Old Sam and Jim on the Ridge Road steep,
Sam’s cattle crossed where the wild grass creeps,
Jim built his fence at the break of day,
But Sam’s herd drifted in anyway.
Clinking tin and splintered posts,
Words flew fast over ghostly coasts,
By night the lanterns lit the dust,
And neighbors whispered whose claim was just.

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,
From a stolen calf to a broken stake,
The court’s house waits for the one to break.

Mrs. Mae saw the cattle roam,
Saw her Sammy’s corn crushed where they comb,
She hollered up to Jim’s front door,
Said “Fix your fence or it breaks some more.”
Jim spat words like gravel stones,
Said “My land ends where my barn stands alone,”
Mae’s brother’s face under kerosene light,
Promised revenge if it came to fight.

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,
From a stolen calf to a broken stake,
The court’s house waits for the one to break.

In the courthouse hall the judge’s gavel falls,
Neighbors line up telling whose side calls,
Sam stands quiet, Jim stands tall,
But the land remembers the cattle’s crawl.

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,

The verdict came with the rooster’s crow,
Jim pays the fine, Mae’s corn will grow,
But the fence stays broken, the cattle still roam,
And the Ridge Road remembers their bitter home.
Old Sam said nothing, Mae wiped her tears,
The banjo strums on the end of years,
And neighbors whisper by moonlit sky,
“Who dug the fence and who let it die?”

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,
From a stolen calf to a broken stake,
The court’s house waits for the one to break.
When the fence is mended and the cattle roam free,
Still the banjo hums of the bitter decree.

In the courthouse hall

In the little parlor by the waning light,
I touch those strings her fingers used each night,
Her melody flows in the embers’ glow,
Whispering rooms where the wild flowers grow.
The chair sits still where her laughter died,
And the photograph fades on the mantle side,
But I lift the dulcimer, breath held and slow,
And play her song for the home I used to know.

Dust on the doorstep, wind through the panes,
I hear her voice in the falling rain.

Play, mother’s dulcimer, in memory’s key,
Let your notes carry the home to me,
Though the walls are gone, though the hearth is cold,
Her lullaby lives in the hand I hold.
In this quiet chamber I find her there,
In every minor chord, in the silent air.

She taught me slowly, under candle’s flame,
How to call the night by its old name,
In the valley’s shadow, the mountains know,
The song we shared by the pines’ low glow.
Now I wander lonely where the doorway stood,
The gate has rusted, the roses in wood,
Still I sit by the window, dusk at my side,
And play her tune for the home that died.

Dust on the doorstep, wind through the panes,
I hear her voice in the falling rain.

Play, mother’s dulcimer, in memory’s key,
Let your notes carry the home to me,
Though the walls are gone, though the hearth is cold,
Her lullaby lives in the hand I hold.
In this quiet chamber I find her there,
In every minor chord, in the silent air.

And if the morning finds me all alone,
I’ll still hear her voice in every tone,
In every chord the past returns,
In every silence her memory burns.

Play, mother’s dulcimer, in memory’s key,
Let your notes carry the home to me,
Though the walls are gone, though the hearth is cold,
Her lullaby lives in the hand I hold.
In this quiet chamber I find her there,
In every minor chord, in the silent air.

Play, mother’s dulcimer

LYRICS

Everything is plausible as daytime melts 
Slipping from familiar into something else 
August life is liminal at eventide 
Summer night, front porch, side by side 

Words become elliptical as volume sinks 
Drawing out our meanings from the lulls and blinks 
Almost imperceptible, the time ticks through 
Maple tree, wishing star, me and you 

    Beyond your eyes of Egyptian blue 
    A lock of brown hair’s gone astray 
    Just a whiff of your shampoo 
    And I fall in love to stay 
    All the neighbors strolling past 
    Sway like dancers in a stream 
    Safe in our sweet sheltering 
    We dream a dream 

Always felt invisible until this spell 
Drifting in and out of sense in parallel 
Recognize you’re kissable with half a sigh 
Yellow moon, small breeze, you and I 

