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

Adelita

"Until We Meet Again," a soul-stirring composition by Xak Stahl, is a poignant exploration of love, loss, and the enduring power of human connection. This acoustic ballad, featuring delicate guitar work and emotive piano accompaniment, creates an intimate soundscape that perfectly complements Stahl's introspective lyrics and heartfelt vocal delivery.

The song weaves a tapestry of memories and emotions, capturing the bittersweet essence of farewell tinged with the hope of reunion. Stahl's vocals carry a raw vulnerability that resonates deeply, conveying both the pain of separation and the strength found in cherished memories.

Lyrically, "Until We Meet Again" paints vivid imagery of shared moments, from laughter and dreams to the comfort found in each other's presence. The chorus serves as a powerful affirmation of love's persistence beyond physical boundaries, offering solace to those experiencing loss.

The bridge introduces a spiritual element, suggesting a continued connection through nature and the cosmos, adding depth to the song's exploration of eternal bonds. The outro leaves listeners with a sense of peace and hope, reinforcing the idea that love transcends even death.

This track stands as a testament to Stahl's ability to craft deeply personal yet universally relatable narratives. "Until We Meet Again" is more than a song; it's a cathartic journey through grief, remembrance, and the unbreakable ties that bind us to those we love, even when separated by time and space.

Lyrics:

When the sun sets low
And you think of me
Remember the laughter
The love, the glee
The moments we shared
The dreams we chased
The joy in our hearts
The smiles on our face

Life's a journey
With its highs and lows
But in your hearts
My memory glows
Hold on to the good
Let the bad ones fade
In the warmth of love
Our bond is made

Hold on to the joy
Let go of the pain
In the light of our memories
Love will remain
Until we meet again
In the sky so blue
I'll be waiting there
Watching over you
We'll find each other
Where the sun never sets
In a place of peace
Where our hearts connect

When storms would come
You were my shield
In your embrace
My heart could heal
The whispered words
The laughter's light
Our bond grew strong
In darkest night

Life is fleeting
But love endures
In every heartbeat
It assures
Let not sorrow
Cloud your mind
For in your hearts
I’m intertwined

Hold on to the joy
Let go of the pain
In the light of our memories
Love will remain
Until we meet again
In the sky so blue
I'll be waiting there
Watching over you
We'll find each other
Where the sun never sets
In a place of peace
Where our hearts connect

If ever you feel 
Lost and alone
Look to the sky
You’re not on your own
My spirit's there
In the whispering breeze
In the rustling leaves
And the swaying trees

Remember me with joy
Not with tears
For in the afterlife
I’ll be near
Until we meet again
Hand in hand
In a realm of peace
In a promised land

Until We Meet Again

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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?

Until We Meet Again

XAK STAHL