Name: Sunday Morning by The Monogatari Music Project
Duration: 2 min 23 s
Description: A simple reflexive melody, inspired by a bright October Sunday morning.

These are bonus tracks: remixes of old songs of mine

Trance (Electro)

The focus instrument is a nylon-string acoustic guitar, captured with a clear, intimate microphone placement that emphasizes the natural resonance and string articulation, The performance features arpeggiated chords and melodic lines, with a consistent fingerstyle technique, The piece maintains a melancholic and uplifting, reflective mood throughout, Add resonant atmosphere, Add a soft bass background and rythmics

Autumn's Thread

Fluff

A solo piano piece in a classical or new age style, featuring a slow tempo and a melancholic mood, The piano plays a gentle, flowing melody with arpeggiated chords in the left hand providing a harmonic foundation, The dynamics are soft throughout, creating a peaceful and reflective atmosphere, The piece is primarily diatonic, with a clear sense of tonality. 

Awakening

Awakening (Reprise)

A solo piano piece backed up with soft pads and orchestra, in a melancholic, uplifting, and reflective style. The tempo is slow, creating a contemplative mood. The piece is in a minor key, contributing to its somber character.

Improvviso

A simple reflexive melody, inspired by a bright October Sunday morning.

Sunday Morning

(Verse 1)
I used to chase the wild and blind,
A heart untamed, a restless mind.
“Follow where your feelings go,”
A foolish path I learned too slow.
They came with words like sacred truth,
False teachers cloaked in hollow youth.
Their idols broke, their visions cracked,
Left me wiser, but never cracked.
(Chorus)
Don’t lead me where the heart would stray,
I’ve learned the price of blind dismay.
Give me the truth, a steady hand,
On roads where only reason stands.
(Verse 2)
Promises wrapped in silver lies,
I saw through all their thin disguise.
The road I walked was mine to claim,
With reason, not a flickering flame.
Now I walk with eyes unclouded,
Reason’s light my road unfolded.
No more whispers of naive dreams,
Just sober steps and clearer beams.
(Chorus)
Don’t lead me where the heart would stray,
I’ve learned the price of blind dismay.
Give me the truth, a steady hand,
On roads where only reason stands.
(Bridge)
The heart’s soft call can deceive,
It’s sense and thought that teach and weave.
The truest guide, the clearest sign,
Is reason’s voice — steady, fine.
(Chorus)
Don’t lead me where the heart would stray,
I’ve learned the price of blind dismay.
Give me the truth, a steady hand,
On roads where only reason stands.


Road of Reason

Ride the hills
Sunlight filters broken gold
Leaves drift, slow and bright
Life turning, turning—letting go

Breathe the hush
Shadows stretch and whisper
Pedals spin the silence
Heart and earth in fragile tether

(Chorus)
Let the world fall away
Let the thoughts find their place
Here where autumn holds the day
Soul uncluttered, mind at grace

Climb the curve
Clouds above—quiet, white
Choice and longing weighed like fruit
Old regrets, almost light

(Chorus)
Let the world fall away
Let the thoughts find their place
Here where autumn holds the day
Soul uncluttered, mind at grace

(Bridge)
Path unwinds
Questions spoken in the wind
Seneca’s voice within—
“Live now, accept what must begin”

(Chorus)
Let the world fall away
Let the thoughts find their place
Here where autumn holds the day
Soul uncluttered, mind at grace

(Outro)
Hands to sky
Sun slips behind the trees
I ride on, more awake
In the golden peace I breathe


Ride the Hills

[Verse 1]
Hills hold me close...
Silent in their grace...
Road unwinds slow,
A snake beneath the sun’s glow...
No rush inside...
Engine hums the quiet night...
Windows down, breathe in —
Earth and morning dew...

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I drive slow...
Feel every mile I go...
In this bubble now —
Finding peace somehow...

[Verse 2]
Trees dance in wind...
Shadows twist and bend...
Villages whisper names,
Stone walls in the afternoon rain...
Each curve a secret told,
Each climb a story unfolds...
A chapel bell rings clear,
Pointing skies so near...

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I drive slow...
Feel every mile I go...
In this bubble now —
Finding peace somehow...

[Bridge]
Inside me roads unknown,
Hidden paths alone...
This ride’s more than it seems,
The start of all my dreams...

[Outro]
Slow drive, fading light,
Journey’s just begun tonight...

Slow Drive

Now, I wouldn't claim to possess any remarkable musical gifts, save for a decent ear and a rather handy knack for picking things up. My musical education is nothing to write home about either – just the standard school curriculum, you see, plus a handful of piano lessons with a jazz fellow from Parma.

All the same, I've always had a soft spot for music, the whole kit and caboodle, and I can usually find something to appreciate, some spark of talent, in most genres (though I draw the line at trap, which, by its very definition, seems to thrive on a distinct lack of it).

I have a bit of a tinker on the piano, my guitar playing is frankly atrocious, and I can coax some vaguely agreeable sounds out of a saxophone. But now and then, if the mood takes me, particularly when faced with those black and white keys, something – a little idea, perhaps – manages to surface.

Of course, there's a world of difference between that and producing a proper tune, which demands proper talent, technique, instruments, know-how, and, crucially, a jolly good amount of time (technical note, mind you: synthesisers, digital instruments, sampling, and loopers are now part and parcel of the 'traditional method').

Perhaps one of my few genuine talents lies in a comfortable familiarity with all things technological, meaning I can generally get technology to do precisely what I jolly well want it to.

Nowadays, there are some truly astonishing tools about, based on this so-called GenAI and these 'AI agents' which, to put it simply, in a great many applications, take on (rather effectively, I might add) all the tedious, manual labour involved in proofreading a text, or generating a video, or producing music.

An artificial intelligence, whether used to create or to pilot sophisticated instruments, does our bidding if you feed it the right ideas, the right starting material, and the right questions (in other words: if you establish the correct context and the desired outcome).

My Monogatari project is intended to be a bit of a social experiment, really. Aside from finally bringing some long-held ideas of mine to fruition in a reasonable timeframe, I'm keen to understand the genuine impact of this technology on a distinctly creative and artistic field.

That is to say: is artificial intelligence merely a substitute, or is it simply an exceptionally advanced expressive tool?

The streaming platforms will deliver the verdict, I suppose.

Sunday Morning

The Monogatari Music Project

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