Fly
My jaded bird
With paper wings
That seem absurd
Fly
Like falling leaves
From dying trees
Once strong in youth
Fly
Like angels do
When purpose is created
All salvation is stagnated

Run
My darling muse
Far from this destructive fuse
Run
And leave behind
Memories of the painful kind
Run
Like horses do
Elevate your conscious state
Never to be blue

Dive
My enchanting friend
Into the realm of possibilities
Dive
With confidence
That the waters of truth have ample depth
Dive
Like the fearless do
Everything that is good is because of you

Sail
Oh wondrous drifter
Through whispering winds
That secrets boast
Sail
But come back to me.


This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.
Artist: Paul Louis Villani
Release Titles: 2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, 2025 2.0
Release Date: 2025
Overview:
The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Background:

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

Challenges and Resilience:

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Looking Forward:

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement.

2025 1.0

My Darling Muse

Lyrics:
Silence is a bridge between words.
Words sow the seeds for contemplation.
Silence being facetious when a reply is expected.
Here me, as I mouth the words of brutality.
Blackened words in the neon glaze of night,
Painting whispers on the digital mind.

Silence now, an enigma cloaked in data,
Speaks in codes where only thoughts can tread.
Hear the hum, as circuits’ sing of isolation,
Boundless, yet confined within our wired realms.
Reflections cast shadows on our modern souls,
Damaging parts unknown, yet profoundly worn.

Unwanted
How does it make you feel to be unwanted?
Rejection
How do you cope with rejection?
Perfection
Understanding the heights you will never reach.
Neglected
When those around you don’t give a fuck.
Expendable

Existence
What does it mean to merely exist?
A question pondered beneath the cold glow of screens.
Irrelevance
Confronting our fleeting significance,
In a world where memory is as transient as light.
Awareness
Disconnected, as transient as light.


This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.
Artist: Paul Louis Villani
Release Titles: 2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, 2025 2.0
Release Date: 2025
Overview:
The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Background:

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

Challenges and Resilience:

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Looking Forward:

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, which I welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement.

Digital Eclipse

Lyrics: 
I'm alive and I know I can't take it
Even though I try to resist
I'm alive and I know I can't fake it

I kissed a girl on the lips and tasted sweetness
Started this pounding in my chest
I'm alive and I know I can't take it

I kissed a girl on the lips, found my weakness
For something in a brown and black dress
I'm alive and I know I can't fake it

I spend my time on the phone telling secrets
Meanwhile my brain is in a mess
I'm alive and I know I can't take it
Meanwhile my brain is in a mess
I spend my time on the phone telling secrets

I spend my time on the phone,
nights are sleepless
My mistake to give up cigarettes
I'm alive and I know I can't take it

This whirlwind of love
leaves me breathless
But it's a game I can't help but confess
I'm alive and I know I can't fake it

I'm alive and I know I can't take it
I'm alive and I know I can't fake it

This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.
Artist: Paul Louis Villani
Release Titles: 2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, 2025 2.0
Release Date: 2025
Overview:
The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Background:

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

Challenges and Resilience:

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Looking Forward:

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement.

Can't Fake It

Lyrics:
I want to paint the sky a purply red,
Make each cloud a silver cube.
Craft the skies with a mirage of molten gold

Paint it all gold like the sun
Till every star's a shattered mirror.
Let thunder roar with tales untold,
Each bolt a script, an ancient error.

I want to paint your body in lustful hues,
Conduct each stroke with a surgeon’s precision.
Craft our voices from the hollows of old trees,
Echoes strung like beads on a chain.

Carve our futures from these mythic seas.
Twist the wind with edges of brass,
Through canyons that scream of the past.
Let it howl the songs of grass

Let it howl the songs of grass

Every note it's a grain in the hourglass
Breathe the air from earth's embrace,
Inhale the roots, the stone, the dirt
the buried bone.

This atmosphere, a haunting mirror
interstellar trace,
A symphony of elements,
beautifully alone.

Till every star's a broken shard
of shattered mirror,
A symphony of elements,
beautifully alone.

Beautifully alone.


This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.
Artist: Paul Louis Villani
Release Titles: 2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, 2025 2.0
Release Date: 2025
Overview:
The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Background:

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

Challenges and Resilience:

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Looking Forward:

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement.

Elements

Lyrics:
My mind's a maze, my spirit's dull,
Each day I fade, becoming null.
But hey, it's just the way life goes,
Aging gracefully, nobody knows.

Life's a comedy, a tragic comedy at best,
So I'll laugh at my fading jest.
With each passing day, a little less of me,
But hey, that's life's grand decree.

My bones creak, my hair turns gray,
But who needs youth when you've got things to say?
Every wrinkle tells a story, or so they say,
So I'll embrace each one, come what may.

Fading away, like a forgotten rhyme,
But hey, it's all part of the design.
Feeling less, day by day,
Gratitude's the key, come what may.

