The Starlight Rock Band AMAZING LIFE

I was definitely certainly probably possibly not awake all night making music. I am not tired. Now....where am I...and where is my horse?

Jazz Horn & Piano

MENDICANTE

Edgy.           (c2023)

Storm

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Tant que sous nos pieds la terre ne tremble pas
Tant qu'au-dessus de nos yeux levés le ciel est là
Tant que sur la terre nos pieds ne tremblent pas
Tant que sous le ciel nos yeux levés ne cillent pas

On lira Hemingway
On écoutera de la musique
On s'allongera dans l'herbe
Et on fera des pique-nique (bis)
On s'baladera dans les quartiers
On s ' embrassera dans les ruelles
On s'prendra un petit café
Et on boira sous les platanes (bis)

Tant que sous nos pieds la terre ne tremble pas
Tant qu'au-dessus de nos yeux levés le ciel est là
Tant que sur la terre nos pieds ne tremblent pas
Tant que sous le ciel nos yeux levés ne cillent pas

On ira au ciné
On cuisinera pour les copains
On aura des débats enflammés
Et on discutera (bis)
On chérira nos libertés
Et on aimera nos frères humains
On croira à la paix
Et on choisira (bis)

On croira à la paix...
Et s'il le faut on 's battra...

L'Armée des Enfants gâtés

30.11..2023 New View 2a

Ever wondered what happens when indie rock panic meets post-punk denial and jangle-pop optimism?

Well… this track answers it:

👉 A person literally baking a cake during a fire alarm.

The whole world outside is going full “Doom & Gloom: Live Edition” —
sirens crying, neighbours screaming, smoke creeping under the door —
and our hero is standing there like:

“Yeah yeah, apocalypse, whatever — the crust needs two more minutes.”

This song is basically the spiritual successor of:

“This is fine.”

“I’ll panic later, I’m busy.”

“If the roof falls, at least the frosting slaps.”

It’s the anthem for anyone who has ever ignored a real problem
because something in the oven was at a critical emotional moment.

Expect:
🥁 jangle guitars that sound like your smoke detector having an existential crisis
🎸 indie-rock riffs that slap harder than the collapsing ceiling
🔥 post-punk energy that whispers: “buddy… you’re not okay, but the cake is”
🍰 and a level of chaotic calmness that should not legally be allowed

If the world ever burns again (give it 48 hours),
blast this track, grab a whisk,
and remember:

WORRY NEVER BAKED A THING.

Lyrics:

While the world was burning,
I was checking the oven light.
Everybody ran outside,
I just wanted the crust right.
Sirens screaming in the streets,
and I'm measuring flour like it’s peace.
Smoke is leaking under every door,
but hey — the batter needs a little more.

Maybe I should worry,
but worry never baked a thing.
Maybe I should hurry,
but hurry never made it sing.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might drop, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

The smoke turned into dancing ghosts,
cheering for the butter I added most.
Someone knocked and yelled: “Get out!”
But the batter rose — so I stayed devout.
There’s chaos on the news tonight,
but I’m beating eggs like I’m ready to fight.
Ash is falling like confetti rain,
and I’m greasing the pan to stay sane.

Maybe it looks foolish,
but foolish keeps me whole.
If life’s a burning building,
I’ll frost it with control.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might fall, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

Let the ashes fall, let the headlines scream —
I’ll stir the chaos into whipped-cream dreams.
If everything crumbles and nothing survives,
I’ll still bake sweetness into bitter lives.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the world collapsing like it means me harm.
Everyone’s running but I stay in place —
there’s magic rising in this metal case.
If the night goes dark, I’ll still stay warm —
in a kitchen storm, in a sugar-storm.
Yeah, the city can crumble, the sirens can whine —
I’ll be here baking —
the cake is mine.

Baking a Cake in a Fire Alarm

Another track revisited today, new version and mix of our song about football ,cocaine and night club life

Champagne Part two

Bronx born songwriter/musician
All songs written and performed by Vino

Edgy. (c2023)

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