love song about stirring of my heart
Chorus:
Do I hear the stirring of my heart?
Can I sense what’s keeping us apart?
Will I know when love is at the door?
What redeems me from wanting more?
Verse 1
Distractions surround me, flooding my senses
Spurious chatter without rhyme or reason
Frivolous banter with shallow persuasions
Waves of meaningless words without emotions
Verse 2
The highway ahead is paved with good intentions
Naughty or noble, circle my threshold,
Painful intrusions deepen the mystery
Into what is revelation of meaning;
Instrumental break leading to chorus
Verse 3
Open the doorway to love and compassion
Find me a guide to transition the seasons
Meditate deeply on finding the reasons
Knowing the end will provide us an answer.

Stirring of my heart

A quiet chill jazz fusion atmosphere perhaps NuJazz with minimal percussion but a throbbing beat and electro, including one synth — a marimba sounding arp like a ticking clock — that I use in this  composition and a few new songs such as Hidden Room. Time Machine is the title track from my upcoming Time Machine EP. 
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With respect to H.G.Wells, I daresay that the brain, and more expansively, the mind is the best time machine of the cosmos. In fact, it created the idea of a time machine and discovered the physics that can someday engineer a time travel device. Time itself is a construct or an invention of the mind.

Our minds as time machines can instantly travel to the past — retrieving data about history and the physical world, and experiences from memory as if they happened today. Our minds can also zoom out to the future — conjuring a vision of how the world could look as a mental rehearsal, a daydream, a thought experiment, and a creative process for solving problems and making art. Or building time machines. 

We, humans, may be physically limited but our minds are not. And that gives me hope, even in the midst of chaos.
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An original composition, no AI, produced digitally using a MIDI keyboard and DAW.

76 bpm

DAW: Apple Logic Pro X
MIDI: Akai Professional keyboard

E-INSTRUMENTS:
Concert Grand 
Ambient Lead
Cinema Strings
Violas
Lunar Chords
Rain Harp
Robot Talk
Deep Round Synth Bass
Upright Ballad Bass

E-DRUM KITS:
Drum N' Bass Remix
Trance Remix

COVER ART: AI-generated images via the DaVinci app and composition of the final art using Photoshop
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Time Machine

Rob Olsson: vocals bass and lyrics 
Single Use: guitar

Lyrics:
Pull out my pistol 
Point it at the moon
Curse everything around me 
Curse the moon too

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Nothing I can change
Out of my reach
Eat the fabric my being
Turn me inside out

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Juices flowing ’tween my old tired bones
Feeling so much better

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Cool mountain air fills my lungs
Blood coursing through my veins
Sweat drops on my brow

Read about it in the paper
Don’t exist no more
Sun on my face, I feel it
So much better now

Care to make a wager
Lay some money down
Money where your mouth is
Lay that hard cash down

Curse At The Moon Too

ELON MUSK AND DONALD TRUMP
>
OH THIS COULD BE THE END OF ANOTHER BROMANCE
TRUMP SAYS MUSK, AND MUSK SAYS TRUMP,
DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DANCE
MAKES FOR A BIT OF A STALEMATE,
NEITHER ONE BACKING DOWN
(LET THE FIGHT BEGIN)
FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO WEAR THE CROWN
>
ELON MUSK AND DONALD TRUMP
THEY WENT
FROM WORST FRIENDS TO BEST FOES
BUT THAT’S THE WAY LOVE GOES
JUST WHEN THINGS ARE BEGINNING TO FLOW
THE AGRO BEGINS
>
AND THEY BOTH CHANGE SKINS
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE
THE MOOD TURNS GRIM
THICK AND FAST INSULTS
TAKE THE FORM OF ANARCHY
IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE
THE MOOD TURNS GRIM
>
ELON MUSK
THE NAME ALONE IS ALWAYS MET WITH LAUGHTER
>
EPSTEIN
>
EPSTEIN FILES
DONALD TRUMP'S NAME APPEARS IN EVERY CHAPTER
>
ELON
>
ELON MUSK
THOUGH FILTHY RICH SEEMS DESTINED FOR DISASTER
>
DONALD TRUMP
>
DONALD TRUMP AN INFANTILE CHUMP
FOREST GUMP HIS MENTOR
>
ELON TRUMP
>
ELON MUSK IS ABOUT TO GO BUST
SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT INVENTOR
>
DONALD MUSK
>
ELON MUSK IS ABOUT TO GO BUST
SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT INVENTOR
>
ELON MUSK AND DONALD TRUMP
BOTH EMPIRES SINKING FASTER

