Getting Forward

Song 1 from the upcoming EP "Trainee Clairvoyant", release date 3/10/25.

Check out the video (over 13,000 views on YouTube): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJIhn8-Xru8

Don't Leave Your Wife

Discover more about this track and its story by checking out the playlist.
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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Way up there, where the air thins,
your shadow still climbs the sky,
a lantern burning in the frost,
a name I can’t remember right.

I send words like kites into silence,
they tangle in branches of cloud.
You are a constellation unpronounced,
a map I was never allowed.

The ground is heavy with absence,
stones hum with your old refrain,
I tried to follow the trembling wires,
but the signal dissolved in rain.

Way up there, you’re drifting farther,
a song the horizon stole.
I am earthbound, stitched to soil,
pulling threads from a tattered soul.
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@olenkasergienko

Way Up There

An upbeat instrumental for guitar 

Guitar: Hanika Natural Doubletop - Cedar

Festival

Rainy Skies and Taxi Rides drifts through a quiet city afternoon, where raindrops blur the windows and memories linger in passing streets. With carnival lights glowing above and old songs echoing inside, Northern Sky captures the ache of unspoken words and the beauty of holding on just a little longer. A dreamy, heartfelt reflection on love, loss, and the moments that stay with us like a lullaby.

Rainy Skies and Taxi Rides

On a raté le dernier train

Reassimilation (This Fractured Life)

Verse 1
The lights are harsh, the ground feels strange,
After years away, everything's changed.
The faces familiar, yet out of place,
I search for belonging, a trace of grace.

Verse 2
The skyline hums a forgotten song,
I feel like I never belonged for long.
But whispers remind me, the roots still remain,
Beneath the concrete, beneath the pain.

Chorus
Reassimilation, finding my way,
Through cracks in the pavement, night into day.
Carrying shadows, but learning to stand,
I’m piecing together this fractured life with broken hands.

Verse 3
And if I falter, if I fall,
The city will answer, it knows it all.
Through loss and fracture, I’ve come to know,
The only way back is to let it show.

Chorus (Repeat)
Reassimilation, finding my way,
Through cracks in the pavement, night into day.
Carrying shadows, but learning to stand,
I’m piecing together this fractured life with broken hands.


Reassimilation (This Fractured Life)

She didn’t know, but she had her suspicions, she’d read that book before.
He made her promises, she made conditions, but she no longer kept score.
Things she learned over the years taught her to manage the tears.
Congratulations, low expectations have made you the winner again.

He shook so many hands, laid out his stellar plans, he’s gonna save the day.
If you elect me, you can expect to make all the bad go away.
Before they had finished the count he already had his hand out.
Congratulations, low expectations have made you the winner again.

Let’s hear it for the nice guys, you know, the ones finishing last.
A shout out for the nice guys, or are they a thing of the past?
Do you even know a nice guy? They’re disappearing fast.
Blink and you’ll miss ‘em, they’re gone, a vanishing breed.

He said he’d always be there for her, care for her, they fit like hand in glove.
If she would just give in, it’s really not a sin, he’d show her how much he loved.
Soon as she told him the news, he offered her his excuse.
Congratulations, low expectations have made you the winner again.

Let’s hear it for the nice guys, you know, the ones finishing last.
A shout out for the nice guys, or are they a thing of the past?
Do you even know a nice guy? They’re disappearing fast.
Blink and you’ll miss ‘em, they’re gone, a vanishing breed.

We live in a world where the losers are winners, and nice guys get shown to the door.
Nice guys, they say, finish last in the race, and you don’t hear from them anymore.

Let’s hear it for the nice guys, you know, the ones finishing last.
A shout out for the nice guys, or are they a thing of the past?
Do you even know a nice guy? They’re disappearing fast.
Blink and you’ll miss ‘em, they’re gone, a vanishing breed.

Nice Guys

Everything has always been here; perhaps it was only arranged differently.
Nothing has ever been lost, as in the moment it happened, it eternally shaped us.
"Otto Vite" (Eight Lives) delves into the mysterious permanence of love in the never-ending current of life. The Album seals frames of one's life story, in a mosaic built on metaphors, behaviours, memories, people, and gestures. The Record is structured in a way that each track films a discrete segment of life: describing an object, a person, or a feeling, and at the same time deepening a different connotation on the meaning of love, while remarking its foundation as the only permanent sublayer of an ever-changing world. The objective is to focus on the moment and its details, to understand that love is always before our eyes. And the rule is to mix things up, with the intention of putting them back together, in a configuration that makes us understand that we have always been. "Otto Vite" is an Album that, in some way, tributes the people who made me feel something, some kind of hope, a feeling of understanding, soft vibrations, those rare breathing moments in which our feet are grounded to earth, and we feel we are where we are meant to be.

Otto Vite

Il Fiore d'Argento

Rhymes from the heart (prod. muzcean)

I can feel the sun - standing here on this mountain tall.
I can feel the sun - and the sun just keeps on shinin’.
Just ask anyone, ask anyone at all.
They can only tell you what they know - the mountains

I can touch the sky, standing here on this mountaintop.
I can touch the sky, and the sky, it can touch me.
If you asked me why, the mountain will never stop,
I can only tell you what I know - the mountain belongs.

Belong just where they are, and they belong to you and me. The mountains are
Strong enough to hold the stars, and sing a song, they’re free.
The mountains are calling my name, I can hear it, hear it loud and clear.
Don’t let ‘em tell you the mountains are under control - the mountains belong.

I can hear the wind - blowing all of my cares away.
I can hear the wind - and the wind just keeps on blowin’.
Who knows where or when - the wind will stop anyway?
I can only tell you what I know - the mountain belong.

The Mountains

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Nice Guys

Scott Orr