Very cool, and medieval!!! 🏰 , great instrumentals!

Valerie

Mixed Bag

DroneData

I'm not sure which is more maddening these days — the situation in Ukraine or the situation in America. Hell, the middle east is also crap. I'm just mad at it all. 

The air-raid siren was recorded in Kyiv by vkvych (freesound.org).

(This tune is downloadable.)
I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest. 
© 2025 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Run For Cover

He's been impeached twice before. Maybe the third time will be the charm.

(This tune is downloadable.)
I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.
© 2025 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

Impeach

Despite this fascist administration trying to take over everything, we shall rise up and vote them out. Vote Blue!!! 

(This tune is downloadable.)
I compose in MIDI, using Logic Pro and sound libraries from EastWest.
© 2025 Rebecca Williams All rights reserved.

We Shall Rise Up

SOMEDAY

For Tom.......

Don’t you know?

I don’t understand this pain.
I was never harsh or cruel.
My love for you was unequaled on this earth. 
Don’t you know how much my love was worth?

I can’t delete the past,
your picture on my phone.
I’m notified; every day I’m crucified.
Don’t you know how much my love was worth?

I’ve walked alone in twilight worlds,
held counsel with the dead.
I fell to my knees said “I’m ready Lord”;
perhaps, you should know what I’ve said.

You have broken every bond.
imparted so much hate.
My love for you was unequaled on this earth.

Don’t you know how much my love was worth?
Don’t you know how much my love was worth?

I’ve walked alone in twilight worlds,
held counsel with the dead.
I fell to my knees said “I’m ready Lord”.
Perhaps you should know what I’ve said.

Don’t you know how much my love was worth?
Don’t you know how much my love was worth?


Written by Paul Vasey

Don't You Know (PJ Mix)

*Lyrics were adapted from a poem by a friend Deanna

BREAKING PAROLE

Breaking parole by killing time
Hours passed away at the scene of the crime
Shoot the breeze, easy boy . . . do as you please, oh easy boy
Sittin’ there, you don’t have to care . . . Shoot the breeze, if you dare

Sittin’ there unaware as the years go by
Just chewin’ the fat, and tellin’ lies
Shoot the breeze, easy boy . . . do as you please, oh easy boy
Sittin’ there, you don’t have to care . . . Shoot the breeze, if you dare	

What will they say when you’re old and grey ?
And holding out for that one more day
Ya’ wanna’ do what comes to mind . . . only to find . . . there’s just no time

Hey . . . no time . . . you broke parole by killing time
Hours passed away at the scene of the crime
Now there’s no way out . . . oh you better keep in line

Breaking parole by killing time
Hours passed away at the scene of the crime
Shoot the breeze, easy boy . . . do as you please, oh easy boy
Sittin’ there, you don’t have to care . . . Shoot the breeze, if you dare

What will they say when you’re old and grey ?
And holding out for that one more day
Ya’ wanna’ do what comes to mind . . . only to find . . . there’s just no time

Hey . . . no time . . . you broke parole by killing time
Hours passed away at the scene of the crime
Now there’s no way out . . . oh you better keep in line

- - - SAX SOLO  - - -

What will they say when you’re old and grey ?
And holding out for that one more day
Ya’ wanna’ do what comes to mind . . . only to find . . . there’s just no time

Hey . . . no time . . . you broke parole by killing time
Hours passed away at the scene of the crime
Now there’s no way out . . . oh you better keep in line


BREAKING PAROLE

The female vocalist at the end is a VST I used to support the artist that attempted this song. The Chorus vocals are pitchy (though they probably all are 🤪) and are just placeholders

Clicking through ethernet holes
The rabbit leading the chase
He caught a virus while digging with moles
And he hardly shows his face

Put the pot on
The pot on to boil
And boil the fever away

Put the pot on
The pot on to boil
And boil the fever away

He worshipped the valleys of silicone hell
He obsessed over his X
He heard the echoes from the walls of his cell
And believed every word it reflects

Feeling smaller, smaller
Feeling smaller, smaller
Feeling so small
Seeking the truth in the cuckoo’s call
Feeling bigger, bigger
Feeling bigger, bigger
Feeling so big
Think they’re the king when they’re the suckling pig

Put the pot on
The pot on to boil
And boil the fever away

Put the pot on
The pot on to boil
And boil the fever away

Put the pot on
The pot on to boil
And boil the fever away

Put the pot on
The pot on to boil
And boil the fever away

Put The Pot On

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