Summer 2025

Daily Drops

ilasky

Your Mix 1

Box Number Twelve

Thomas GT

Copy of Clay Young

Conga and Bass brothers

Shine

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

The only bomb that should be acceptable to mankind.

"Sex Bomb" is a song by Welsh singer Tom Jones (you probably waited for this ;)). Performed in collaboration with German DJ and producer Mousse T., it was released in November 1999 on Jones' 34th album "Reload".

Guitar by my son Gideon.
We hope you'll enjoy the show.



Sex Bomb (Tom Jones / Mousse T. - Giddy & Rob Jam)

Yecidera Ondiver

Turn of Time / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
BPM 100
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Basic track by Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
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joerxworx: alto saxophone, final mix & mastering

Turn of Time by Paploviante // sax remix

Bubba Wants A Moon Pie

A friend of mine has a severely autistic son who is now in his early 20's. He can't speak and has the mind of someone around three years old- but that is determined by the way we think.  Who knows how complex his thinking really is.  His name is Lorenzo. He loves to do puzzles and listen to music. 

One afternoon as I was laying the piano track for this music,  my son was talking to the mother on speaker phone and Lorenzo could hear me playing the piano.  He stopped doing his puzzle to listen.  That is how he connects. He loves music. When I heard that I knew I needed to finish this music for him. I haven't seen this friend for a very long time but she is coming to visit in a few weeks and I will be meeting Lorenzo for the first time. I wonder,  will he recognize the music?

Lorenzo's Song

Sketch no. 5; dream

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

let me be there for you

Heartache In My Levi's

#softpop #lovesong #loss #soulmate #gameoflove #femalevocals #sadsong #folkpop #harmonies

losing game

Somehow, musicians seem to have the same vibes in their heads. Because it's a miracle again. I had already finished the song as an instrumental piece, and then I searched on Looperman.com for a suitable acappella vocal and found something that fit so well that it seems as if I had composed the instrumentation later.

The suitable song I found is 'Sehveeneetahlahn' by Allia Elvish, performed by the amazing italian singer Kyba. The lyrics are in Aale Elvish — a constructed Elvish-like language inspired by Esperanto. I immediately liked the sound of this unusual language and, as I said, I was totally surprised at how well the singing fit my song. It's a little miracle 🙂.

Original Version: https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23656/sehveeneetahlahn-by-alliaelvish-120bpm-electronic-acapella

Allia Elvish on Soundcloud: @allia-elvish

Lyric: Allia Elvish
Vocals: Kyba 
Music & Arrangement: OMCB



Lyrics

SEHVEENEETAHLAHN (Aale Elvish)
DEAL (English)

Nnee neh hievahv mnyahltan tehnfeh see tee-ehleen
We don't have much time here
Nnee neh dehvahv ehftehseen geen feh sahnahtihlahee deheefehn
We don't have to spend it on useless activities
Sehfah mnyisehngehlin
The biggest lie
Teeah nee seeahn deeheefen:
that's what we always said:
Hermnahn ehvtahv lah sahmnayleen
People are all the same

Mnyehsehgehee nehneenah haifah lainahn
Lies never help us
Teeah seeah flayee sehteevah ahl ahseeah flessee-etssin
The ones who contribute the most to their species
lah flehee vehnainahn
are the best
Lah vahsehsee-eh dehvsehseen
Society must
mnahneh hehsehfehnee seenahn
reward them greatly

Seeah dehvah sahtehvayseeah
Everyone has to contribute
Seeah ehvtehs dahdehseeah
There will always be studies
sahee tsehlahveh-hehseeah
and a lot of work

NEE SEHSEHV veevee see sai tsehvehnehsse
WE WILL SEEK to live more and better
Ahteengah neeahn nehvahn haimnyeelahn
To reach our new home
Lah sehneh mnehtehvsseh
The sun will die
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL

