, relieve stress, and help us shift our focus on difficult days. The joy of music is felt by both the listener and the musician sharing their gift. It is the unique power of music that inspired this composition. While lyrics are not yet finished, the opening line defines the central theme: "Grey skies loom, and storms are on the way.  But for now, I think, I'm gonna sing myself a better day."*

To everyone who shares their music here, thank you! Your music truly makes a difference.
_____________________________________________________

*Excerpt from lyrics by Francess Harris. All rights reserved.

A Better Day

Roots Machine

Never Saw It Coming is an emotional pop/R&B song about unexpected heartbreak. The lyrics capture the shock of love ending suddenly, leaving only confusion and pain. With powerful and heartfelt vocals, the song blends vulnerability and intensity, portraying the struggle of facing loss that arrived without warning, shattering trust and hope.

Never Saw it coming

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Cover song tribute to THE KINKS recorded by ( Glenny G) Aug 2025

All Day And All Of The Night ( Cover ) The Kinks Tribute

Cards are flying in the smoky air
Shadows dancing but nobody cares
The table's hot
The stakes are cold
The stories whispered are as good as gold
[Prechorus] Eyes like daggers
Hearts on fire
Who’s the liar
Who’s the buyer
[Chorus] Aces high
Let 'em fly
All or nothing
Do or die
Aces high
Feel the rush
The room goes silent
Then the crush

Aces high .mp3

Insomnia sometimes brings out a song. Early morning musings.

Lyrics:

Ummmmmm
Sipping black tea
Staring at the full morning moon
Hanging in the dark.
It’s four a.m. 
been awake for hours (hours and hours)
Waiting. Watching. 
For The world to reappear
Sipping black tea
Under the morning moon (beautiful morning moon)

Stay with me now.
Early morning moon (hanging in the dark)
Stay with me now
Please. Please.
Stay with me now (please please)
Ummmmmmmm

I’ve been waiting for this chance
To start anew
But my addiction to you
Has held me tight 
In a dizzy limbo
Choking me of life
With no end in sight
Ummmmm
No end in sight

Early morning moon
Stay with me now
Please. Please.
Stay with me now
Ummmmmmmm

I’ve been waiting for this calm
For so long now
I’d given up hope
It would ever be found
But as you fade the world reappears
Tree by tree. branch by branch.
Out of the dark under the morning moon
Lights turn on as people awake 
Stay with me now. (Please please) 
Stay with me now

Ummmmm
I’ll take no drink
I’ll sip no wine
To pull me away from this divine
Give me strength as the world reappears
To hold firm in resolve
I’ll keep thy moon near

Early morning moon (hanging in the dark)
Stay with me now
Please. Please.
Stay with me now (please please)
Ummmmmmmm

early morning moon

The initial track: https://soundcloud.com/syntaleta/after-the-midnight

After Midnight/ Collab Syntaleta & Sar Araion

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

In-Between

XAK STAHL