This song is about navigating disappointment and heartbreak and finding perspective in the midst of pain. I explore themes of unrequited love, disillusionment, and self-awareness, with a touch of sarcasm and irreverence. Through the lyrics, I convey the complexity of emotions and the struggle to make sense of difficult experiences. This song is just a reflection of creative expression, and I hope it resonates with listeners who have faced similar challenges.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Call me when you get this message
I'd like to hear your voice
Text me that you're thankful for me
Already know your choice 

[Verse 2]
My friend karmas telling me things are gonna turn around
Said so confidently as my face hit the ground
How can you lose what you never had? 

[Chorus]
Get off my high horse climbing out this dumpster
Do I always hold my nose?
A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet
Smells like ass 

[Bridge]
Perspective
Perspective 
like a loupe analyzing all the pain 
in this vine ripe cherry life
Oh, how delicious 

[Verse 3]
Run home tell my daughter
I almost had another 

[Outro]
She won't give up riding no matter how many falls from the horse
Graceful dismounts she calls them
Doesn't cry much more now
Now that's perspective
Perspective
Perspective



How Can You Lose What You Never Had

This song is a reflection on the darker aspects of our world, where beauty is often masked by pain and fear. The lyrics paint a picture of a fragile reality, where lies and illusions are used to hide the truth. The music is a fusion of haunting melodies and driving rhythms, creating a sense of tension and urgency. The song's themes of disillusionment and the struggle for truth are woven throughout the lyrics, with a sense of desperation and frustration. The music is a call to wake up to the reality of our world and to fight against the forces that seek to control and manipulate us.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Woke up to whispers the sky turned black
Shadows creeping ribcage cracks
A fragile world glazed gold in fear
All the beauty masked in tears 

[Verse 2]
Fire burns the edges yet the center’s cold
The lies they tell are worn and old
Perfect smiles cloaked in pain
Dancing circles in the acid rain 

[Chorus]
This is the glory the life we prayed
Bound to dreams in shrouds decayed
Eden’s illusion lights our cries
A throne of ashes under painted skies 

[Bridge]
Pulse of thunder drums in my veins
A piano wails screams through chains
Glitching stars their voices scream
Through the void of a broken dream 

[Verse 3]
Hands entwined in labyrinth maze
Chaos tangling love and haze
Tidal waves crash walls of peace
Siren songs calling won’t release 

[Chorus]
This is the glory the life we claimed
A fleeting lie a cursed parade
Eden’s demise carved in our eyes
But still I fight as the world denies


A Throne of Ashes

Autumn Days

"Cracks in the Glass" is a raw hip-hop story detailing a friendship torn apart by propaganda. This track powerfully illustrates how easily minds can be twisted by external narratives, but also the transformative journey of awakening – how once those toxic influences are shed, a new perspective can emerge. It's an emotional testament to facing hard truths and the enduring hope for clarity.

Cracks in the Glass

[chorus]
No, this isn’t what I wanted,
Isn’t what I wanted no no,
A sky of falling stars,
No heros in the wars,
This isn’t what I wanted at all

[verse]
You know what I mean?
No more hero’s any more?
Buffy was just fiction,
Wheadon is the vampire.


JK isn’t funny,
Would kill every tranny,
She wasn’t even Harry,
She is Voldemort 

And don’t even talk of Gaiman,
He sure is no Sandman,
No child or baby sitter,
Should sleep if he’s around.

[chorus]
No, this isn’t what I wanted,
Isn’t what I wanted no no,
A sky of falling stars,
No heros in the wars,
This isn’t what I wanted at all

[bridge]
Yes, I know my fact from fiction,
My reality from diction
It is just I wanted something, more,
Than a squalid little life,
Be just a husband or a wife,
Be inspired, nothing more!

[verse]
So, No gurus, gods or preachers,
They just turn into… creatures,
My mirror shows my features,
Not a magic door,

And my wardrobe has no lions,
My rings have no magic,
But my thoughts are still my own.
I will make the real world better,
Just be a merry jester,
No more Narnia business,
No more Dumbledore.

No more Narnia business,
No more Dumbledore.

This Isn't What I Wanted

“It’s Sad When You Realize” unravels hidden truths beneath the surface, weaving dark, reflective verses over a haunting, simmering groove. Poetic imagery of secret fires and icy waters underscores the stark moment of clarity when illusions fall away and the world’s pretenses are exposed. Anchored by the striking metaphor of the emperor with no clothes, this track captures the sting of disillusionment and the loneliness of seeing what others refuse to see.

Tags: indie pop, alternative, electronic, dark pop, introspective, moody, poetic, truth, disillusionment, metaphor, haunting, atmospheric

It's sad when you realize (remix)

disillusionment

Be a light
In a world dimmed by heartbreak, rain-soaked mornings, and fading promises, Be a Light is a torch song for the soul. Three Photons returns with a raw, analog-driven anthem that blends indie rock melancholy with cinematic warmth and blues grit.

