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*Satirical parody of business as usual politics :)
 
Devil’s Smile

Well I’m a man of distinction, a man of means
And I lay claim to everything I see
Got this world in the palm of my hand
I’m on a mission and I got a plan
And as I rise all fall for the Devil’s smile
Devil’s smile

Well I take from the poor and I give to the rich
Yea and that’s ok cause you know, well life just a bitch ain’t it
I’m the hand of God one of the chosen few
And I was called to reign over you
As I rise all fall for the Devil’s smile
Devil’s smile

So¯\_(ツ)_/¯lo

Wrapped in a flag, cross in my hand
I'll leave my mark scorched across the land
Nothing to sacred for me to screw
You know I’ll get mine and I’ll get yours too

Cause I’m your public servant, the peoples choice
For the right price I’ll be your voice
Do what I want, commit any sin
And all you fools just vote me back in

Got this world in the palm of my hand
I’m on a mission and I got a plan
And as I rise all fall for the Devil’s smile
Devil’s smile
Devil’s smile

DevilsSmile

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Thank You (Dido's commentary)

The Time Traveller

A mix of rock and instrumental 
Scottish heroes and stories of old 

The Mountains Weep

The dukes cold shadow

A compilation of strings. It’s all about the strings. 

Misty eyes

Caminos de MI DAW Jzz

The Echo of his Own

I Keep Holding On

Ashes in the Rearview

House of the Risin' Sun

"Over the Old Bridge" is an emotional acoustic folk instrumental with cinematic undertones and a deeply introspective atmosphere. From the very first notes, the melody walks us gently across a symbolic old bridge—one made of memories, whispers, and moments suspended in time.

The guitar takes center stage, weaving delicate phrases that evoke nostalgia, while soft ambient textures hold the space with quiet strength. It’s a piece that speaks without words, ideal for moments of reflection, heartfelt storytelling, or simply watching the world slow down.

Inspired by a sense of longing and warmth, this composition brings to mind golden afternoons, unsent letters, and promises carried by the wind.

Perfect for film scores, emotional documentaries, or personal stories, this song resonates with anyone seeking to connect through memory, sincerity, and the quiet beauty of the real.

Over the Old Bridge L.Rivera

Protected by a witch

Nous sommes
Tous des amis
Faisons de la musique

Evolution 1

Ceilidh by the Loch.mp3

"Twisted Day" is a retro-futuristic synth pop anthem born from frustration, chaos, and quiet resilience.

When everything goes wrong — the wall peels, the screw won’t fit, time turns against you — this track captures that slow-burning spiral… and the spark that refuses to die.
Blending dreamy arpeggios, atmospheric pads, and a haunting yet empowering vocal line, Twisted Day walks the edge between defeat and rebirth.


Twisteday

Like a puppet on a string

MIDDLE AGE by NOVA J

[Vers 1]
Where’s the train, it’s rollin’
Oh, I missed my station 
There’s my mind, controllin’
Low on inspiration 

I’m not here to misbehave
I’ve got no more oats to sew
I’m damn near my middle age
You know how the story goes

[Pre Chorus]
And time goes fast
Time goes too fast

[Chorus]
And the world is changin’ (changin’)
Oh the world is changin’ fast
All these wars I’m waging (waging)
I don’t know if I will last

[Hook]
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end

[Vers 2]
Look around 
Looks like I missed the memo
Starin’ down
It’s a long hard fall below 

I’m too tired to keep on climbin’ 
But I’m too afraid to fall
I’ve worked hard for what is mine
And I’m so scared to lose it all 

[Pre Chorus]
And time goes fast
Time goes too fast

[Chorus]
And the world is changin’ (changin’)
Oh the world is changin’ fast
All these wars I’m waging (waging)
I don’t know if I will last

[Hook]
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end

[Bridge]
I know I somehow made it halfway
But there’s so much I don’t know
I know how scared I feel on some days
Is there any room to grow?
I don’t know (ooooh)
I just don’t know (ooooh)
I don’t know

[Outro]
I’m not here to misbehave
You know how the story goes
I’m damn near my middle age
But I’m praying I can grow
And time goes fast
Time goes too fast
And the world is changin’ (changin’)
Oh the world is changin’ fast
All these wars I’m waging (waging)
I don’t know if I will last
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end

MIDDLE AGE

Quiero escribir, y qué, 
de ti y de mí 
Un poema sin cuello ni solapas 
Y describir, por qué
Cientos de ojos, que miran,
a través de rendijas sin luz, 
escupen balas 
Y los perros que ladran, en azul,
como niños debajo de una mesa 
Ven a los muertos, carentes de ataúd,
Llenos de vida sin boca y sin orejas 

Quiero escribir, y qué, de ti de mí 
Bocanadas de sol,
en la esquina donde orina la luna 
Y un borracho la ve,
a través de un cristal 
de piedra y nubes,
con esa claridad,
que da la oscuridad de la ceguera, de un horizonte curvo y vertical 
Por encima del aire 
Por debajo del mar 

Quiero escribir, y qué, de ti y de mí 
De nosotros, de nada 
De ese vacío de volar del revés 
De caminar con alas 
De atravesar, sin puerta, una pared 
De arañar las palabras 
De romper una nube con los pies 
De arrancarle las puntas 
a una estrella apagada 
De navegar con cien velas,de cera, 
en la nao del océano, 
de cada madrugada. 

Quiero escribir, y qué, de ti y de mí 
De una duda basada en la certeza 
De una mentira repleta de verdades 
De una verdad mentirosa y ajada 
De unos zapatos puestos en la cabeza 
De una camisa, arrancada con piel,
tendida en una cuerda 
dee secar la colada 
De un corazón sin venas que lo rieguen 
De una sangre marrón 
De un alma decorada,
con las conchas que mueren en la arena,
de un río de agua salada 

Quiero escribir, y qué, de ti y de mí 
De la gente 
De un gato callejero 
De una plaza sin bancos ni farolas 
Del inmenso agujero 
de la capa de ozono 
De ese Dios de papel,
colgado entre la fe 
y la teoría del mono. 
De ese cura que cura la locura 
De ese poeta que nunca vió las flores 
De ese pintor, que pintaba el amor,
sin pincel ni colores 
De ese escultor, 
que se esculpió así mismo,
mientras caía toda su inspiración 
al fondo de un abismo. 

Quiero escribir, y qué, 
de ti y de mí 
De nosotros, 
De nada 
Envolviéndolo todo en un papel, 
con tinta de mi hiel,
y vísceras atadas,
a un sentimiento tan bello y cruel, 
Como es el de saber 
Que nunca supe nada 

Quiero escribir, y qué,
Y otra vez que 
Y después, una rosa 
Y después, tú

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