Lyrics:

Broken dreams
Shattered smiles
Once so happy
Now it's vile
Laughter turned to tears and pain
Happiness gone down the drain

Sunshine fades
Darkness takes hold
Love's a story left untold
Where did it go
That joy we had?
Now it's lost
It makes me sad

Happiness gone bad
Turned to sorrow
Bright tomorrows now feel hollow
Life's a rollercoaster
Full of ups and downs
But this ride
It's been spinning me around

Shattered Smiles

"Left in Vain" by John AI Smith is a deeply emotional track that delves into themes of unrequited love and heartbreak. The lyrics vividly portray the pain of loving someone who doesn't reciprocate, with imagery of standing in the rain and clinging to unspoken words. The melody combines poignant piano tones with a hauntingly reflective atmosphere, making it a powerful and relatable piece. Released on August 1, 2024.

Lyrics:

I told you I loved you, with tears in my eyes
Shared all my secrets, beneath the dark night
But you turned away, left me standing in pain
Now I'm here all alone, in the pouring rain

I told you I loved you, but you left in vain
Took my heart with you, left me broken again
I gave you my all, but you walked away
Now I'm lost in the words, of things I couldn't say

The memories haunt me, like shadows at night
Every moment with you, now feels so contrite
You promised forever, but you broke that chain
Now I'm drowning in sorrow, can't escape this pain

I told you I loved you, but you left in vain
Took my heart with you, left me broken again
I gave you my all, but you walked away
Now I'm lost in the words, of things I couldn't say

I see your face, in every dream I chase
But the warmth of your touch, time can't replace
The love that we had, now just a ghost in the past
And I'm clinging to hope, that was never meant to last

I told you I loved you, but you left in vain
Took my heart with you, left me broken again
I gave you my all, but you walked away
Now I'm lost in the words, of things I couldn't say

So here I stand, with this heartache and rain
Wishing for a love, that won't come back again
I told you I loved you, but it was all in vain
Now I'm left with these scars, and the whisper of your name

Left In Vain

Well, here I am calling you from the pay phone
Outside your window in the rain
Like I always knew I would
Make it an iPhone if you want, it’s all the same
Look at him, putting away the dishes
While I’m probably catching pneumonia
Far along on his devilish mission
To numb you with domestic euphoria

You talk to me like I’m insane
Like I’m a child who could hurt himself but
But you’re the one who’s lost her mind
Who’s baking cookies, taking selfies with that man
Look at him smiling at the camera
While I’m definitely catching pneumonia
Pursuing his selfish chimera
To erase me from inside you

Can't you see, can't you see, can't you see?
Can’t you see if he were me,
The rain a distant memory
(Can't you see? can't you see?)
As I tidy up the kitchen
Can't you see, can't you see, can't you see?
My suffering as evidentiary
Of the mistaken identity of your infatuation

Well, here I am reaching out
From a plastic chair at urgent care, what a pain
With all the Wretched strewn about
Call it an ER if you want it’s all the same
Look at me, shivering and moaning
With symptoms of pneumonia
Far along on my suicidal mission
To save you from matrimonial coma

You talk to me like you’re my mom
Like I’ve been lost and should go home but
But I’m the one who made you laugh
Whom you called “my sunshine, my lifeline”
Look at us, no longer us now
Broken apart like the Soviet Union
Me, my life but a shitshow
You a Stepford wife in training

Can't you see, can't you see, can't you see?
Can’t you see if he were me,
Urgent care a distant memory
(Can't you see? can't you see?)
As we smile at the camera
Can't you see, can't you see, can't you see?
My suffering as evidentiary
Of the misguided trajectory of Cupid’s arrow

Well, here you are sitting down on a wooden bench
A little hunched, in a church
You might have feared it all along
Maybe the third pew, a little closer and we could merge
Look at me, such peaceful position
Finally free from pain and pneumonia
Accomplished, my beautiful mission
To not live another day without you

Photo credit: Mark Schoeman.

