I hear a sad farewell, Peter, to an old friend you feel you've lost. And maybe you have. I truly admire your devotion to your England....may you get her back someday.

A very committed song .... about a system that is now beyond our understanding .... about these leaders who are all (and I do mean all) moulded in the same mould .... Where money and power are the watchwords. This indignation that you are so rightly singing about should be heard by many .... and would perhaps give people a wake-up call .... But that's another story. EXCELLENT my Friend.

Theres very little i feel part of in my country now......Amazing words, guitar and fab vocal delivery Peter.

It's a pleasure to hear this wonderful composition again. Sometimes the worst moments bring out the best ideas, and in this case, with a serious social commitment that reflects the rottenness and disintegration of our values.

A superbly written tone poem..so true in every respect...An outstanding delivery of this outstanding work.

A deeply moving lament Peter. Like Dylan's sentiment: And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it  And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it  Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’  But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’ ... you embody and espouse this in today's crazy world. I feel fortunate to be able to hear this from you.

Good on you Peter. If we all protest maybe some one will listen...Johnny

The softness of the performance belies the loud impact of the lament! **applauding**

deftly expressed, Peter, the repetition of 'a penny for your thoughts' adds persuasion. Love the harmonica break, has a Dylan vibe to it !

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Songwriting und Lyrics by René Methner / Recorded by Para Lia / Mix und Master by Lakesidestudio, Berlin

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Cindy Methner - Vocal
Michael Schlottke - Bass
Emanuel Mukow - Drums
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with the cream of the jest
at the wheel we are blessed

with shrill and loud disputes
straight ahead the downwards route

in neverland

infantile speech for the dumb
for all the sheeps

we are underestimated rats
gold-givers for spoiled cats

in neverland

s.o.s. we lose contact with the cell
in the end we lose contact with ourselves
in neverland

Para Lia - Neverland

Giving And Taking
------Cloud Stepping
(Chorus)
Life is relative, to the one that’s living it
Inside outlook, to giving and taking it
Experience god’s works, all senses
We were given just a little bit
We couldn’t handle it all 
the few we have can nearly fit---NOT barely
the few we have can nearly fit

(Verse1)
If we knew it all, and all
Then nothing would matter
It’s all a puzzle to be solved
We have always been the answer
The plan of god without reward
Evolves in different ways
We are all awake in different dreams
To let the devil play

(Verse2)
Who amongst us hear the screams
Of millions of lives lost, 
and don’t look on it as savagery
And wonder what’s the cost
What’s the worth, and what’s the cost
Are we listening or not
Are we listening or not

Giving And Taking

Additional vcls B.Browning

SOMEONE SAID
DON’T GO MISTAKING PARADISE WITH A HOME ACROSS THE ROAD AND I SAY
DON’T GO MISTAKING WICKED.COM WITH WICKEDMOVIE.COM OH NO
IT MIGHT LEAD YOU INTO A MATTEL GLITCH SOMETHING YOU DON’T REALLY WISH EVEN IF YOU’RE OVER 21
BREAK A LEG DON’T BREAK AN ARM SKIING IN THE TELLURIDE
ET CAETERA MAN AUX ARMES SOUVIENS-TOI, BONNIE AND CLYDE
BEING OVER SEVENTY ONE
I THOUGHT I MIGHT CLICK ON THE LINK COULD I BELIEVE I SAW ? OH NO
OVER 6000 WICKED SCENES
HOW CAN THEY ALL FIT IN ONE SCREEN? OBSCENE MAN OBSCENE
I’D RATHER HAVE THE LAND OF OZ A TALKING GOAT WITH A POINTED HAT A FEMALE CHILD GLINDA THE GOOD ELPHABA GALINDA TIT FOR TAT
SANS COMPTER MADAME MORRIBLE WHAT IS LIFE BUT A SILLY RIDDLE ENFIN BREF
AU FESTIVAL DE TELLURIDE
OU QUE TU SOIS OU MÊME AILLEURS MES MEILLEURS VŒUX DES INVALIDES DE MÉNILMUCHE, DU SACRÉ CŒUR
OUI CAR TOUT ÇA C’EST D’LA BROUTILLE L’IMPORTANT MAN, C’EST LA FAMILLE PAS VRAI ?
REMY MAGALI REBECCA REBECCA REMY MAGALI AND PHYLLIS OF COURSE
HERE’S TO THE SOCCER PLAYERS BON ANNIV BON ANNIV EMMANUEL