  Beyond your eyes of Egyptian blue 
  A lock of brown hair’s gone astray 
  Just a whiff of your shampoo 
  And I fall in love to stay 
  All the spirits of this spot – 
  Enchanted, awkward or opaque – 
  Mingle as we nod our heads 
  And fall awake

The Kissing Games of Adolescents in Ohio

"The Quiet” is a haunting, intimate ballad about the unseen battles women carry in silence. Through soft, ghostlike imagery and whispered grief, the song reflects on motherhood, loss, bodily autonomy, and the quiet strength forged through pain. It captures the hollow rooms, the private heartbreak, and the resilience born from being unheard but still rising. Vulnerable, poetic, and deeply human—this track is an anthem for every woman who’s ever been spoken over, underestimated, or told who she should be.

The Quiet

you, you
supercilious
delicious
i’ve curated
i’ve created 
experience
for us  

all of it 
experiment
off on it
off on it
all of it

you’re baptized 
by my cherry knot 
ties
divide my time
just to bide 
sections 
seconds
from me
i’ve curated 
i’ve created 
experience

all of it 
experiment
off on it
off on it

is curation creation, co-creation or something else entirely?

“The Letter” isn’t about a breakup. It’s about something harder.
It’s about two people who’ve shared a life for years. A relationship that slowly slipped into routine, silence, and co-existing instead of loving, and a man finally gathering the courage to say what he should have said a long time ago.

This track sits in that quiet space couples know all too well:
the mornings where no one talks,
the nights where you lie side-by-side but feel miles apart,
the ache of missing someone who is still in the same room.

It’s acoustic folk-rock with a baritone vocal that feels like a real conversation, vulnerable, honest, and a little scared. He isn’t giving up. He’s reaching out. He still wants her, the spark they used to have, the softness they’ve both been missing.

“The Letter” is his way of saying:
I love you. I miss us. I’m still here. And I’ll do whatever it takes to bring us back.

If you connect with songs about real relationships, the kind built over years, full of seasons, highs, lows, and the quiet middle, this one will speak to you.

Thanks for listening.

Lyrics:

Dear love,
I’ve been meaning to write this for a while.
Maybe it’s too late. Maybe not.

We built a silence we don’t talk about,
Just moving through the days, side by side.
There’s an emptiness we both allowed,
A gap that’s grown between our lives.
I know I helped to make it so,
Something died, I never let it show.

We circle around what hurts,
Act like we don’t remember firsts,
But I can still feel the glow
Under the ash and the smoke.

Desire changes like the moon in the sky,
It hides sometimes but it doesn’t die.
The light comes back when the shadows pass,
I miss this spark that didn’t last..
I miss it. I miss you. I miss us.
Can we find again what we lost in the rush?

You turn away when I start to speak,
And I pretend I’m fine with that.
Feels awkward, yeah, it’s hard to meet
The eyes I used to live inside.
But I’m done with just getting by,
I want the fire back this time.

We’ve been ghosts in the same bed,
Saying less than we mean instead.
But I’m ready now to start,
Prepared to do my part.

Desire changes like the moon in the sky,
It hides sometimes but it doesn’t die.
The light comes back when the shadows pass,
I miss this spark that didn’t last..
I miss it. I miss you. I miss us.
Can we find again what we lost in the rush?

Maybe love just hides in shadow,
Waiting for a voice to call its name.
If you’re willing, I will follow...
Let’s find the light again.

We are more than just this.
I’m still reaching through the darkness.
Something died, but it can live,
If you’ll find me again, I will give.

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this.
But if you do… just know I meant every word.
I miss you. That’s all.


Listen on Spotify

The Letter - (what we lost in the rush)

An intimate acoustic cover of Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish
Recorded live on my baby grand with a soft late night feel

If you enjoy this version there is also a stripped back take with lighter piano available here
https://soundcloud.com/olliray/birds-of-a-feather-stripped-back-version-by-billie-eilish

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Listen to more of my music and collaborations here
https://on.soundcloud.com/8c5UO64MEz22HWpIlM

Birds of a Feather – Billie Eilish (Acoustic Cover by olliray)

A soft, moonlit jazz ballad written for a woman whose presence steadied the storm. “Kayleigh’s Moon” glows with brushed drums, warm piano and an intimate vocal — a love letter to calm, safety, and unexpected connection. Performed and written by Sienna Vale as Track 7 of her upcoming jazz album.