Bro or Foe

J'ai remixé ce titre sortie il y a 6 ans que je n'ai jamais publié sur Soundcloud. Il est inspiré de l'univers mythique de l'écrivain HP Lovecraft que tous les fans de fantastique doive connaître.
Dans cette mythologie, les Chiens de Tindalos, lorsqu'ils chassent, rejoignent notre univers en passant par les coins des pièces. Faites de beaux rêves :)

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Often in the night,
Alone in the dark,
I hear a bark
But there's nothing in sight

In the angles of time
I know they hide,
On another side,
Away from our mind

If you find this don't try to understand

If you ever meet
The Hounds of Tindalos
Insanity you may come across...
(Enough !)

I plastered the corners 
I masked the edges
Will these strategies
Stop the great elders ?
If you finally find this testimony,
Never ever try to learn more about me

In this quest for knowledge and truth, 
I tried to see through space and time until I get caught !
Theses creatures from ancient times do not allow such breach in space...
Since then they follow my trace

(Enough !)

If you ever meet
The Hounds of Tindalos
Insanity you may come across...
(Enough !)
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(Hommage à HP Lovecraft)
Souvent dans la nuit,
Seul dans l'obscurité,
J'entends un aboiement
Mais il n'y a rien en vue

Dans les angles du temps
Je sais qu'ils se cachent,
Sur une autre plan,
Loin de notre esprit

Si vous trouvez ceci, n'essayez pas de comprendre

Si jamais vous rencontrez
Les chiens de Tindalos
Vous risquez de tomber sur la folie...
(Assez !)

J'ai plâtré les coins 
J'ai masqué les bords
Ces stratégies
Arrêteront-elles les grands anciens ?
Si vous trouvez finalement ce témoignage,
N'essayez jamais d'en savoir plus sur moi

Dans cette quête de la connaissance et de la vérité, 
J'ai essayé de voir à travers l'espace et le temps jusqu'à ce que je me fasse attraper !
Ces créatures des temps anciens ne permettent pas une telle percée dans l'espace...
Depuis, elles suivent ma trace

(Assez !)

Si jamais vous rencontrez 
Les chiens de Tindalos
Vous risquez de tomber sur la folie...
(Assez !)

The Hounds of Tindalos

🍽⁂©All Rights Reserved 06-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer. Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR DINNER?
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LYRICS: 
(Verse 1)
You sit in silence the TV glows
I’m a stranger you don’t even know
Your words are walls that I can't climb
Love’s not built on borrowed time

(Chorus)
What do you want for dinner you ask
As if that’s the heart of every task
But my soul’s starving can’t you see
I need more than your recipe

(Verse 2)
Your eyes don’t meet mine they just drift
Every moment feels like a rift
I’ve given chances I've stayed too long
But silence can’t write our love song

(Chorus)
What do you want for dinner you say
As if that’s how we’ll end the day
But I need words that dig down deep
Not this surface where we barely speak

(Bridge)
I’ve built a castle on quicksand dreams
Held my breath to avoid the screams
But I can’t live on crumbs of care
When there’s no love left to share

[Chorus]
What do you want for dinner again
But this is where the chapter ends
I’m walking out to find my voice
This time I’m making my own choice
(Outro)
There's no reminiscing, no touching, no emotions, no connection. Everyday has become a dying in living. Love doesn't make you feel like toilet paper--A once used item now flushed with each tear. Can't wait any longer; There's no care.