Nee dehvahv dehnee mnyahltah fleevahleh-heefehn
We need to give a lot of value
Feh teeahee seeahee ehlgahv flee gehnehteesee fahtayleen
to those who help with genetics research and space
vaheeahgahdehfihn
travel
Sahee tsehaheheeihleen
And areas
sahayah hehlfah eeleenfehn
that help them

Nee veevehv dahn sehntehee dah eehe-eihtseen
We will live for hundreds of years
nehmneeah nahseegehv sahn leemeh-ee sahee mnyalsahnaheenahn
No one will be born with limits and diseases
Vahfahseh fah-hehseen
Space will save
hehmeeneh sehtah fehmeenahn
people from extinction
Daheesehn seen sehseh meetseen
Thank you, science and cosmos

Sah leeah mneytah teetehseeah
On your deathbed
Seeahee sehnteevahaylah
What contributions
vee fah-hih veh lah fehsehlah?
have you made to the species?

NEE SEHSEHV veevee see sai tsehvehnehsse
WE WILL SEEK to live more and better
Ahteengah neeahn nehvahn haimnyeelahn
To reach our new home
Lah sehneh mnehtehvsseh
The sun will die
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL

Sehveeneetahlahn - Allia Elvish feat. Kyba & OMCB

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Drown

Produced in the
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Sydney - Australia
Artwork:  @azcreativestudiosydney

18.7.2025

Elara - De-Resolution

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

The sky turned black the sun burned red 
Ashes of dreams where we once tread 
Fields of gold now graves of grey
 Who chose this price we had to pay  

Scorched earth beneath our feet 
No shade no fruit no retreat 
Rivers ran dry and the fish all died 
Man destroyed earth why oh why oh why

Scorched earth blues .mp3

(Femme d’Aujourd’hui)

Hold me in your arms
Viens sécher mes larmes
Hold me in your arms
Oui, je rends les armes
Femme d’aujourd’hui

Liberté et solitude
Si je brille dans la nuit
Contradictoire attitude…

Hold me in your arms
Viens sécher mes larmes
Hold me in your arms
Oui, je rends les armes
Femme d’aujourd’hui

Doutes et certitudes
Oui, je pleure dans la nuit
Je mens, congrat’itude…

Hold me in your arms
Viens sécher mes larmes
Hold me in your arms
Oui, je rends les armes
Je rends les armes…

Je rends les armes…

HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS

Return, Feel, to live...

step by step

Life's a simulation

"My interest in producing house music was sparked by the inspiration of a significant person in my life, and I've decided to pursue it."

#newrelease #somethingnew

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

23.7.2025

Artwork:  #azcreativestudiosydney

Hypnotic House

Still Think Positive / Paploviante Open Collaboration Offer 
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Still Think Positive (Open Collab Offer)

Thanks to @Encym @markjbennett, @mark-hoogslag and @pleudoniem for feedback on earlier versions

Through the trees, a forest
The end has started,
the beginning begun.

Tides are turning
War was over, 
or so we thought

*Out with the old
In with the new
if you don't know 
which is which
what you're gonna do?

You chose, you stepped, 
you thought you knew, 
Yet the tree still asks: 
Who chooses who?
Who chooses who?

Keep on climbing the decision tree
Up the branches, to infinity
decided for you and me

For Regulo Tortolero:

A través de los árboles, un bosque
El fin ha comenzado,
el comienzo comenzó.

Las mareas están cambiando
La guerra había terminado, 
o eso pensábamos

Fuera el viejo
Dentro el nuevo
si no sabes 
cuál es cuál
¿qué vas a hacer?

Elegiste, diste un paso, 
creíste que lo sabías, 
Sin embargo, el árbol sigue preguntando: 
¿Quién elige a quién?
¿Quién elige a quién?

