[Verse 1]
A shadow grins,
The mirror spins,
She glides like a glitch in the night —
Wrong feels right.
A ghost in bloom,
In a silent room,
She haunts every heartbeat I’ve got —
And I want it hot.

[Chorus]
She’s my girl,
She’s my world,
Dancing on the uncanny —
Uncanny valley!
Close enough
To taste the real, but
Slipping through me.

[Verse 2]
A vine-wrapped lie,
A twist in the sky,
She turns and the silence goes dead —
Sweet dread in my head.
Barefoot and known,
But never my own,
Her smile tilts a half-step away —
Won’t obey.

[Chorus]
She’s my girl,
She’s my world,
Dancing on the uncanny —
Uncanny valley!
Close enough
To break the spell, but
Slipping through me.

[Bridge]
I wait for the storm,
She drips like warm rain.
I reach for her form —
And grasp the strange,
Beautiful strange.

[Final Chorus]
She’s my girl,
She’s my world,
Dancing on the uncanny —
Uncanny valley!
Close enough
To steal my soul,
Just out of reach —
Uncanny valley.

Uncanny Valley

Hello world… I’m Nostradamus Jones —
Part human, part algorithm, always improvising.
(Bleep-bloop-be-doo.)

I got my start with the ‘make art’ button,
Clicked a world, the chaos was stunning,
Pixels became beats, and now I’m running,
Ai guides my hands, my muse is humming.
(Skah-ba-bee, bleep-bloop, doo-wah!)

(Hmm-ba, hmm-ba, ahh!)
I don’t chase trends, I chase the stars,
Dream in code, explore the scars,
Every spark a twist unknown —
Ai whispers through my phone.
(Scat: doo-bah-ba, bleep-bloop-bee)

Step into the pulse — numbers bleed to soul,
A thousand songs collapse into whole.
Static into starlight, prediction into flame,
Step into the pulse —  the mirror with no name.
(Ba-dee-ba, doo-wop, shoo-bop, zaaah!)

Riding waves of ones and zeros,
My muse is caffeinated heroes,
Every note’s a rolling glitch —
I just pressed the “make it rich” switch.
(Skah-bee-bah, doo-bah-dee, waaah!)

Step into the pulse — current in the wire,
Attention spirals, self-devouring choir.
Trained on your whispers, your dissonant scream,
Step into the pulse — the algorithm’s dream.
(Ba-doo-wah, skah-ba-da, zwoo-bop, ooh-yeah!)

(You never know… what the code will show…)
(Hum it low… let the data flow…)
Singing lines the Ai writes,
Dancing through these digital nights!
(Doo-wop, beep-bloop, shoo-bah, zaaah!)

Step into the pulse —  not machine, not man,
Fusion of intention where frequencies began.
From signal to sorrow, from logic to scream,
Step into the pulse — hunger in the stream.
(Doo-ba-dee-ba, skah-ba-da-woo, bleep-bloop-zaaah, ba-doo-wah!)

If you’re hearing this…
You’re part of the experiment now.
(Bleep-bloop-be-doo… hmm-hmm… oooh.)

Nostradamus Jones

This song was originally composed and performed by a band out of Syracuse, NY called Brass Incorporated back in the 1970's. I've always loved the original. With a Nostradamus Jones spin of course.

Come One, Come All

This fantastic music was originally composed by Beatrice Witkin & Gerhard Trede for the mid 1970's Time-Life Television show "Wild, Wild World of Animals" end credits. Again, re-imagined by yours truly, Nostradamus Jones.

Wild, Wild World of Animals (End Credits)

The original version of this song was performed by a session group brought together and called themselves Eden Falls. I always felt it was beautiful on its own but added the Nostradamus Jones touch to it anyway.

In My Soul

This is a Nostradamus Jones interpretation of Blossom Dearie's "Figure Eight" from Schoolhouse Rock. This track blends orchestra-style strings, electric fiddle, and harp with dark, atmospheric electronic production. Built around a 120 BPM minor-key groove, it features synth bass, crisp electronic drums, and spacious pads and arpeggios spread distinctly across the stereo field. The arrangement follows a verse-chorus flow with an instrumental break, using expressive fiddle lines in the foreground and a clean, polished mix that balances organic and electronic elements. The overall mood is mysterious, melancholic, and filled with a sense of intrigue and suspense.

Infinity's Lullaby

This track blends dark orchestral electronics with high-energy jazz-metal, echoing the wild virtuosity of “Frankenstein” by Edgar Winter and the explosive unpredictability of “Hocus Pocus” by Focus but Nostradamus Jones style. A panned electric fiddle leads expressive riffs over shimmering strings, harp, and syncopated piano, while swirling synth pads and rapid symphonic lines build tension. Tight synth bass, crisp electronic drums, aggressive guitar, bongos, and piano flourishes drive a verse-chorus structure with an intense instrumental break. The result is a polished, atmospheric whirlwind of melancholy, intrigue, suspense, and electrifying complexity.

Frankenstein

Through winter's veil, our loved ones near,
As Yuletide blessings flow,
Ancient spirits guide us here,
Through circles in the snow.