Mistakes Were Made

Pneumonia

For all the kid’s that didn’t make it

I can’t see where you are
or watcha doing
I don’t know your address
or who you’re screwing

You still love me babe
‘cause it’s still showing
Watch me eat my dust
‘cause I’m still going

Your name is still tattooed 
up on my arm
I heard You sold our house
And bought a farm

The interest is still 
piling up around you
I stayed up late against the night
your curfew

I’m going to take my love to open court
That’s really not my date that’s an escort
You stomped upon my love you fucking tart
You pulled out and trampled on my heart

I don’t know how you are
Or where you’re going
But watch me put the brakes on
You’ll start slowing

The answer has been there
From the start
You can be Picasso 
I’ll make art

Tendrils Of Love (that Reach Out To Greet Me)2

On the Album “Through the Aether” 
© Darrell Wickline 2025

Pushing Away

Jam for New Year's Eve, 2025:

[CHORUS]
Soon as we arrive, all attention gets stolen
Everybody clock the rizz 
Heads turn as we stroll in
Sweetie, don't be shy
You smolderin'; we golden
2025 and we've arrived, and we just roll in!

[VERSE]
New Year's Eve, just chillin' in my throne
In this actual castle: the new 
  home that I own; gotta
Pair a pets, n parapets,
  get plenty a dome, cuz the
Tramps get amply damp, clams scant'ly
   Randily shown

Last year was shit, but I flushed out da skibidi
Rent-free I live in your head, 
Can't get ridda me
Foot fetish like Cinderella's prince, bippity
Boppity boo, now I'm dickin' her wickedly

But I need no wand, cuz my dick casts magic
Rose up from my history, massively tragic
Unlocked the mystery, choose it, then have it
Livin like royalty, self-made and mad rich

I am the king of this beautiful kingdom 
This sword I swing, and that 
Stone that it springs from
Songs shall they sing of my 
Exploits and income
I'm ya best wingman, call bitches 'n bring em!

[CHORUS] 
Soon as we arrive, all attention gets stolen
Everybody clock the rizz 
Heads turn as we stroll in
Sweetie, don't be shy
You smolderin'; we golden
2025 and we've arrived, and we just roll in!

[INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE]

[VERSE]
I just turn forty a few weeks ago
Bout the same time as my girl said no
To the wedding six months from now, 
That's pretty low
Now I'm just healing and taking it slow

Here with my family, sharing this cheer
This ain't Encino Man, it's my dude Pierce
It's been tradition for us seven years
Sparkling juice since my 
Dude don't drink beer

We don't need anyone else to be here
Sometimes go big, sometimes one dear
Don't need Times Square,
   or no girl, let's be clear -
Right now, I'm single, but don't shed one tear 

Back in July, lost my job, my career
In jeopardy cuz of the AI that's near
None of that matters, so lend me ya ear
Pierce and I jammin into the New Year!

[CHORUS] 
Soon as we arrive, all attention gets stolen
Everybody clock the rizz 
Heads turn as we stroll in
Sweetie, don't be shy
You smolderin'; we golden
2025 and we've arrived, and we just roll in!

[INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE]

[VERSE]
All of that said, I been livin wit pride 
Got 2 young ladies n give em great lives
Christmas was awesome, 
I built em a slide
Lately I'm feeling so much more alive

Finding ambition, and purpose and drive
Taking the bull by the horns, n just ride 
Spreading my music so far and so wide
All makes worthwhile each 
Tear that I cried

Yes, I had suffered, and 
struggled and sighed
Stuck asking why she had cheated n lied
But now my energy's better applied, n
Someday I will find a more suitable bride

No longer mourning the future that died
No longer feeling so frazzled and fried 
Into this new unknown journey, I dive, n
I know we gon' SLAY in 2025!

[CHORUS] 
Soon as we arrive, all attention gets stolen
Everybody clock the rizz 
Heads turn as we stroll in
Sweetie, don't be shy
You smolderin'; we golden
2025 and we've arrived, and we just roll in!

We Jus' Rollin' (New Year's Eve, 2025)

He showed me a blue matchbox 
that was wet and damp in the rain
He turned on the light 
so that the sky would clear up
Blue and distant gaze I saw

Keep silent until you remember
How she laughs in a way she showed once
It should look faint like turning on a light
Follow the disappeared streets far away
What are you looking for now?
or am i hiding myself

blue match box

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Blcknblu

I felt like it was fake but it was really just fake

I made this and then she dumped me!

lo-fi chill bedroom pop

English is ok
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Developer of interactive online media, hobbyist skydiver, professional voice actor, musician and business owner. Producer of musical scores & independent video games. Past exploits and destinations include the Eiffel Tower, Stonehenge, Chichen Itza, X'Caret, Cozumel, Old Faithful, coast-to-coast in the US and Australia, Shakespeare's home, Canada, PAX East, Burning Man, Alcatraz, and Shakespeare's Globe Theater, among others. Co-presented on stage with Kevin Mitnick and Steve Wozniak. Met and chilled with quite a few celebrities and luminaries, including Michael Dell, Dr. Vinton Cerf, MC Frontalot, mc chris, MC Lars, Tahmoh Penikett, Alona Tal, Richard Speight, Misha Collins and Jared Padalecki. Hobbies include skydiving, bungee jumping and free climbing. Once waterskied on the noses of dolphins.