Sigue subiendo
el árbol de las decisiones
Al final seremos libres

Decision tree

It’s ok
It’s ok to be me 
To be me.
Me me.
It’s hard to me
To be…
Me
Me 
Me

Ending… just when…
I thought it was just the start
Of something unexpected 
Unexplainable
Unable to see
I guess it isn’t meant to be
Wasn’t meant to be 
To be for me

Damn it all to hell
Blow the world up
I don’t care (I don’t care)
Put me to bed. Empty my fucking head.
I’ve spent my life trying to
Satiate those who pretend to care
But I am spent.(I am spent. Spent)
My money is all gone
My heart broken too many times to count
I surrender to the dark gods of yesterday
Hoping for a better day.

If my disappointing days counted as spare change
I’d have an overflowing piggy with disgusting mange
Instead I have a lean piglet pink and dumb
As losing leaves no change but just tired senseless young 

Ending… just when…
I thought it was just the start
Of something unexpected 
Unexplainable
Unable to see
I guess it isn’t meant to be
Wasn’t meant to be 
To be for me

It’s ok
It’s ok to be me 
To be me.
Me me.
It’s hard to me
To be…
Me
Me 
Me

It’s ok
It’s ok to be me 
To be me.
Me me

it’s ok to be me

Show Me Your Sexy Tattoo, Lyrics Gerald E. Greene

Lyrics

Yeah, they talk about a pot of gold, a treasure at the end, right?
 But all I see are broken roads, where futures never mend, 
Paved with promises of light, a yellow brick they swore was true, 
But out here in the concrete night, ain't no damn dream comin' through. 
Chasin' rainbows on the blacktop, where the sirens scream and blare, 
Another whisper, soft and empty, vanished into thin, polluted air. 
Worked my fingers to the bone, put my soul into the quest, 
But the only thing I'm findin' is a permanent arrest 
Of potential, of ambition, shackled tight and laid to waste, 
This ain't no land of wishes, just a bitter, lingering taste.

Somewhere over the rainbow, they said the skies were crystal blue, 
But the canvas was a con, the pigments fake, the whole damn view. 
Just another twisted story, sold to souls that longed to fly, 
Now we’re stuck beneath this grey horizon, watchin' all our good dreams die. 
The vivid hues they promised, just a monochrome despair, 
Left with only heavy burdens, and the ghosts of what ain't there.

Used to stare up at the ceiling, see that spectrum in my mind,
 A different path, a brighter ending, leaving all the hurt behind. 
They said "reach for the stars," well, my hands just clutched at air, 
Every single aspiration, just a burden I still bear. 
That "somewhere over the rainbow" turned into a haunting sound,

Of opportunities I squandered, never truly coming 'round.
The echoes of the laughter from the life that could've been, 
Just another silent whisper, where a hopeful dream had been. 
Underneath a cold, dead moon, not a sun, just endless blight, 
Just the wreckage of illusions in this never-ending night.

Shattered Spectrum

Hey Amigos!! Back with a fresh Instrumental.
For a new Party Responsible track coming.
Real soon. Kalimba. Glock. Bass. Beats.
Keeping it raw and spacious. For vocal.
90 Bpm. Appreciate you listening etc.
Uploaded on 30/07/2025

What you wanna do

This song tells the story of an aging former Walk of Fame movie star who once basked in the Hollywood limelight and was everyone’s sweetheart on the silver screen. With the passage of time, fewer screen roles come her way, and she begins to depend on red wine to cope with her depression and grief. Eventually, she decides to end it all. Indeed, glory, fame and fortune are a young girl's game in Hollywood, which is riddled with stereotypes of beauty and youth. This emotional and moving song is a dedication to those who have taken their lives over the years in Hollywood and elsewhere due to societal pressures to retain their youth, beauty and fame.  

Please check-out our new music video with Stephen Wrench entitled "Ripples of Time".
YouTube music video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsP33Usruz4
VEVO music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSN9QLKwCJ4
Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/album/0nuoifFQB30VMyI6PZN5S3

Timeless

Ripples of Time

Ripples Of Time MASTERED- Wav

Best of Me is a rock-driven anthem written with raw emotion and grit. It tells the story of giving your all to someone who took you for granted. With powerful guitar riffs and intense vocals, the song blends anger and vulnerability, capturing the fight to reclaim strength after being broken.