Kayleigh's Moon

Set at snacbar Frieda for the event Weird noise at the Snackbas, August 2025, Rotterdam
Cozy people, deep sounds and fries
Guitar, ebow, vocals and granular synthesis

Set @ Snackbar Frieda

"I'm the One" is about that feeling when you just know you've found your person. It's a smooth, sensual track that captures the calm and a deep, undeniable connection. This song is for every girl who feels she is "the one" for her man, and for every man who's found her. Turn the lights down, press play, and lose yourself in the moment.

I'm The One

Warm, vocal-centered indie pop with evolving soundscapes and funky low end.

I am Mitsitron, an interdisciplinary sound artist from Greece, currently based in Rotterdam, NL. I have been shaped by heterogeneous soundscapes and active public spaces, austerity policies and forced categorizations, the deepness of grief and the urge to transform through it.

I am currently investigating queer methodologies for sound making. This comes from a need for affection with my body, instruments and soundwaves, the question of gender performativity in music performances, genres and cultures, and the urge for more authentic and horizontal connections initiated by sounds.

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The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

LoveBot Army is a music collective pushing beyond genre and form. From cinematic dream pop to raw hip hop, from glacial ballads to underground tech house. Each album is a new chapter in a shape-shifting sound journey.

Our process is human at its core, emotion first, instinct-led, but we embrace technology as a creative amplifier. With AI-assisted, human-driven production, we craft music that’s both visceral and visionary.

LoveBot Army is more than sound. It’s immersive. It’s collaborative. It’s a multi-sensory world built with digital artists, visual storytellers, and rule-breakers across every medium.

Let the music find you.

💖 Let’s create something unforgettable, together.

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Nyssara is a powerhouse vocalist whose sound lives in the shadows between dark R&B and gothic rock. With haunting melodies, raw emotion, and vocals that hit like lightning, she creates music that feels both cinematic and deeply personal. Her songs tell stories of pain, power, and survival — drawing listeners into a world where beauty and darkness collide.

Where flowers dream and waves remember.

Bloomirae’s music is a soothing mix of poetic lyrics, warm tones, historical accounts, and ocean-inspired textures. Music for slow mornings, long nights, and everything in between.

Irish poet & student of the arts who never meant for anyone to hear her sing.
Stage fright kept me quiet for years - but the music never left.
These are the songs I finally found the courage to share.

olliray makes emotive, cinematic songs that live between intimate piano ballads and modern electronic soundscapes. A singer songwriter and multi instrumentalist from London, he blends live piano and guitar with textured production to create music that feels close and expansive at the same time.

Alongside his original work, he records stripped back piano and guitar covers of songs he loves, old and new, reimagining them with a late night, intimate feel. His cover performances sit naturally beside his own songs, showing the same focus on atmosphere, storytelling and emotional detail.

He had a short spell of violin lessons when he was younger; everything else on piano, guitar and production is self taught. That path runs through his music; he writes, plays and shapes his songs by ear, chasing what feels honest rather than what follows the rulebook.

His debut single BoxRox and first album Stuck in Traffic captured a raw, lyric driven phase where he produced and sang everything himself. That was followed by Between, which pushed further into experimental electronic textures and abstract moods.

He then released Piano for Yoga, a live, meditative piano recording created in one continuous flow for a yoga video soundtrack. It revealed another side of his writing; spacious, calming and minimal, designed to sit with movement and breath.

He has always been writing, but in 2024 he finally recorded Lost Romance, an album built from songs he had written 18 years earlier and revisited with a more reflective, nostalgic perspective. The record moves between gentle piano pieces and fuller arrangements, tying his early ideas to the sound he has grown into now.

He is currently working on new music that continues to blur the lines between acoustic songwriting and electronic production, always chasing that balance between warmth, space and emotional weight.

For a first listen, start with Stuck in Traffic or How Long if you want reflective, cinematic songwriting, then explore the covers playlist to hear his take on songs by artists he loves. Fans of Bon Iver, Ben Howard, Nick Mulvey, Coldplay and M83 may feel at home in his world.

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