Peace Of Mind

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Composer : J. Arcas (1832-82)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

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Bolero J. Arcas - I. M. Regazzo (2024) HD

Not all things fade by nature. Some are made to disappear.

Evanescent Frequency mirrors a world where decay is no longer organic but imposed, where lifespans—of objects, ideas, and even sound—are carefully engineered to be short-lived. In nature, resonance lingers, and silence comes gradually. But in an age of programmed obsolescence, disappearance is manufactured, ensuring that what was once essential is discarded before its time.

The music unfolds in this same manufactured cycle. It begins with fragments—small pulses of energy, scattered textures that gradually coalesce, gaining complexity and momentum. Harmonies expand, orchestration thickens, and layers accumulate, reflecting the illusion of permanence and progress.

At its peak, the structure begins to dissolve. But this is not destruction—it is an unraveling, an enforced stillness that overtakes what was once vibrant. The density of sound fades into weightlessness, harmonies drift apart, and resonance becomes ghostly, as if the music itself is slipping away into the unreachable. The frequencies do not end abruptly but instead dissolve into an ethereal quiet, mirroring the way things vanish from use yet never fully disappear.

Evanescent Frequency is a meditation on impermanence, on the forces that decide what is allowed to endure and what is designed to be forgotten. It asks us to listen—to what fades, to what remains, and to the silence left behind.

Evanescent Frequency for Orchestra (BBC Symphony Orchestra Virtual Library_Pre-Release)

There was a time when I liked the mean streets.
Alcohol, the drugs, the pizzas.
Feeling I was getting somewhere fast.

But, all them times they were too risky
All them people nowt but piskies.
Nothing in that world is built to last.

Though alcohol stirred my emotion.
Held me back from true devotion.
Holds you back from any given task.

Kids they change things.
Life is savage.
All you wanted was no baggage.
Something has to give. 
It's really this or that.

The causes that you thought important.
Melt away with holy portents.
Honey drizzled, cold war, dazzled hearts.

And all the naying, saying, lovers.
Soft, warm legs underneath covers.
Couldn't help me now. 
That we're apart.

Your sky will never fill my pages.
Barely heard of all your sages.
Take a look for me.
Before we start.

Oh, up and down, and far below.
It's all the same to me, you know.
The portrait of an artist. 
Giving away all his art.

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.
oh, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Because I'm old.

We send the kids to school for learning.
Half an eye on future earnings.
Whatever will now become of me?

A spent and used up commissary.
Delivered on time just barely.
Why'd you give me sight.
If I can't ever hope to see?

Your machinations drove me crazy.
Doubled up. 
Accused of lazy.
Trapped by lack of sleep that I can't beat.

Who cares to dance? 
When all above.
The puppet masters strings are cut.
Here I am sitting. 
Won't you go and dance for me?

Oh, I'll...
Say it, then.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
Cause I am old.
Yeah, I'll...
Say it again.
I shall never play the Dane.
I shall never play the Dane.
I'm just too old.

Their covid left me blurry, weary.
I was not like all the teary.
Pan bang, sap eyed, abide, pleasant chaps.

And all you worry wort, dag naggers.
In cahoots with the flag shaggers.
Ruined all my feelings toward the past

Your rules were made to be heartbroken.
Everything is bought with tokens.
How'd we get our foot off of the gas?

Money comes to cause it's mischief.
Always rooted for the sneak theif.
Boffins kinda gave me creeps.
Never gave me laughs.

I've no concerns about your Facebook.
Crushed the car.
But kept the log book.
Hushed. Momento mori. Fancy free.

You over-ruled me nationally.
Watched my family dilly dally.
Sleeping. Creeping. 
Further out from me.

Your anodyne, pontificating,
deals you are making with Satan.
How I wish you'd try to let it...
Let it wander free.

They rubber stamped your reliquary 
Fuck the rich, man.
They are lairy.
In the end.
Well, there... 
There is only me.