Lyrically, it’s a journey through loss, longing, and political disillusionment—until the final line flips the script: “Sometimes in your life you need to be the light…” It’s not just a lyric—it’s a call to action.




Written and Recorded by TJG August 2025
A paired down recording – a few sparse tracks and just a few takes….hope you enjoy the vibe. 

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Technical Details:
Rhythm Guitar: Gibson ES 175
Lead Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Guitar Amplifier: Fender George Benson Hot Rod Deluxe on Rhythm; VOX AC15 on lead guitar
Fender pedal board: Line 6 delay

Mics: a pair of Royer r10 ribbons on guitars
Mic: AEA R44 vocals
Mic preamps: API 312
Spatial effects: analog spring reverb
Mixer: API 32 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape.
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Be a light

Why won’t the sun shine down on me?
Why won’t the sun shine down on me?

Wake up in the morning and it’s dark as night
Wake up in the evening and its just rain, rain, rain, 
Rain, rain, rain, Rain on me!

Why won’t my luv be good to me?
Why won’t my luv be good to me?
Why won’t my luv be good to me?

Wake up in the morning and her bags are gone
Wake up in the evening, it’s just a sad sad sad song, 
sad sad song, that’s in my head!

Why won’t the Prez be good to me?
Why won’t the Prez be good to me?
Wake up in the morning and my neighbor’s gone
All I can think, in my mind, is Alcatraz 
It’s in my mind

He’s so far gone, He’s so far gone!!!

Why won’t the sun shine down on me?
Why won’t the sun shine down on me?
Why won’t the sun shine down on me?

Sometimes in your life you need to be the light…….

Be a light

Lovely backing track provided by Jam'in Backing Tracks ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9-jgJJvArI
GIVING UP ON AMERICA
[Intro]
And it’s a sad day
When you can’t find a way
For making both ends meet
Yeah, it’s a sad day
Across the USA
Shattered hearts admitting defeat

[Chorus]
Giving up on America
People are giving up on America
Lookin’ to Mexico, any place but here to go
People are giving up on America

[Verse 1]
The American Dream
A Capitalist scheme
Can’t afford the cheapest rent
Now, you’re livin’ in your car
No catchin’ a fallin’ star
On Tik Tok the downtrodden vent:

[Chorus]
Giving up on America
People are giving up on America
Lookin’ to Mexico, any place but here to go
People are giving up on America

[Verse 2]
Stretchin’ your meals
Can’t find no good deals
No shirt to give off your back
So many sad faces
In so many sad places
Fallen down the cold-blooded cracks

[Music]

[Verse 3]
Tearing down D.C. tents
By order of the government
Military-police combin’ the streets
Your life has been stolen
By the so-called chosen
As they snugly sleep in silk sheets, oh

[Chorus]
Giving up on America
People are giving up on America
Lookin’ to Mexico, any place but here to go
People are giving up on America

[Verse 4]
One paycheck away
You can’t enjoy Sunday
Like dogs being kept down
You’re doin’ your best
Prayin’ to God you’re not next
‘Cuz there’s no help anywhere around, no

[Chorus]
Giving up on America
People are giving up on America
Lookin’ to Mexico, any place but here to go
People are giving up on America

[Outro]
Yeah, it’s a sad day
When you can’t find a way
For making both ends meet
Yeah, it’s a sad day
When all you can do is pray
To stay on your two feet, oh

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved


GIVING UP ON AMERICA

3:47 drifts through the restless pulse of a city that never really sleeps — caught between burnout and longing, noise and nostalgia. It’s a reflection on feeling trapped in the chaos yet drawn to it at the same time — the beauty and the exhaustion of Berlin in the small hours. The track moves with a confident groove and a warm neo-soul touch, channeling both frustration and freedom into a smooth, late-night escape.

3:47 schwebt durch den ruhelosen Puls einer Stadt, die nie wirklich schläft – gefangen zwischen Erschöpfung und Sehnsucht, Lärm und Nostalgie. Es geht darum, sich im Chaos verloren und gleichzeitig davon angezogen zu fühlen – die Schönheit und Erschöpfung Berlins in den frühen Morgenstunden. Der Song groovt mit selbstbewusstem Neo-Soul-Vibe und warmem Funk-Feeling – ein Sound zwischen Frust und Freiheit, wie ein nächtlicher Atemzug frischer Luft.