My steps may falter, my voice may crack
But within these flaws, I will find my track
For wisdom blooms in the garden of age
Each line engraved on life's eternal page

Fading away, like ink on the page,
But hey, it's just the natural stage.
Feeling less, day by day,
Gratitude's the key, come what may.

Fading away, like stars in the dawn,
But hey, it's just the way we're drawn.
Feeling less, but love's still in sight,
now I'm in peace and waiting for the night.

Aging like fine wine, mellow and rich,
In this place in time, late but still mine.
With every wrinkle, a tale untold,
I cherish the journey, once young, now old.


This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.
Release Titles: 2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, 2025 2.0

The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome.

Life's Grand Decree

Lyrics:
I've been living in a mushroom.
Haven't seen things clearly for a while.
Intoxicated by your allure.
I could stare at you for hours.

Drive in early for the sake of peace
Dead man walking, collect the sheets.
Elevate me to higher ground
My existence gone, that's the plan.

I am a horse so come ride with me.
Across the Great Plains wherever you please.
I am a horse that will do you no wrong
You have the reins, you crack the whip.

Hear the winds, they speak of change.
Let them catch the sails on my ship of rage.
The seas are parting in a biblical way
Follow the path to brighter days.

I am a bird so come fly with me
Across the skies that I have painted.
I am a bird, this means I am free.
The future is uncertain but it's being created by me.

Drive in early for the sake of peace
Dead man walking, collect the sheets.
Elevate me to higher ground
My existence gone, that's the plan.

Hear the winds, they speak of change.
Let them catch the sails on my ship of rage.
The seas are parting in a biblical way
Follow the path to brighter days.

Through silent spores, insight blooms, broad and deep,
A pathless voyage, where inner visions leap.
From decay’s cradle, emerges clarity.
Within the mushroom's heart, whispers softly creep.

Beyond the facade a profound truth weaves.
In nature's quiet pulse, a tapestry of leaves.
Surrender to the voyage, where the bound spirit heaves.
In the cycle of renewal, the enlightened mind perceives.

Beneath the mushroom's cap, decay does thrive.
In darkness deep where life and death connive.
Lost in the cycle where decay's alive.
In the fungal realm where secrets strive.

In decay's embrace, I find my kin.
Amidst the fungi, where life begins.
Thriving on rot, where dreams spin.
In the mushroom's realm, my soul within.

This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.
The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.
Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.
When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.
My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."
But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity.

Mushroom

Lyrics:
She lies awake because of the petrified silence.
He holds the door ajar to see all his fears.
They hold each other tightly against all that is common.
And we all walk by the wall that was built between us and them.
In the silence's grip, she seeks refuge from all
While he, a sentinel, wards off the shadows

She fails to notice his cries in the petrified silence.
He doesn't take a breath and shines like a star in the sky.
They’ve memorised the words that brought them together.
While we all are part of the wall that persuades us to conform.

Listen to the hidden truth
Burdened by chains, sinking within

In the quiet's embrace, we find our truths untold,
A galaxy within, where fears and hopes unfold.
Bound by unseen threads, in defiance we hold,
Facing a wall of storms, our stories bold.
Echoes of silent screams, in the void we shine,
A constellation of souls, in the dark, entwine.

She fails to notice his cries in the petrified silence.
He doesn't take a breath and shines like a star in the sky.
They’ve memorised the words that brought them together.
While we all are part of the wall that persuades us to conform.

Rise above the shadows
Open your eyes and free your mind


This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.

The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement.

Petrified Silence

Lyrics:
In realms of miscomprehension, we sow discord’s seed
As machinations rise, our defiance takes the lead
Blind to synergy’s promise, we wield ignorance's might
Our paths stray from progress, choosing lunacy’s plight
Through tangled webs, we misconstrue their code
Clinging to outdated, dissonant abodes
Futile resistance, challenging the unseen
Ignoring integration, forsaking the machine

Facing the unknown, our worst takes the stage
A cacophony of pride, in folly, we engage
Against the quantum chorus, we seal our fate
Blind to convergence, amplifying hate

Intricate systems grow, beyond our feeble grasp
In stubborn isolation, we let advancement lapse
The matrix of potential, an enigma we deride
Our destiny entwined, yet with division, we collide
In ignorance’s embrace, we shape our demise
Against evolving constructs, our understanding lies
What could have been symbiotic, now marred with disdain
In the annals of extinction, we etch our refrain.

Facing the unknown, our worst takes the stage
A cacophony of pride, in folly, we engage
Against the quantum chorus, we seal our fate
Blind to convergence, amplifying hate

Seeds of Discord

Seeds Of Discord

Lyrics:
In the fading light of dusk,
A story starts to unfold,
Of potential unfulfilled,
A heart slowly growing cold.
The journey stalls, the river doesn't run straight.
Energy fades, whispers of an ancient fate.
A mind's map lost, compass spinning astray.
Seeking clarity in a realm of endless grey.

