dreamy love song, fantasy of love so to speak theme

Dreamofmylife

This is the second version of this piano improv. I asked Sophie, my 13 yr old student to add to the music a cello part the way she felt it. She has good instincts for someone so young. She has played several other pieces of music in the past 3 years that you can easily find gong down my list of tracks. she listened once to the original music and then added the cello.  I was pleased with what she played because she was able to feel where the music was going.

Insomnia (Collab With Sophie)Version 2

U-Tuesday Gig

Tempting September

downtown

Everyone's Doing It

Part of the collaborative Mixtape album: Free Hands In A Blender
soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel/sets/free-hands-in-a-blender
FREE FOR DOWNLOAD

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Mahan Mahan
https://soundcloud.com/mahan-mahan

Vocals/Lyrics: Written and performed by: The Mysterious Decibel

Vocals mastered by: Mark McClellan

Lyrics:

All grows dim, time is winding down
My cheeks stay hovered over a puddle of brown
The voices outside of this cramped little box
These choices i've made to breed these cramped up blocks

The shit bubbles burst and trap all the flies
A concoction so twisted, Only someone like Bill Nye
Can decipher all these lies
Can scythe all of these cries
as this pit of stench boils in the middle of July

Out there the souls, eager for pressure to burst
Through their minds like a submarine tank submersed
Parades gather in the grass for the show to start
While these waves slowly rip my brain apart

A wetness caresses my hang lo mein
This water is rising am I going insane?
It tickles my demons but it feels so ripe
There's always a bit of shit at the end of the pipe!

I'm in a fecal position where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
Where the turds capsize
In a fetal position where my sanity dies
This suddenly doesn't seem so real anymore
As the septic tank thickens with the sludge of war
The slimy hand of stench, Pulls me right down
In a puddle of madness, many shades of brown
NO NO NO NO NOOO!
Get a little taste of the waste in the swamp!

The Mysterious Decibel X Mahan Mahan - A Septic Journey (FREE DOWNLOAD)

This round I'm covering a Japanese pop song.
The problem is, I don't know Japanese but I really like the music.
The original was performed by veteran singer-songwriter Hideaki Tokunaga.  
I kind of shifted a little bit towards country pop in my arrangement and added an outro sax for completeness.  Just see what you think.

Apology to my Japanese friends for my probable weird pronunciation.

[CREDITS]
Composition : Hideaki Tokunaga
Vocals & Programming :   Michael C. Lynn
Fiddle : Wanda Vick @Band_in_a_Box
Tenor Sax :  Tom Keenlyside @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS per Google Translation]
For you
I do not mind staying in my memories
For you
Transparently, I love you

Easy eyes are created
I keep silent in that sky
Even if you do not miss a mystery love
Now I can not find a night here

For you 
I'm looking at a dream I have never seen before.
For you
Close your eyes, I love you

As the moment of two people runs out 
the troublesome thing to wear on your body
I can show you through

A desperate thought has risen up in that
All goes on to love as it is

For you
I do not mind having even my memories
For you
Transparently, I love you

[ORIGINAL LYRICS]
あなたのために hu hu
想い出さえも 舍てて かまわない
あなたのために huhu
透きとおって I love you

やさしい目が 创りだす
その空气に 默り迂む
ミステリーな恋  愉しんでも
探せない夜が いま ここに  

あなたのために huhu
见たことのない 梦を见つめてる 
あなたのために
目を闭じて I Love You

二人になる瞬间へ
走りだして 行くために
身に振りかかる わずらわしさ 
突き拔けてみせる いつ だって 

沸き起こる とりとめない想い
すべて 爱しさへ つづく

あなたのために ya ha
想い出さえも 舍てて かまわない
あなたのために ya ha
透きとおって I Love You

For You  (Anata no Tameni)  Cover

moon light  9.19.25

Solo Piano.  Created in Real-Time at the Midwest Music Conservatory, St. Louis MO.

Photo by Richard Carr.

Year of Music: October 5, 2025

An awakening in silence, where creation takes its first breath and dissolves into infinite movement. Each pulse carries the memory of its origin, resonating through layers of shadow and radiance. What begins as stillness becomes expansion: an infinite return to the beginning, where everything is reborn.

Phantom Aurora

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought! 

Insomnia (Collab With Sophie)Version 2

Sonni Quick