MATTEL GLITCH (Lyrics) Song for Emmanuel

Danger Girl (Remix)

37°

Hooked on you (Remix)

It's a pleasure to see the sun again ! In this track I used classical guitar, electric piano & guitar, piano, percussions, drums & bass. Thank you for passing by and listening !
Composition: Julien Apelian
Recording studio: Audio Colors
May, 17th, 2025

Here comes the sun again

Cover Art: Wilhelm Grimm (left) and Jacob Grimm (right), portrayed by Elisabeth Jerichau-Baumann (1855) PD-US
Music and Lyrics Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino

Hansel and Gretel were abandoned by their parents in the forest all alone.
They stumbled across a delicious looking candy-coated home.  A cannibalistic witch captured them and put them in a cage. Those were the kind of stories they used to tell children at a young age.

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty and things were not going fine 
We had to sanitize the stories because our modern stomachs are weak
And you’ll get in trouble if you read a book to kids, and it makes them shriek

Three little pigs were in a brick house trying really hard to survive 
The big bad wolf came down the chimney, fell in a pot of water and was boiled alive.
Cinderella’s stepsisters wanted to marry the prince, but they couldn’t fit into her shoes so they chopped off their heels and toes because they had so much to lose 

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty, and things were not going fine 
Little Red Riding Hood in the bedroom with a wolf dressed in human clothes.
Wondering why her grandmother had sharp teeth and a snout instead of a nose. Jack climbed the beanstalk, there was a giant who wanted to grind up his bones and make some bread. He stole the magic harp and the hen that laid golden eggs and the giant ended up dead

There’s days when you want to take a sheet of tin foil and stick it in your baseball cap
To keep all those negative thoughts from getting in your head and making you a miserable chap
Did it all start when you were a child, and your mother read you that bed time story that perhaps in retrospect may have been a bit too dark and gory

The brothers Grim told stories that were a reflection of their time
There was disease famine and poverty and things were not going fine 
Now we environmental devastation, nuclear weapons and milk that might have bird flu
Just turn on the news you don’t need a fairy tale to put the fear of God in you
But if you take away all the parts that are dark, sick twisted and gory. 
Do you have anything left that actually resembles a good story.
***
Vocals and backing vocals -  Joe Stroffolino 
Guitars - Joe Stroffolino ( 2 Strumming tracks: Taylor 114ce and Fender Squire and I picking track:Taylor114ce)
Bass, Saxophone, Horns: PG Music Real tracks
Piano andi Strings: PG Music and Native Instruments
Drums: EZ drummer 3
Recorded, mixed and mastered with Logic Pro 11

The Brothers Grim

What a damned shame that after some six million years of human evolution, two and a half thousand years of democracy and eight centuries of habeas corpus, we look about us and see most of the planet ruled by thugs.  Wherever you turn, oppressive regimes hiding behind the tattered sacks of the shattered fragments of their failed, preposterous, sham ideologies assault the fundamentals of basic human liberty while the world stands and watches.  Not just the real pro’s - the arch criminal nepotistic despots of China, Russia and North Korea but most of the basket case that is Africa and great swathes of South America, Asia, Eastern Europe and the Middle East.

And England.

Lucy Connolly is a political prisoner.  Victim of the corrupt filth now running the smouldering ashes of what used to be a democratic place called England.  As the odious, grasping, duplicitous, fraudulent crook Keir Starmer coddles his twisted, immoral coterie he spits on the scales of justice to suit his imbalanced, misguided, destructive, lunatic cravings.

I make no apologies for reposting this protest against vicious human rights injustice, but I hang my head in shame that here it shines a light on the judicial farce that the country I love, has now become.

If you are unaware of this travesty, look here:

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2025/05/21/lucy-connolly-sentence-rapists-paedophiles-terror/
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Penny for Your Thoughts

A penny for your thoughts my friend, as the shades befall our eyes.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, our last sunrise sanctified.
Can your heart excuse the scoundrels that crucified our pride?
Has your spirit taken refuge where false memories reside?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, as we kiss our last goodbye.

A penny for your thoughts my friend, on ideologies of dross,
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on their terminal human cost.
As the pearls of timebound sacred truth are slowly crushed to dust 
By rotten teeth of twisted swine that stole our naive trust.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on the cause that we have lost.

