Dust on the vine
And the harvest days are done
Empty house, I am one
Staring at the setting sun
It is time for the silence
And the cellar smells of wine
Everything was a sign
Now I'm crossing every line

Happy New Year, Happy New Year
Julia Rogerts is calling from the farm
Keep the children away from any harm
Happy New Year, Happy New Year
May we find a new life, a way to fly
If we don't, we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Sometimes I think
How the heavy winter falls
And I hear how it calls
Through the cracks within these walls
Oh yes, Stan is a shadow
And he thinks he has a soul
Playing his stupid role
While he's losing all control
He just drinks in the dark

Happy New Year, Happy New Year
Julia Rogerts is calling from the farm
Keep the children away from any harm
Happy New Year, Happy New Year
May we find a new life, a way to fly
If we don't, we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Seems to me now
That the seeds we used to sow
Will not wake, will not grow
In the dirt we used to know
It is time for a sequel
In another ten years time
In this valley of mine
Who can say what we will find
At the end of the line

Happy New Year, Happy New Year
Julia Rogerts is calling from the farm
Keep the children away from any harm
Happy New Year, Happy New Year
May we find a new life, a way to fly
If we don't, we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Happy New Year, from Julia Rogerts

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.

Happy New Year, from Julia Rogerts

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