Best of me

Way overdue for something new but I've been living in exile without the usual, albeit modest, setup I'm used to. So this might be pretty rough. And it's full of the usual horror at political realities and way full of schmaltzy velveeta. 

Guitarist note:  I don't have amps at present and was struggling to find a decent direct sound. There is a *free* VST plugin by Neural Amp DSP and online libraries of tone prints, also free, that came to the rescue. Highly recommended.

it's alright for you as long as it's alright
you don't mind what they do in the broad daylight

it never could be you

but you don't see the way you're blinded
they'll never drag you down to the places meant for those

do you feel the color of your soul
when you live with love suspended hiding in a hole
the moment is yours but you don't believe 
you won't believe what lies there ripening 
growing in your mind without you knowing

now it could be you

and as you feel the weight of the binding
you know they're dragging you down to the places meant for those

to liberate the light of every heart and mind
you can say it never paying any price

there's a little part of everyone that knows 
we're only playing separate lives 
till true faith arrives

if there's every gonna be a change 
let it start right here

you know it could be you

It Could Be You

This Empty World 

It is hard to escape the unrest in the world at the moment, horrific picture of  starving children, millions dying in wars, Psychopaths running countries and threatening nuclear war if they don’t get what they want. Very frightening times. 

All of this is having a profound effect on me and I am sure on a lot of normal people and I wonder, do these So called leaders have any idea of the effect all of these bombs going off and exhaust from tanks and jets is having on our Atmosphere ? what would happen to humanity if they actually did press that Nuclear button?  Armageddon would be released followed by disease and mother earth would fight back. 

With this as a mental backdrop, I had an idea for a song about the last human being left alive on Earth after such an event. There would have to be a “ Last man standing “  A bitter sweet experience to have survived nuclear wars, pandemic after pandemic and the death of life on the planet but to be All alone in this empty world. I had the music but not the lyrics. I sent off what I had to my Friend and musical collaborator Finn Eces and what you are about to hear is the amazing result.

Thank you Finn for the Lyrics, such top class vocals and harmonies and a Class mix and professional Production . 

Music : Johnny Mc Farlane 
Lyrics : Finn Eces 
Vocals: Finn Eces 
Lead Guitar : Finn Eces 
Production and mastering: Finn Eces 

Check out Finn   https://on.soundcloud.com/1CiSAJze02IRz2ePFE


This Empty World 

In the stone dead mist there stands the world's last man 
In his stone cold fist holds the world’s last plan 
Now the skies don’t speak  and silent oceans wreak 
not another soul to seek in this empty world 

In this empty world, This empty world  

In the silent streets was heard, a weak heartbeat 
Will our own disease be our last defeat ? 
Mother earth is ill  and her breath grows still 
Just one more grave to fill this empty world 

This empty world
This empty world  

Chorus
Is there anyone here to remember me ? 
Is there anyone here to recall ? 
Does anyone see ? 
Does anyone hear ? 
I don’t what to the be the last 

This empty world,
this empty world  
In this Empty World, 
this Empty World


Chorus
Is there anyone here to remember me ? 
Is there anyone here to recall ? 
Does anyone live ? 
Does anyone breath ? 
Lights went out and now the darkness reigns 
In this empty world in this empty world

This Empty world ( Featuring Finn Eces )

Never Saw It Coming is an emotional pop/R&B song about unexpected heartbreak. The lyrics capture the shock of love ending suddenly, leaving only confusion and pain. With powerful and heartfelt vocals, the song blends vulnerability and intensity, portraying the struggle of facing loss that arrived without warning, shattering trust and hope.

Never Saw it coming

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

The Phenomena Of Triangulation

Music lover & singer-songwriter. Many thanks for taking the time to listen.

Unless noted, all songs Copyright © Robert S. Dean.