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Over There - Guit 1

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

Pretending everything is just okay
Always a smile on my face
Walking right beside you all the way
You don't see my depressive days

Chorus:
Sometimes when you see me
It is not me you see
Sometimes when you hear me
It is not me you hear..

Says a lot of words that I don't mean
Gives a lot of signals you don't see
Decorates the inner me for you
Longing to be real, to show the truth

Chorus

Telling everyone that I am fine
Even if I'm feeling down
Push away the shadow inside me
I can cry when I'm alone

Chorus

There's no need to ask if I'm okay
I will just smile and say yes
But if you look closely, you will see
That my eyes would never lie..

Sometimes when you see me
It is not me you see
Sometimes when you hear me
It is not me you hear...

It Is Not Me

Just an unfinished project collecting dust that I decided to complete today and open up.

Rising Tide

میمون مست

Picnic in the Park  - Watch my video short! https://youtu.be/Z90D8qLSHjY?si=9lbkSdG-aeu_zr4H

A glorious day 
For a Picnic in the Park
Birds are chirping, 
Swans are swimming
Children laughing, 
The sun is grinning.
On a blanket of grass, 
We lay 
Side by side, 
Savoring each taste
Of food, drink, 
A kiss, 
On this lovely day.

Poem and Music by
Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions
March 22, 2025

Picnic in the Park

ancient names

Back To That Summer Place

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Cultural Identity Adaptation. Examines how personas vary across cultures, revealing identity's fluid yet persistent nature across diverse social environments. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung" - Chapter 4: The Persona.

MASKS of the WORLD

In New York's glass canyons
I wear ambition like a tailored Armani
My voice a razor-edged saxophone
Cutting through Manhattan's vertical dreams
Some nights, loneliness echoes between towers

Tokyo wraps me in layers of keigo
Each bow origami-precise, perfectly timed
In subway silence, I fold myself smaller
Until my Western edges disappear
Still, my laughter sometimes breaks protocol

Lagos embraces me in Ankara rhythms
Air thick with diesel dreams and palm oil
Here, even silence speaks in proverbs
While my tongue learns to dance between
English proper and pidgin truth

In Delhi's ancient-modern maze
I dissolve into family's warm ghee
Where "I" means "we" means centuries
Of aunties measuring love in chapati
Yet sometimes solitude calls like a copper temple bell

Melbourne catches me between hemispheres
Part London formal, part Pacific ease
Here, my persona sports board shorts and thongs
With theoretically infinite irony
While belonging slips through gum-tree shadows

In Māori marae, I learn to wait
My Western rush dissolved in ritual
Pōwhiri protocols reshape my edges
Until I know my place in the spiral
Though my bones still hold foreign rhythms

Each culture's mask fits differently
Some loose as silk, some tight as fate
All me, none me entirely, these faces
I gather at identity's bazaar
Each one teaching me how to be strange

Masks of the World

🎶 From Cassette Tapes to Creating My Own Sound 🎶

When I was a kid, music was more than background noise, it was my escape, my teacher, and my first real love. I’d sit with two cassette players, playing the Beatles on one and singing into the other, trying my best to match artists like Paul McCartney or Barbara Streisand’s range (sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much) 🤣. Homework could wait, lyrics in my wide rule notebooks couldn’t.

Life took me through winding roads, retail, hospitality, consulting, caregiving, but music never stopped calling. 45 years later, after many personal losses, and loosing one of my sons last year, I turned back to songwriting as therapy. Every song I create starts with raw lyrics, usually scribbled in one shot as I choreograph in my mind, then evolves into a fully produced track through hours of refining vocal coding,  instrumentation, and feel. I blend personal stories with AI driven music tools, letting technology and emotion work together to capture what I hear and see in my head and heart.

Now, I’m finally sharing it. Not perfect, not polished to death, just real. This is me, finally putting the music out there for you to hear.
Peace & Love ❤️ 


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