threnody: a song of lamentation for the dead, an elegy

what’s up doc? just a few words before i go to sleep. i feel like i’m in a dream tonight. big bad ones you know, the kind you like. i guess i feel i can say anything, all my secrets. today’s number is… i feel like i’m in a dream tonight, and the funwork train is rolling. all aboard. here in LA beautiful blue skies, golden sunshine. i only have eyes for you. hot coffee and a cookie! i feel like i’m in a dream tonight. beautiful blues skies and golden sunshine all along the way. everyone have a great day. golden sunshine, muted sunshine, 55 degrees fahrenheit. whirl the number… today’s number is 8.

David Keith Lynch was born in Missoula Montana, January 20, 1946, died in Los Angeles, January 16, 2025. his favorite movie was the wizard of oz.

written & recorded by NG-Xp
VO by david lynch and laura palmer
assorted synths, manipulated sounds & vocals by guillaume
guitars, synths, drums and ambient recordings by naldo
saxophone & whale sounds by steve davy

video version on youtube: https://youtu.be/6JAlQMZQW-8

Threnody for David

Hey I did a mix of my friend @ipg1 cool rap back for more using the classic Eric B and Rackim  - Eric B for president ! https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/welcome-back-for-more-vox-93?in=ipg1/sets/vocals 
Enjoy!
Dx

WELCOME BACK FOR MORE **IPG1 & RICØ**

Ensoleillée By Zitou Itou & Albert Paule

Cool Retro Backing Track provided by Studio Jam Tracks ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KSG2zITNN4

Also: this lyric was inspired by the following link.  To learn more about the stoic woman go to==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDEcNSfhRdM&t=1221s
SHE
She doesn’t crave approval
She has no need of walls
Her gates are only open to
Those of likeness she calls
No longer wearing a mask
To indulge society
That’s the kind of woman
One day I long to be

CHORUS
She is unshakable
She is unbreakable
A menace to what this world calls femininity
She’s a self-contained light
A woman in her own right
Aligned with the universe in perpetuity

Her soul is non-negotiable 
She settles for no man
She doesn’t need permission
To take a moral stand
She walks through the fire
Of stoic pedigree
That’s the kind of woman
No man controls readily

CHORUS
She is unshakable
She is unbreakable
A menace to what this world calls femininity
She’s a self-contained light
A woman in her own right
Aligned with the universe in perpetuity, perpetuity

[Music w/ clapping]

She doesn’t want the pedestal  
She wants the partnership
Not looking to forge a man
Wants a man who’s got a grip
No longer bleeding inside
In her solitude she is free
Yeah, that’s the kind of woman
One day I vow to be

She is unshakable
She is unbreakable
A menace to what this world calls femininity
She’s a self-contained light
A woman in her own right
Aligned with the universe in perpetuity

BRIDGE
So, when you see her walking alone
You need not feel pity
She’s no longer waiting to be chosen
She owns the city –
She is dangerous
She no longer plays the game
She is dangerous
She’ll never be the same

She is unshakable
She is unbreakable
A menace to what this world calls femininity
She’s a self-contained light
A woman in her own right
Aligned with the universe in perpetuity, perpetuity, yeah

©️ 2025 Renee La Chapelle - All Rights Reserved

For my beautiful little granddaughter just over 2 months old.

Vocals - Ivy Rae
Guitar - Me

A Little Tune for Little Ivy Rae

Frolicking, 
In the dense aromatic Flelds of Summer,
Intoxicated by the air we breathe, 
and the gentle touch of playful jesters  
of catch me if you can, 
Through open fields of golden warmth, 
as we blissfully stumble into a bed of daisies 
drenched in the sweet taste of us.
Music and Poem by
Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions
July 2025

Fields of Summer

zur Sommerzeit

Morpheus.

I created this track to add to an AI video.  It's my first time of making music solely to be the soundtrack of the video I was working on.

Link: https://youtu.be/uDDpj0HpP4A

Music created using mainly Spitfire and Orchestral Tools instruments.
DAW: Reason 13

An Elderly Tale

Moonrise (Inst.)

With all that's going on, sometimes the heart just wants to flee to a place of innocence. Maybe we could meet there...

Morpheus.

Steve Coombes