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.

2025 1.0

Mushroom

Spanish Lyrics:
Vivo dentro de un hongo
no he pensado claro desde ayer.
Embriagado por tu esencia,
puedo mirarte hasta caer

Salgo temprano por la paz,
hombre muerto, recoge el disfraz.
Me eleva a la claridad,
estoy perdido en la inmensidad.

Soy un corcel, ven a cabalgar,
sobre las pastos o cualquier lugar.
Soy un corcel que no traicionará,
tienes las riendas, la autoridad

Escucha el viento cambiar,
como una tormenta mi ira en el mar.
Los mares se abren, de forma bíblica,
sigue hacia un mejor mañana.

Soy un ave, vamos a volar
sobre los cielos que he de soñar
Tengo alas y no me atarán,
el futuro incierto revelará

Escucha el viento cambiar,
como una tormenta mi ira en el mar.
Los mares se abren, de forma bíblica,
sigue hacia un mejor mañana.

Esporas mudas, florece lucidez
viajes sin ruta, mi visión en si
Desde la cuna, emerge claridad
y en su corazón, un vacío carmesí

Tras la máscara, una profunda verdad,
en el pulso natural, al fin las hojas caerán.
Ríndete al viaje, donde el alma se alzará,
en el ciclo de renuevo, la mente avanzará

A la sombra de las setas,
donde la vida y muerte se encuentran
Y en ese ciclo los hongos crecerán
en su reino, secretos sepultará

Entre lo podrido está mi clan,
entre los hongos, que vida dan.
En la podredumbre, mi sueño gira,
en el reino del hongo, mi alma suspira.

2025 - The Internationals

Hongo

Hongo (Spanish version of "Mushroom" from the Album 2025 1.0)

Lyrics:
Personality,
Not what it seems to be.
I’m conforming
my individuality.
I’ve been stolen,
Stripped and sold for parts.
I continue on unroadworthy.

Hoping no-one will notice.
But the day will come,
When I get pulled aside.
Asked to show whats going on.

Full of imitations and nothing genuine.
Out in the open and nowhere to hide.

Surgery of the soul.
In need of repair,
Before it turns to stone.
Tiny little instruments used with such care.
A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.

Some things just aren’t worth saving.
Some things just aren’t worth saving.
But, some things are worth saving.

Hoping no-one will notice.
But the day will come,
When I get pulled aside.
Asked to show whats going on.

Full of imitations and nothing genuine.
Out in the open and nowhere to hide.

Reflections shattered
Mirrors tell no lies
Pieces scattered
Lost in disguise

I'm a ruined canvas
With borrowed strokes of art
Pieces scattered
Lost in disguise


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.

Personality, Not What it Used to Be

Personality, Not What It Used To Be

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:
A changing of the guard, my soul’s protectors
They've stood for ages, brave but now worn out
Hope in their voices, reflectors.
The new crew arrives, battle-tested leaders
Yet fresh in outlook, strong and upbeat
A changing of the guard, my soul’s protectors.

These ones will guide me now, lighting up the way
On a new path, free from dreary shadows
Hope in their voices, wonder in their gaze,
A changing of the guard, my soul’s protectors.

The past left my soul haunted by ghosts
Wary of joy, hesitant of its gifts
A changing of the guard, my soul’s protectors.
My soul’s protectors.

The new guardians, armed with soul-cleansing power
Get to work with vigour, no tears shed
Hope in their voices, wonder in their gaze, reflectors.
They converse among scars, tended to old wounds
I listen closely, their whispers strange
A changing of the guard, my soul’s protectors
Hope in their voices, wonder in their gaze.

They've excelled, beyond my expectations
I thank them, cradle this soul, no longer weary

Not new, but with the shine of redemption
They tell me I sought change clearly

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

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.

Protectors and Reflectors

Protectors And Reflectors

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

German Lyrics:
Fliege
Mein abgekämpfter Vogel
Mit Papierflügeln
Die absurd erscheinen

Fliege
Wie fallendes Laub
Von sterbenden Bäumen
Einst stark in der Jugend

Fliege
Wie Engel es tun
Wenn Zweck geschaffen wird
Alle Rettung stagniert

Lauf
Meine Liebesmuse
Weit weg vom
zerstörerischen Zünder

Lauf
Und lasse zurück
Erinnerungen an die
schmerzliche Art

Lauf
Wie Pferde es tun
Erhebe deinen bewussten Zustand
Nie mehr traurig zu sein

Tauche
Mein bezaubernder Freund
In das Reich der
Möglichkeiten

Tauche
Mit Zuversicht
Dass die Gewässer der Wahrheit
genügend Tiefe haben

Tauche
Wie die Furchtlosen es tun
Alles Gute geschieht durch dich

Segle
Oh wunderbarer Treibender
Durch flüsternde Winde
Die Geheimnisse preisen
Segle
Aber kehre zu mir zurück

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.

Meine liebe Muse (German version of "My Darling Muse" from the album 2025 1.0)

Lyrics:
In crowded rooms, my spirit retreats,
To a hidden realm where I find peace.
Behind a mask, I play the part,
An extrovert with an introverted heart.
Caught in the tide of social waves,
Seeking the solitude, my spirit craves.
A paradox, this dual state,
An introvert in an extroverted fate.

Among the laughs, I hear my mind,
Whispering truths I can't confide.
Beneath the surface, deep inside,
A quiet place where I reside.

Behind bright eyes, a storm is concealed,
A private world, thoughts unrevealed.
In every smile, a silent plea,
To find a space where I can be free.
Embracing crowds, yet feeling lost,
The cost of blending in, such a cost.
To be unseen, to fade from view,
A hidden life that's always true.
In every moment, I remain,
A dual being, joy and pain.
An introvert, extroverted show,
A secret self that few will know.

A dance of masks, a practiced grace
Yet longing for a quiet space
To fit the mold yet not belong
An echo lost in its own song
Conversations flow, laughter rings
Yet deep within a different tune sings

Among the laughs, I hear my mind,
Whispering truths I can't confide.
Beneath the surface, deep inside,
A quiet place where I reside.
Only I.
It's Complicated.

The Introverted Extrovert (It's Complicated)

The Introverted Extrovert (It’s Complicated)

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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