Once In A Lifetime (Cover, The Talking Heads)

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Repetition In The Brain

Description
✨ Inspired by Laura Branigan’s “Self Control”, we created a whole new world—a story about a girl-bot who escapes into the neon city every night. From club to club, beat to beat, she searches for love… but always ends up alone, lost in a loop of longing and flashing lights.

🎶 This track took us into new territory—jumpstyle beats, glitchy synths, pounding rhythm, and a voice echoing through the shadows.

🌀 Definitely something different this time… and we hope you feel it too.

Thank you for being here with us—we love you and always will!
See you again soon 💜


CTRL / Heart

THERAPY by NOVA J

Tell me how you hurt…
Tell me of your pain…

Tell me how you hurt
Tell me of your pain
Tell me for an hour, and
Next time tell me again

(and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.)

and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.

Just talk. Just talk. Just talk to me.
Cry again. Lie again. Try again—please.

Do you wanna go to therapy?
Or just spiral endlessly?
Do you wanna go to therapy?
Or just keep on telling me?

Tell me how you hurt
Tell me why you cry
Tell me every detail,
Then replay and rewind.

(and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind.)

(and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind.)

Do you wanna do the therapy?
Or keep unraveling with me?
Do you wanna heal through therapy?
Sometimes I wonder—who is saving me?

Just talk. Just talk. Just talk to me
Cry again. Lie again. Try again. 

(and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.)

(and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.)

THERAPY

The song One More Time is about longing to rekindle a past love. With heartfelt lyrics and a nostalgic tone, it expresses a desire to reconnect and not give up. The chorus emphasizes hope and togetherness, creating an emotional yet uplifting message about giving love another chance.

One more time

IT_$ YOU

It seems that each season has its own "perfume of mystery".  In a typical Texas panhandle spring, it is Lilac and Russian Olive that perfume the air.  In the deep South, Magnolias are hypnotically fragrant.  In summer it is the fresh, petrichor air after a rainstorm, or a newly-mown field of hay.  In the fall there is a pungency of fallen leaves as they are raked into piles, and as the days grow cooler, smoke from a fireplace during an evening walk. It is an odor that grows stronger and crisper as winter sets in and the sweet scent of pine with the setting up of Christmas trees.  Dan wanted to capture this "perfume of mystery" with his unique composing and keyboard skills and invited me to come along. Thank you my friend for inviting me.  Hear more of Dan's beautiful and unique "French Fantasy" music @dan-t-3.

Like A Perfume Of Mystery (DAN-DT; composer, keyboards, David; guitars)

My Lyrics
AI Melody
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Going through the motions.
Barely aware of the world.
Can't even brave a thought.

I am lost without myself. 
Myself.
Plodding along course not my own.
Built from remnants and cast adrift.
A derelict of a life not lived

The years all melt into one.
Gone are the beginnings and endings.
Somewhere in there I existed.
 
Lost my soul before I was born.
A bargain I never had to make.
Just the shell of a person, 
Hollowed skin made of paper,
No energy to punch my way

I am lost without my heart.
My heart.
Plodding a course not of my own.
Built from remnants and thrown adrift
A derelict of a love not lived.
 
I am lost without myself.
Myself.

Lost Without Myself

My first attempt at a pop song! I like the one word titles. Otherwise I would have called it "Night at the Museum" ...blegh...

Lyrics:

You entered through the velvet line,
Ignoring every posted sign.
The hush inside was not your cue—
But you moved closer, just to view.

You reached beyond the golden bar,
Your hand too fast, your eyes too far.
You touched the thing I never loan—
A relic sealed in skin and bone.

What did your mother teach you?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

No.You heard it. No. You blurred it. No.
But still you lingered slow!
No!

You read the plaques but not the lines,
The space between, the warning signs.
You thought my silence meant invite,
Mistook the lighting for the right.

You walked through halls I did not show,
Pressed past the “Do Not Touch” below.
You cracked the glass, and still believed
It shattered only when I screamed.


No.You stepped in. No. I kept in. No.
I am not your come and go!
No.

This is my archive, not your maze.
Not for hunger. Not for praise.
Not for comfort. Not for test.
You were never a welcome guest.

I polish shards and place them new,
Behind a case you can't get through.
The guards are me. The locks are mine.
This gallery no longer shines.

But it endures.
And I curate.
The nameplate reads:
Do Not Translate.

No. You took it. No. You broke it. No.
But still I rise and show!
No.

Your bars are rust. Your bed is steel.
No mirrors now to fake what’s real. 
You eat in silence. Shit in rows.
The lights stay on. The warden knows. 

They stripped your name. You’re just a code.
You rot. 
I breathe.
You don’t.

No!

she's got an easy smile
she's got an easy way
a sadness, gentle and kind
like an old familiar friend

like water

she's a great companion
always there by your side
she's got an old soul
the kind you like to know

like water

hmm, and you want her
like water

she will pick you up
when you're feeling down
and she understands
when you're not around

Once In A Lifetime (Cover, The Talking Heads)

Sarah Walker