This Time I Choose

What Do You Want For Dinner?

What Do You Want For Dinner

Pocket-tron

The Telscombe Cliffs Acoustic Club
We just roll down to the pub
It's in our local neighbourhood
The Telscombe Cliffs Acoustic Club

Paul is the ukelele man
Always turns up with a plan
With humorous ditties
From many a year
He makes us laugh, that's really clear

There's Geordie Paul
With many a song
Old folk tunes
That we can sing along
A picking style we can really groove
Where there's nothing to lose

Then there's Carol on her keys instrument
From memory can't remember what its called
It plays chords with keys on a board
All the latest tunes she does afford

Kev the organiser man
Playing songs as diverse as he can
From obscure folk to Paul Simon
Neil Young to the Detectorists man

An honourable mention to 
Russ, Ian, Suzie, Tom and Ryan
With influences from bluegrass to something wild
A rent a crowd that cheer us on, 
thanks indeed to Phil, Julie and Ron

The Telscombe Cliffs Acoustic Club
We just roll down to the pub
It's in our local neighbourhood
The Telscombe Cliffs Acoustic Club


444. telscombe cliffs acoustic club (harding).mp3

This is actually the third version of the song. I felt the original idea I’d roughed out with the keyboard and computer could be more interesting. So I reworked the whole track again (twice) adding several ‘hooks’. These were some vocal ‘stabs’, some keyboard/synth riffs as well as writing ( what I hope ) is a more interesting bass line. I beefed up the drum section too. I hope the fun I had creating it is reflected in the overall vibe of the track. Having said all this, the question is: did it actually work? 


Get Up

Good Vibe$

I just redid the mix and fixed the drums, and some of the more glaring vocal problems, and got that cool guitar lead to shine a little. It sounds a lot better now.
Please pardon my vocals, this is actually for a female artist. Not autobiographical, just a story. My apologies to Irma Thomas.

You were my angel, and i was under your spell
And you promised life would be a fairytale
But i was no more than your possession
And you put me through hell
Though you called it heaven

And everytime i tried to leave, you’d just wave your hand
And I’d come crawling back on my knees
I would pray you’d treat me better
When you’d smile at me so sad and so sweet

But something’s changed inside, I can see now who you are
and that sweet smile aint gonna get you very far!

Now who’s the one? Who’s down on their knees?
No need to beg, there’s nothing left that you can take from me
You don’t have any power here no more
Well you’ve lost your wings, and I know just what you’re here for
You are no angel, you are a devil, to the core
And you ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t come back inside, don’t put your bags down on the floor
You ain’t welcome here no more

You ain't welcome here no more

Tag: Political spiritual idealist/activist

My three spirit helpers: Polar bear-strength and persistence, golden eagle-vision and wisdom, and monarch butterfly-flexibility-adaptability-mobility, tenacity. together they assist me in staying focused, directed, and single-minded.
My musical history dates back 60 years as I learned classical piano for 3 years, then developed my ear by listening to pop and rock songs on the radio and learning them on piano. It's not till I was 17 that I began playing with others in bands for a few years and performed locally. 
I started composing and singing and recording my songs when I turned 50, my mother was dying, she had been a chorist for 30 years, and i wanted to show her that I could sing a lovely love song before she passed at the age of 80 in 2005. I sang « L’important c’est la rose » de Becaud.
I've composed 130 songs and have 120 on Soundcloud for monetizing and distribution. 
I am semi-retired massage therapist and am making more time to compose and record.
The sculptures which I. highlight in my song art are made by me from Alabaster.
J'ai crée cette page de ma musique et de mes chansons- J'invite vos commentaires et votre partage de ma musique et chansons. Merci pour votre passage.

Stirring of my heart

Roger Fontaine

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