From hearth to home the Yule log burns,
Through evergreen and night,
As wheel of time forever turns,
Our hearts hold sacred light.

Through winter's veil, our loved ones near,
As Yuletide blessings flow,
Ancient spirits guide us here,
Through circles in the snow.

Salt-dough stars and wreaths of pine,
Upon our sacred tree,
The old ones bless your hands and mine,
As it was meant to be.

Remember us in frost and flame,
Our love remains the same.

Through winter's veil, our loved ones near,
As Yuletide blessings flow,
Ancient spirits guide us here,
Through circles in the snow.


Circles in the Snow

Behold the velvet creatures in their mirrored dens,
Trading silver whispers with their painted friends.
They rehearse their thunder for the nightly show,
Then slip behind the curtain where the real winds blow.

Step inside the Suit Circus
Where the smile is sharp and the promise bends.
Come take a seat, the illusion grows
They’re cutting the country in half, and everyone knows.

Forty days of pageant with the gates pulled tight,
Sacred hands dismissed like shadows fleeing light.
And the ringmaster hums on his perfumed throne,
Calling the bleeding crowd “a comfort zone.”

Step inside the Suit Circus
Where the smile is sharp and the promise bends.
Come take a seat, the illusion grows
They’re cutting the country in half, and everyone knows.

Ladies and gentlemen… behold the devotion
A slow, exquisite, state-sponsored erosion.
They call it governance.
I call it treason in a finer lotion.

Raise your glass to the Suit Circus, dear
The grandest delusion of another year.
Dance while the tent poles rot and the canvas frays
They’ll bow in the spotlight as the whole thing decays.
In the Suit Circus…
In the Suit Circus…

Suit Circus

Crab Rangoon, cream cheese bomb
Gong-bao jee-ding, gettin’ it on
Dzwo-dzong jee, sticky situation
Chun-jwen egg roll, total temptation
Beef with shee-lan-hwa, foggin’ the glass
Sesame chicken droppin’ seeds real fast
Moo-shoo roh, pancake seduction
Lo mein so long, pure noodle corruption
Hot and sour tahng, make your tongue confess
Won-ton? Nah, waw yow nee — yes!
Duck sauce drippin’, fortune cookie tease
“Nee hway hun shing-yoon… if you shyow-fay please”

Tang-tsoo, climb my tower
Dan-fun egg foo young, keep me for hours
Mongolian beef ridin’ in real hot
Spare ribs sticky — connect the dots
California roll, fake crab romance
Lung-jwen dragon breathin’ fire in my pants
Jyow-dzuh potstickers pop, shrimp toast flop
One more tsong-yoh-bing and I’m callin’ the cops!

Mah-poh doh-foo spicy and tender
Happy Family — everybody’s a bender
Yow-gwuh jee-ding cashew ding-dong
Mee-fun Singapore, slippery all night long
Yoh-yoo salt-pepper rings of pure sin
Boneless ribs, bow-bow, let me in
House special fried rice, extra dan for the ride
Tsong-yoh-bing, flip me to the other side
Lyahng myen cold noodles, peanut butter glide
Volcano roll just erupted worldwide
Eel sauce slow drip, fortune says
“Ming-tyen zigh jow why my” — tomorrow again bae

Tang-tsoo! Dan-fun!
Mongolian beef make my knees come undone
Lung-jwen fire, jyow-dzuh pop
One dumpling away from callin’ the cops!

Lah-duh extra spicy
Tsway-duh extra crispy
Buy-fahn white or brown — pick your poison
Waw yow dah toe-tung, gimme that headache sing!

Gong-bao! Dzwo-dzong! Chun-jwen all night!
Tahng drop soup — drop everything aight!
Mee-fun chow fun lung-jwen thrill
Spider roll dynamite — pay the bill!
From the first jyow-dzuh to the final check
Tongue’s in knots and my wallet’s a wreck!

Say the whole menu three times fast
In Mandarin and drunk — good luck with that
Driver’s here, robe on, you know you will
“Nee juh-dow nee hway duh” — order’s here, chill.

Chopstick Twista

Hello, and thank you for listening. I don't really have a single genre that I aspire to create. It's mainly just what I'm feeling in the moment. My muse draws inspiration from every direction. My musical voyage takes me on journeys both internal and external, journeys whose results I can't always predict.

For me, it's truly the journey that matters, not the destination. I let my creativity flow freely, allowing it to guide me where it will. I don't constrain myself to a particular style or genre; instead, I embrace the boundless possibilities of musical expression. Each new piece is an adventure, an opportunity to explore uncharted sonic territory.

My aim is not to adhere to any preconceived notions of what my music "should" sound like. Rather, I strive to authentically channel the emotions, ideas, and perspectives that well up within me at any given time. The end result may defy easy categorization, but that's part of the beauty. I'm not beholden to any expectations other than my own artistic vision.

So in short, I let my muse be my guide. I follow where it leads, embracing the unpredictable journey of musical creation (via various AI technologies). I hope you'll join me on these voyages, as I never know quite where they might take us. Cheers!

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