The Mean Streets

Remixed with a new vocal track and mastered January 11, 2025.
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I met a guy.  He had very extreme political ideas and seemed to believe in every conspiracy.  I asked him where he learned the things he was saying.  He told me he know of a guy in Germany who was a fantastic source.  Afterward it occured to me that the "guy in Germany" could be anyone, and that it was a pretty dubious kind of source for all his supposed knowledge.  Little by little the guy in Germany became the Random Dude.
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Lyrics:
Verse:
I recognize that look
I see it all the time
You probably think that I’ve lost the plot
You worry bout my state of mind
You think I’m lost in conspiracy
But I can see things you might never see
Cuz I’ve found a place where the actual truth
Is handed out to anyone for free

Verse:
I’ve been searching for the truth
For as long as I can recall
I was pretty young when I realized
They were lying to us all
The government, church and the media
Their lies are a complete disgrace
But I found a source for the real story
He been there a while, out in cyber space

Chorus:
He’s got a website on the internet
He’s the strangest guy that you ever met
Don’t know where he lives or his real name
Can’t say for sure that he’s completely sane
A chip on his shoulder and a bad attitude
But that’s my guy, he’s just some random dude

Verse:
I tried going to the library
Talk to some folks who had a pHD
Conversed with a government entitiy
Took a course at the university
I would watch the news or a documentary
But all of their lies never satified me
He doesn’t need evidence, science or math
To get to the truth, the dude found a different path

Bridge:
The dude told me some remarkable facts
Like world not round it’s completely flat
He says the deep state had JFK shot
UFOs are real, covid was not
Chemtrails are part of population contrl
With 5G & vaccines they’re killing us slow
When he told me 911 was an inside job
I kinda had to conclude
That he knows his stuff, the random dude

Verse:
You might trust your scientists,
Doctors and lawyers too
You might trust your experts and
Everything the media’s feeding to you
But I know better I know who to ask
I know someone who’s thought it through
I know a random dude on the internet
He always tells me what’s really true

Chorus:
He’s got a website on the internet
He’s the strangest guy that you ever met
Don’t know where he lives or his real name
Can’t say for sure that he’s completely sane
A chip on his shoulder and a bad attitude
But that’s the guy, he’s just some random dude

Outro:
I once did my own research very seriously
Looking for websites that agreed with me
But these days I hardly even bother to read
I got more answers than I’ll ever need
He knows a hell of a lot and he’s never been wrong
if you want to know more all you gotta do is go to random dude
That’s random dude dot com

Random Dude

Imagine a cool summer evening in San Francisco 1964.  All your Hippies have gathered for an apartment party.  The mood is easy.  The times are crazy.  Your buzz is peaking and in  walks Delilah Lilac.  She immediately casts a spell of love over the room.  The room is lifting off into space and it is propelled by her amazing positive spirit.  She has nothing but endless love for everyong and is always the focal point of attention.  All negativity is gone and life is magical again.

Delilah Lillac

Romantic and nostalgic pieces of music with wind instruments and strings

Image by beasternchen on Pixabay (Thank you very much!)
https://pixabay.com/de/illustrations/frau-nostalgie-fenster-warten-8799149/

Nostalgie

"That's What Friends Are For" is a raw, stripped-down folk-punk anthem that captures the resilience, camaraderie, and bittersweet reflections of everyday life. Built around a driving, percussive acoustic guitar, the song thrives on its rhythmic urgency, with each strum acting as both a pulse and a protest. The lone vocal delivery is direct and heartfelt, carrying a mix of defiance and melancholy, reminiscent of classic Billy Bragg-style storytelling.

Lyrically, the song shifts between moments of nostalgia, frustration, and hope—painting vivid images of fleeting joys with old friends, quiet moments of introspection, and the unshakable feeling of being caught in a system that promises more than it delivers. The recurring chorus, delivered with an almost mantra-like intensity, reinforces the idea that friendship and solidarity are the true anchors in turbulent times.

With no excess instrumentation to hide behind, That's What Friends Are For embraces its simplicity, letting the raw emotion shine through. The stark contrast between the warmth of shared moments and the weight of personal struggle makes it an intimate yet anthemic piece—one that lingers long after the final chord fades.

That's What Friends Are For
You and I, a sunlit sky, and them
We close our eyes and sometimes we pretend

Walk on water, swim against the tide
Gazing at my shoes, I wonder why
But it doesn't stop you trying
And now the sparrows, they're all flying

(Chorus)
That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

Shadows fall on leaves as they descend
Stand beneath the trees with my old friends
Laugh at jokes I've heard ten times before
It doesn't matter, that's what we're here for

I can't help feeling that they've trained us well
Promising us heaven
While we're living here in hell
How it works out well, it all depends
On you and I, a sunlit sky, and them

But it doesn't stop you crying
And now the sparrows, they're all flying

(Chorus)
That's what friends are for
You know the score
That's what friends are for
That's what friends are for
You know the score

That's What Friends Are For [ Post punk | Singer Songwriter]

MARCY

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