John Denver released this tune in 1974 . Performed on my Yamaha PSR-SX900 arranger keyboard. 

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Name That Tune #448 by John Denver

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Too (Instrumental)

This anthem honors the living and the fallen — not just those on the battlefield, but every soul who stood up, spoke out, or simply survived with dignity.

Told in both Ukrainian and English, this piece blends emotional orchestral trap with healing frequencies, designed to uplift, remember, and connect.

A flame carried forward. A promise whispered into the smoke.

I am not from Ukraine. I wrote this as a gesture of respect and support. May this song carry the message: Героям Слава — you are not forgotten.



GLORY to the HEROES

A metaphorical rocker that compares life’s emotional highs and lows to a crashing wave. Bold, rhythmic, and uplifting, it’s a call to ride the chaos rather than resist it.

Lifes a Tsunami

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“Christmas in Your Eyes” is a warm and intimate Christmas ballad that captures the quiet magic found not in decorations or grand gestures, but in the presence of a loved one. With gentle imagery—candlelight, soft rooms, and the world fading into the background—the song celebrates a love that outshines all holiday sparkle. Its heartfelt verses and glowing chorus paint a picture of Christmas as something deeply personal: a feeling kept alive in someone’s gaze, a light that carries you through the longest nights, and a gift unwrapped every day. Romantic, tender, and timeless, this ballad is perfect for anyone who believes the true spirit of Christmas is found in love.

Here are the lyrics:

[Verse 1]
The candles are lit, but it’s your glow I see,
A quiet room, just you and me.
The world outside, it can wait for a while,
All I need tonight is your smile.

[Chorus]
Christmas in your eyes, shining so bright,
A love that warms the longest night.
No bells, no bows, no grand disguise,
Just the magic of Christmas in your eyes.

[Verse 2]
No need for a star, you’re the light I’ve found,
You lift me up when the year pulls me down.
The choir may sing, but your voice is my song,
With you, this is where I belong.

[Chorus]
Christmas in your eyes, shining so bright,
A love that warms the longest night.
No bells, no bows, no grand disguise,
Just the magic of Christmas in your eyes.

[Bridge]
No wreaths, no ribbons, no gilded display,
Your love is the gift I unwrap every day.
The world fades away, the moment is clear,
With you, it’s Christmas all year.

[Chorus]
Christmas in your eyes, shining so bright,
A love that warms the longest night.
No bells, no bows, no grand disguise,
Just the magic of Christmas in your eyes.

Christmas in Your eyes (Ballad)

Quarks

That feeling when you're sure the only way you'll advance is to do worse.

Lyrics:

What's your superpower
Hindsight
That's not going to help us
Yes, i see that now

In theory, there is no difference
between theory and practice,
but in practice there is.

Practicing utterances to exhaustion takes its toll
But failing upward is my laudable goal

I'd felt myself coming down with something viral
Making it harder to draw up full
Thanks for interrupting my little insecurity spiral
By showing me something awful

One useful tidbit of info
That will assist you on your journey today
Is that federal agents 
Are incapable of simulating
Regular taste in anime

They may be better 
Than the ones across the pond
But they aren't the best and brightest
By any appreciable measure
Their idea of a national treasure is
A hot skinny bottle blonde
In skimpy athleisure

I wasn't really at my best, you see
I had to steel myself 
For this ordeal mentally
But procrastination is a dish
That is best served eventually

She said as the light caught the glisten of her whip,
Everyone wants a little frisson in a relationship,
The marks will sting with a little peroxide buffering
Life isn't easy
But at least it's full of suffering

She proceeded to prate
It takes only one smart cow 
To open the latch of the gate
And I wondered if this was anecdotal
Judging just generally from how much she ate

She said i don't really mean to be a lout
Or any kind of major slouch
With a strange superstition
But a Psycho female acquaintance
Outwardly high maintenance 
Once hid a beige bra under my couch
I felt unsexy for weeks 
Until I moved the furniture 
And located the problem
This must be that intrasexual competition
I keep hearing about
What possesses these sort of freaks
She went on and listed some other crimes
And a day later her brother said 
The fuck is even mauve
And i said it's a decade in the before times

Let me tell you miss kinkybuns
Fate loves irony, but hates hypocrisy
The latest news in this our tottering democracy
Is apparently sacrifice 
On the altar of self-reliance
When the artificial meritocracy
Of Excel spreadsheets
Is propped up by men with guns
Protecting you from 
The natural meritocracy of extreme violence

My impatience had me about to scream
But let me tell you something, ace
She continued with a frown
Don't chase your dreams
Remember humans are persistence hunters
Follow your dreams at a sustainable pace
Until they get tired and lie down

I was reflecting 
As i was drinking
Not very good alcoholic swill
That my buddy lost his leg
Back at the battle of
Attraction to teenagers hill

I said before we kissed
Life is too short 
To waste time on grievance collecting
It's hardly what i would call self-respecting
If I got my knickers in a twist
Every time some retard 
Called some other retard a spaz
I'd be a retard myself
And certainly not accomplish much jazz

Failing Upward

🌿 Sanctuary entrance
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3w9MX1qnmCopmXkpwkyI4A?si=Jwahcr1RRv-OU_8mkuoqkA
“Motel of Delusions” — folk-rooted, dark-Americana influence, confessional
A roadside confession whispered somewhere between the neon hum of a forgotten highway and the quiet ache of an old wooden porch. A portrait of manipulation dressed in a warm voice and soft dust. At heart, it’s a reminder that the mirrors we fear most are usually the ones held closest.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

When I speak, I speak in colors,
tones that settle in your chest.
And you lean into my pauses
like a pilgrim chased by pest.

I can whisper gentle riddles
as if mercy shaped my tongue.
And I leave you searching meaning
like a dog that lost its bone.

While your mind is fighting fog,
money’s gone — your ego too,
in a motel of delusions
where your charm is marked past due.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far smarter than you.
I need no reason to prove.
I’m a beauty, I’m the center,
I’m the pulse you never grew.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

I prepare my truths to hunt you,
soft enough to keep you still.
And you drink them out of habit,
never knowing what I spill.

I unveil my quiet judgments
in a kindness shaped for art.
And you fold beneath the phrasing
as I drift your world apart.

When you beg for sense and meaning
while I check your credit card,
you can call your kids and tell them
Christmas comes outside the yard.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far smarter than you.
I need no reason to prove.
I’m a beauty, I’m the center,
I’m the pulse you never grew.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

If I crack, I call it midnight.
If you slip, I call it fate.
If a truth begins to surface
I can put it back in place.
With a tiny dress for evening
that will put your doubts to rest.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far sharper than your reasons.
I outthink what you construe.
I’m a beauty, I’m a kingdom,
I’m the shape you can’t undo.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

[Wild.Era Immersive Fidelity] 
Listen to me on this one:

Don’t be shocked,
not even angry.
Nothing’s changed
since tree of life.
A crown made out of nothing
will still rule the weaker mind.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far sharper than your reasons.
I outthink what you construe.
I’m a beauty, I’m a kingdom.
I’m the shape you can’t undo.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

Motel of Delusions

Little blues (John Mayer inspired)

Soulscapes

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



GLORY to the HEROES

Silk And Circuitry