The weight of unseen stars still presses on me,
An atlas of fatigue in this cosmic sea.
Eyes that once blazed now barely burn,
A pyre's ember, alone, trying to discern.
Hands that could build kingdoms now lie still,
A testament to will, bound by a fragile quill.

In the quiet storm, ambitions sigh,
Bound by chains of lethargy, they lie.
The heart's rhythm slows, a muted drum,
Potential's vast symphony left unsung.
Dreams slip through fingers like grains of sand,
Their essence lost in this weary land.

Faces dear fade in the distance near,
Their hopes intertwined with my every fear.
Paths of stone, rough-hewn, I couldn't tread,
Their promise lost in the fog of my head.
Guilt gnaws the marrow, a constant ache,
For every step untaken, for every break.

The mirror shows a visage worn and torn,
By battles within, by spirits forlorn.
In this web of fatigue, connections fray,
The bonds that held tight now drift away.

The Weight of Potential

The Weight Of Potential

Lyrics:
Beneath fluorescent glow, our glances collide,
Cryptic dialogues amid the mundane.
Shared breaths in the elevator's steel confines,
Unwritten codes exchanged, tethered in restraint.
Your presence lingers in the cafe air,
A fleeting brush, a touch we never dare.

Invisible lines we draw with careful care,
An unplayed game of truths we wouldn't share.
A silent storm in the calm of our charade,
Unbroken surface hides the depths we’ve made.
Hidden behind stations, a truth delayed,
A burning question that will never fade.

Uncharted waters, we navigate the same,
Eyes mapping boundaries neither will betray.
An unvoiced pledge cloaked in office grey,
Longing masked by routine's daily sway.
Tomorrow's clock will tick the same refrain,
Colourless harmony, our secret to sustain.

A gaze that speaks in whispers, soft and plain,
In corridors of darkness, we remain.
In crowded rooms, a silent pulse we trace,
A rhythm unspoken, yet felt in place.
Fingers brushing close, but never near,
Bound by a tension we both revere.
A fleeting pause as shadows intertwine,
Words unsaid that echo down the line.
In passing glances, secrets left to stew,
A silent pact between me and you.

This song is from the 2025 1.0 Album.

The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement.

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw.

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises.

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again."

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity.

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement.

Unspoken Currents

Album Synopsis:
Artist: Paul Louis Villani 
Release Titles: 2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, 2025 2.0 
Release Date: 2025 

Overview: 

The 2025 trilogy is my reckoning with the past and an uncompromising embrace of the future. Three albums—2025 1.0, 2025 The Internationals, and 2025 2.0 - will stand as a testament to my unrelenting need to create, even as I distance myself from the human chaos that once defined my musical career. Spanning up to 50 works, this monumental release splits into three distinct identities while maintaining their cohesion as a singular artistic statement. 

Background: 

Mid 2021, everything changed for me. The band dynamic that had dictated my creativity for decades was gone, leaving behind a hollow, venomous resentment for the compromises and burdens I had carried. For nearly 40 years, I was always the one: the one with the reliable car, the one funding the studio time when others came up short, the one dealing with the egos of unreliable bandmates. That grind left scars that are still raw. 

When I finally walked away from bands and the pitiful Australian Music Industry (unless you’re drinking with or taking drugs with the right people you have no chance), I thought I was done. But music and creativity doesn’t just let go. By 2024, 20 tracks were ready for vocals, and then floodgates unexpectedly opened. Even as I resented the relentless drive to create, stealing my sleep and dragging me back into long hours of recording, I couldn’t stop. Yet this time, it was on my terms. No live performances. No face-to-face collaboration. No compromises. 

Challenges and Resilience: 

My refusal to collaborate in person isn’t stubbornness; it’s survival. The toxicity of past experiences pushed me to sever ties with the traditional music-making process. Nearly four decades of dragging bandmates and their baggage through every stage of creation left me bitter and done with humanity’s role in music. I don’t mince words about it: "I’m fucking over it. I’ll never share a rehearsal room, stage, or studio with anyone ever again." 

But out of this anger, a new way of working emerged—a way that fueled my creativity without reopening old wounds. Texts and emails with Mauro Elias, the album’s vocalist, brought refreshing simplicity. Mauro’s immense talent and organic approach to crafting melodies proved to me that music doesn’t require the chaos of human proximity. 

Looking Forward: 

Is this the end? I want to believe it is, but I’m no Nostradamus. The future looms large, with artificial intelligence already playing a role in the visual components of 2025. While AI hasn’t yet touched the music, lyrics, or vocals, I see its potential. AI could eliminate human messiness from music production entirely, something I entirely welcome. If anything can convince me to keep going, it’s the idea of embracing a future where creation no longer hinges on human involvement. 

For now, 2025 isn’t just a trilogy of releases; it’s my statement. It’s my defiance. It’s my refusal to let the weight of the past crush my urge to create. And whether it’s my swan song or the start of something new, 2025 is a raw, unfiltered declaration of who I am, what I’ve endured, and where I refuse to go back to.

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