ROCK8

This song gives its title to the whole album and is the result of a beautiful collaboration. I produced the track and played all the instruments, except for the drums, which were recorded by my great friend and accomplished drummer, Maver Mariani. The song features Mimi on vocals, who did an amazing job with her marvelous voice.
Enjoy.

Crystal Ball

Dear World
I don't sing to flatter you
nor to condemn
but to remind us both
that silence can be lethal

I walked your streets when they were emptied
doors shut tight
windows glowing
Your breath was helped by machines
your deaths became just numbers on a screen
And still
children chalked suns onto the pavement

Dear World
your veins are borders scratched in haste
lines that wound instead of guide
Some guard them with iron
others step across unarmed
carrying memories of those too fragile to survive

Truth fell in shards on the ground
Each fragment claimed to be the whole
I bent to gather them
and the cuts became my map

Dear World
your voices multiply into static
Machines shout louder than poets
each chamber tuned to a different lie
And yet
a neighbor hums at dusk
a violin spills from an open window
the first bird sings a song at dawn

Dear World
you fracture
you bind
You burn
you heal
The sun is rising
Yes, the sun is rising
with or without us

I have seen your cruelty
I have seen your grace
I will not choose between them
for both belong to you

Dear World
I sing again
not to finish
not to forgive
but to remain awake
while the light returns

Dear World

They say time heals all things
I say it mostly trips over its own feet

Met you again where the decades blur
You said, "Still late?" - I said, "Yes, sir!"
Your cufflinks winked like they knew my crime
We've both gone crooked but kept in rhyme

The jukebox wheezed out our favorite scene
All scratched-up vinyl and nicotine sheen
You took my hand like a borrowed line
And said, "One more round with Father Time?"

We're slow dancing with Time, he's drunk and polite
Keeps stepping too close, then fading from sight
The clock's out of tune, the seconds won't stay
But somehow your rhythm still knows my sway

Your tie's out of fashion, your grin's still gold
My shoes are wiser, my jokes got old
But listen - the silence still hums our name
A syncopation no hour can tame

You said, "We were wild", I said, "Define"
You laughed like a line that refused to align
If grace is a beat, then we missed it twice
But oh, what a beautiful mess imprecise

We're slow dancing with Time, in half-lit disguise
Trading our minutes for borrowed replies
No countdowns, no chimes, no grand design
Just one more spin in that crooked line

Tick, tick - he's a jealous bandmate
Turns every encore to a clean slate
But let the fool rewind the reel
We'll keep the outtakes he tried to steal

Maybe Time's just a tired MC
Spinning his stories, forgetting the key
We fill in the groove he drops too soon
And rhyme off-beat beneath a lazy moon

No vows, no clocks, no metaphors thin
Just rhythm - and maybe a little gin
He counts the measures, we count the lies
And still find truth where the silence sighs

We're slow dancing with Time, and stealing the lead
Twisting his tempo till hours concede
The band fades to black, the metronome's mine
Still holding your gaze - still slow dancing with Time

Careful now, don't rush the rhyme...
We're only as young as the next bad line

Slow Dancing with Time

Composer&lyricist, synths, melodica, vocals: Antoine G

This is a simple folk song, with a simple theme: an old woman waiting on the shore for her man - who will never come back

Lyrics:
In our home, I waited while you roamed the seas, 
Watched my hair turn silver as time moved like a breeze. 
Three times you returned, and four times you left, 
These sweet and bitter memories I cannot forget.

I stood by the shore and stared at the waves, 
Knowing each of them was a sailor's grave. 
And aching every time I saw a returning sail, 
Knowing that none of them belonged to my man.

And the years have passed and all beauty has passed, 
And I don’t have the courage for any other man
I’m just that crone on the shore that people pass  by, 
And  I’ve grown too wise for any other man.
(Interlude)

And the years have passed and all beauty has passed, 
And I could never love any other man
I’m just the crone on the shore and people pass me by
And in my heart, you’re still, still the only man.

And one day a wave will break at my feet
Carry me to the ocean, and there we will meet
Amongst the currents and the seaweed I will find my crown
I will be your queen again, in my love you will drown

Cover art: Jozef Israëls (1824–1911)  Fisherman's Wife at the Window

The Ballad of the Crone

A late-night ambient track with jazzy textures and a slow, smoky pulse.
Saxophones drift in and out like a club closing its doors at dawn.
From xoPa’s album Low Battery Dreams.

Low Battery Dreams

Midnight Club

Green Grant

This is a rough demo of a track about a ra ra skirt. Thank you for listening

RA RA

Sweet Midnight

Calm Receiver is a long-form instrumental suite by Sunday Duverreaux, built from acid-jazz pocket and indie-rock shimmer. Across four Acts and recurring motifs, the album moves like a symphony: it establishes a dependable pulse, gently increases motion, opens into spacious recovery, then returns with confident warmth and a long landing. Each track is structured for extended play and steady attention—gradual layer entries, frequent harmonic resolution, and a consistent rhythmic anchor—so the full program functions as a practical antidote to anxiety.

Warm Current

Guitar bass and keys by Robert Grigg
Robert's YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/@thegrigg *** Don't Forget to subscribe!

Any Day Now

It's a blessing to be able to create music and if someone enjoys my work, that's icing on the cake! All blessings come from God.

As a retired DOD Civil Service worker, I have time to record some. I have been recording at home sice around 1990 and some of my tracks are very old.  I‘ve had 50+ years in bands playing music of many types. I still play the club scene 3 to 4 times a month. Life is good!

I'm a Guitarist who likes to write, record and sing many styles of music. Please check out my tracks. I'm also enjoying the occasional collaborations.  Meeting some good friends on here and continuing to grow. Thank you for listening!


Es una bendición poder crear música y si alguien disfruta de mi trabajo, ¡eso es la guinda del pastel! Todas las bendiciones vienen de Dios. Como trabajador jubilado del Servicio Civil del Departamento de Defensa, tengo tiempo para registrar algunos. He estado grabando en casa durante unos 23 años y algunas de mis pistas son muy antiguas. He tenido más de 50 años en bandas tocando música de muchos tipos. Todavía juego en la escena del club de 3 a 4 veces al mes. ¡La vida es buena! Soy un guitarrista al que le gusta escribir, grabar y cantar muchos estilos de música. Por favor, echa un vistazo a mis pistas. También estoy disfrutando de las colaboraciones ocasionales. Conocer a algunos buenos amigos aquí y seguir creciendo. ¡Gracias por escuchar!

Sweet Midnight

Robert Grigg

Recent comments

CatRolution

RydaStyleEntertainment, LLC.

𝔻𝕒𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝔻 🇲🇶🇲🇶

Alain de Maximy

Related tracks