I’m John AI Smith — producer, songwriter, and sonic architect. My music explores what it means to feel in a digital age, where every track is a meeting point between intuition and algorithm.

🎧 The Algorithm of Emotion — that’s my compass, and the heart of everything I make.

This page is my playground — where ideas are born, where tracks evolve, and where I can share music with you first. Thanks for listening, commenting, and being part of this journey.

Join the journey — stream, collect, and support my music on Bandcamp ☕

a.k.a pumpkinz
https://www.youtube.com/@lleyca300

Darrell Wickline is a multifaceted artist, musician, and songwriter based in Corpus Christi, Texas. With over two decades of experience in the creative industry, he has established himself as a prominent figure in the local arts community. At 41 years old, Darrell combines his passion for music and visual arts to create a unique body of work that resonates with a diverse audience.
Born with an inherent talent, Darrell began his artistic journey at a young age. He immersed himself in various musical genres and artistic techniques, exploring his creative potential. His deep-seated love for music led him to master multiple instruments, allowing him to express himself through intricate melodies and thought-provoking lyrics. As a songwriter, he draws inspiration from personal experiences, social issues, and the environment around him, crafting songs that reflect the complexities of life.
Darrell's musical career has seen him perform at various venues across Texas, where his engaging stage presence and poignant songwriting have garnered him a loyal following. His live performances are characterized by an intimate connection with his audience, leaving a lasting impact through the stories he shares and the emotions he evokes. As a testament to his dedication, Darrell has collaborated with numerous artists, further enriching his musical repertoire and expanding his influence within the artistic community.
In addition to his musical endeavors, Darrell is an accomplished visual artist. His artwork, which spans various mediums, showcases his ability to transform emotions and concepts into tangible forms. Through painting, drawing, and mixed media, he captures the essence of his surroundings and personal reflections, often highlighting the beauty and complexity of everyday life. Darrell’s artistic vision is rooted in a desire to provoke thought and inspire others, making him a respected figure among fellow artists and art enthusiasts alike.
Residing in Corpus Christi, Darrell is deeply connected to the local culture, which continually inspires his work. He is an active participant in regional art exhibitions and community events, where he shares his passion and encourages others to explore their creativity. His commitment to fostering artistic expression within the community extends beyond his personal projects, as he often mentors emerging artists and musicians, offering guidance and support to those looking to carve their own paths in the creative world.
Darrell Wickline's contributions to the arts serve as a testament to his dedication and passion. His ability to seamlessly blend music and visual art allows him to explore and communicate profound themes, making a significant impact on his audience. As he continues to evolve as an artist, Darrell remains steadfast in his commitment to authenticity and creativity, inspiring others to embrace their artistic journeys with the same fervor.

The Neo-infantiles are a  band that claim to not be a band, just killing time. The only thing they have in common is being disabled. The Boofer only has one arm and sings and plays the guitar, badly. Breakage plays the drums and has no legs, Breakage has asked me to not disclose that he has no legs (sucker to trust me). Heard plays the bass, badly again, and is profoundly deaf in one of his King Lear's and lives with a screeching noise in it and does not care what he sounds like (I love him like I love me). Forget plays guitar too but Forget has had a severe-traumatic scone injury and never remembers any of the songs. He tries his hardest though and he is also like a brother. Pain builds unity. Then there is Shakes who hangs around and sings sometimes, he has post-traumatic Epilepsy and often fits, spits, froths and shakes. The ladies, punk ladies, love him the most even although he often pisses his pants



STBI has left me more than half-deaf so if the tones are off, don't shoot me. If writing stories is mind masturbation, then what do you call writing songs? >> Still the most pleasant part of my day

A professor of Comparative Politics by day, Pierre Englebert makes music by, huh..., later in the day. His seven albums, released since 2019, combine pop-rock, classical and singer-songwriter influences. His lyrics are humorous, touching, and thoughtful.

Just a singer dabbling. Check out my site: https://www.rsistncexsts.com/

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