A penny for your thoughts my friend, try to block their screams of pain.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, soon be our turn again.
Confessional lies drawn out by the inquisitor’s electric wires
Aided and abetted by his friends, the long-nosed pliers.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on this democratic stain.

Dreams of putting wrongs to right from umbrella crowds of truth,
Aspiring to freedom’s voice for tomorrow’s happy youth,
When the path strewn with hope’s flowers was the way that they would choose,
Recall those gleaming spectral nights when light breezed through our minds
A penny for your thoughts my friend, were we blind to the defiled?

A penny for your thoughts my friend, shall we pass this way again?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, now we’ve nothing to defend.
Will the ages tell of heroes lying butchered for the cause?
Or will state history be rewritten by false hearted troubadours?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, as we look back to the end.

Lucy Connolly

This song is dedicated to Ayrton Senna, Roland Ratzenberger, Jules Bianchi, Elio De Angelis & Riccardo Piletti. They all died doing what they loved. Senna's death fixed the design properly...  It took Jules Bianchi's death in particular to make it the much safer sport it is today from a procedural point of view... This Romain Grojean proved in his last race in an F1 car. How Romain survived I still don't know but it's a testament to F1's safety in keeping it's people as safe as possible. Before Senna's death F1 crashes and even tragic deaths were for me a really bad reflection on us and showed a huge lack of humanity and no matter what the want to be entertained... Jackie Stewart should also get a mention for leading the path to proper safety 🔆🏎️🙌🏼


Update: Ya little beauty... Just made my guitar sound like an F1 engine using eBow and slide and distorted and delay... 1 live run throughout. Schweeeeet

Update: Added f1 engines from 1980's to 2000's... Plan is to use secific engine sounds to mark specific drivers and moments... for now just engine evoution through the song

Update: Added lead electric guitar and drove the vocal line home more

Update: 777bpm hard rock drum beat added time stretch by 10 (this worked as I had originally chosen 21/1 timing to lock in that phrase symmetry for the unusual BPM)and then also added another bass and snare only beat as per normal at 777bpm. This beat fades in along with a distorted rhythm electric guitar that was the weirdest thing I've ever played.. or at least it felt that way playing it. Also added way more power to vocal since initial line. Added in the power of solar flares and more painting time with music projection

Tempo 777 BPM
Timing 21/1

Lyrics

aKnowledgement
Discernment balanced eyes
Respect sees cognizance prize
Sympathetic power from the other side
Recognition of the treasure
Mirrored in your cosmic measure
Consciencious consciousness
aKnowledgement
Real
Total appreciation
Real
Fear see's deprication
Real
Connection to Space~Time
Real
Colours painted in musical rhyme
Real
Paint my time

Breathe

21 grams of life paint my knight
21 grams neutralise my strife
Solar flare of power this hour

Paint our time
Go flower
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real
It's real



Write the next one about being a super hero for yourself. Call it the The Dark Knights


If sport is what War becomes when our societies are civilized. Here's to more sport now. Think Collosseum🩸🗡️ vs Stade de France 🏉🤝

Conflict can become healthy peaceful competition for everyone challenging eachother to be better versions of ourselves by experiencing new frequencies we hadn't before 🙏🏽 We're all going to be trying to catch Usain Bolt for a while. It's evolution baby 🍼

Appreciation 🙏🏽

Tez(Llanpsych) took a percussion track of mine from our Eclectic Collective song @ Come and Get Me… and turned it into a monster club style pop industrial dub track! Might want to listen after you’ve tucked in the little ones, ha! Much love and appreciation and respect, tonight ,Stefan Ortez!!!🤣😎🤩!

Magneto-Llanpsych/K2 and the Three

Broadcast 2025-07-07

It is so good to hear some material from Nigel Wearne.

He used to come down this way quite often.

I have some of his CDs and you’ll hear them on Tempo.

His music and his playing are stellar.

The light guitar introduction sets the scene for ballad.

The guitar swells and recedes, as the song demands, fluid, making its own way through the song.

The crispness and clarity of the vocal is another trademark of Nigel’s.

His use of words is wonderful, phrases such as “I search the illicit hours.”

The language works in so well with the music.

This is excellent material, and a stunning performance. 

I hope this acoustic version appears on an album. It deserves to.


Lucy Connolly

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