3:47

Ich rauch den letzten Rest vom Tag
Zwei Züge Leben, dann Feierabend
Der Himmel kippt auf Standby
Wie dem auch sei 
Wie dem auch sei

Keine Richtung, kein Drive
Urlaubsreif 
Fernweh
Hinter jeder Ecke wartet ein Lied
Abschied
Die Zeichen stehen auf Abschied

Alles flackert, nix brennt
Hab sie so satt
Meine Stadt

Zuviel Stadt im Blut
Zuviel Wut
Weg hier
An die frische Luft
Berlin...
Machst mich fertig
Nervig
Allgegenwärtig
Zuviel Stadt

Zwei Typen kloppen sich um nix
Die Luft riecht nach Wodka und Vergeblichkeit
Nach Einsamkeit
Ein Mädchen sucht nach Feuer
Und nach Abenteuer
Abenteuer

Plakate lösen sich von den Wänden wie alte Versprechen
Der Wind trägt Geschichten, die keiner mehr hören will
Und sie klingen alle gleich

Zuviel Stadt im Blut
Zuviel Wut
Weg hier
An die frische Luft
Berlin...
Machst mich fertig
Nervig
Allgegenwärtig
Zuviel Stadt

Ich tret die Kippe aus, aber die Nacht bleibt an
Weil sie nicht anders kann
Meine Stadt
Berlin...
Ich muss hier raus!

Zuviel Stadt im Blut
Zuviel Wut
Berlin...
Berlin
Machst mich fertig
Bist hässlich
Und ehrlich
Wie ich
Zu sehr wie ich


3:47

Thanks for tuning in.  Stripped Down, Raw and Real songs complete with flaws are what you'll find here.  Write on, Songsters! 

Much love from the USA,
Renee

Three Photons is an analog-centric indie jazz-blues project that blends vintage warmth with cinematic introspection. Rooted in tape-based production and minimalist arrangements, the sound evokes dusky landscapes, quiet urgency, and the emotional clarity of improvisation.

Drawing from early jazz recordings, lo-fi textures, and ambient storytelling, Three Photons crafts sonic environments where each note feels intentional and alive. The name reflects a fascination with light, resonance, and the subtle interactions that shape perception—mirroring the project’s ethos: understated, immersive, and deeply human.

From reel-to-reel saturation to spacious reverb tails, every track invites deep listening and quiet reflection. This is music for late nights, long drives, and moments that linger.

🎙️ Analog soul. Magnetic tape. Timeless tone.

Welcome to my space. ✨
I make all kind of music: Hip hop, cosmic hardstyle, calm and luxurious lofi instrumentals for focus, relaxation, or just vibing out. Hope you find something you love.

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

Songwriting has been a lifelong passion for me, dating back to elementary school when I first began crafting stories, poems, and eventually lyrics. As a former drummer in various bands, I always relied on others to bring my words to life musically. However, after a long hiatus from drumming, I decided to take the leap and learn to compose music to accompany my lyrics. Through classes and dedication, I've embarked on a new journey, breathing fresh life into old lyrics and penning new ones. You'll find a mix of older and newer works here. Especially for some of the lyrics. 

Music has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is being completely entranced by 'The Little Drummer Boy' as a very young child. There was something about the rhythm and the melody that just captivated me. I must have played it a thousand times, wearing the record out, and from that moment on, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be a drummer and to create that magic for others. 

But I was too young then, and of course, I couldn't afford a drum set just yet. So, I turned to writing as a way to express myself. As I mentioned above, I started with stories, then poems, and eventually, lyrics. I found that writing was not only a way to tap into my creativity, but also a way to process my emotions and experiences. 

As I grew older, my love for music only deepened. I realized that music has this incredible power to transport us to different times and places, to evoke emotions and memories that we thought were long forgotten. It's a universal language that can bring people together like nothing else can. 

For me, writing lyrics is a cathartic experience. It's a way for me to tap into my emotions, to process the world around me, and to create something that I hope will resonate with others. And when I hear my words come to life in a song, it's truly magical. It's a feeling that never gets old, and it's what keeps me coming back to music time and time again. 

I love many genres of music and artists of many genres. And if you listen to some of my songs, you will find that I like to make songs of different genres as well as mix different genres into each song. One of my all-time favorite bands is Evanescence, and I have made a lot of songs where I have tried my best to emulate that sound. 

Now, I have recently started experimenting with new sounds. I never heard of glitch beats before I took music classes, and now I'm fascinated with the sound, so I have been experimenting with glitch beats recently. 

I hope you enjoy some of my songs. And thanks so much to everyone who has been listening so far. I truly appreciate it. I welcome constructive feedback to help me grow as an artist, and I appreciate your support. ❤️

BTW if you follow me, I will ALWAYS follow back. If I like your music, I will follow you, but if you don't follow me back within a week or so I will probably unfollow. The same goes for when I see someone listening to my music, I WILL follow, however, if they don't follow me back within a week or so, I'll unfollow, because I'm at my limit of follows and I want to follow back everyone who follows me. Did not know that SoundCloud limits us to following only 2000. 😢













I'm a singer-songwriter who writes purely by inspiration, with only a few exceptions. Influences are many &amp; varied, hence the eclectic nature of my music.
The songs span 40 years of writing, so that &amp; my fondness for older forms tend to make my styles retro in nature.
I produced my own 45 rpm record in the mid-80's, and released my first CD "Circular Flight" awhile back, selecting mostly acoustic tunes with similar themes.
If you think this sounds interesting give it a try. I hope you will like it.


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