Really nicely produced catchy track with great vocals and I really like the energy on this one

Awesome track .  It’s very cinematic and makes you imagine a grand scene!

Great song Donna! I love this synth solo at about 3 minutes in. Can definitely relate about rough times inspiring music... unfortunately, in my case it tends to inspire the melancholic side of my creativity, nothing fun and inspiring like this gem. Great work.

Voice of the nation

Dreaming in Colour


Link to the usual pictures and sounds combo space - https://youtu.be/hi3shfq1pfc

Original artwork by EL-HO
Lyrics
Well when…
yesterday’s deaths are tomorrow’s lack of news
the headlines read a tragedy of a rich man’s point of view
while all around we struggle as their fight goes on and out
we’re just candles in a monsoon and a lightning strike in drought
We feed monsters in our heads
We beat monsters under our bed 
We need monsters to aim our guns
We feel monsters to regret what’s done
Yeah we are monsters

With every breath a fresh chance a new time to be awake
but we’d rather hate our enemies than befriend a fool who’s fake
with every shot not taken that’s saved up ‘til the end
dying in our apathy in our wake we’ll still pretend
that every day’s a new day another chance to be alive
instead we choose the monsters feed them demon’s ‘til they thrive
We feed monsters in our heads
We beat monsters under our beds
We need monsters to aim our guns
We feel monsters to regret  
Do you regret what’s done
Monsters…just monsters 
We’re monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters 
We’re just monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters
We’re all monsters of monsters and monsters
Monsters…just monsters
They’re all monsters of new old monsters
We’ll all monsters and monsters and monsters
All monsters of monsters their monsters
All monsters of monsters they’re monsters
We’re all monsters of their old monsters
Monsters of their old monsters
They’re monsters
Same old monsters


Feeding Monsters

Reminiscence – The Gentle Return
Sometimes the heaviest moments are the quiet ones.
When a single piano speaks louder than any voice,
not with words, but with the aching stillness left behind.

Reminiscence is the sound of looking back,
of revisiting the empty chair, the quiet room,
the laughter that once filled it – now just an echo.
It’s not a cry for comfort, but a slow exhale of memory.

This piece doesn’t try to escape the sorrow.
It walks beside it – unafraid, tender, honest.
Because some things cannot be forgotten.
They live on in sound, in silence, in the spaces between the notes.

Performed entirely on the Bechstein  –
a grand piano from EastWest, known for its haunting intimacy.
Its velvety resonance and delicate detail bring life to the sadness,
like a whispered goodbye that lingers in the air.
Every nuance was shaped by human hands – with reverence, with grief.

Part of the album Tides of Melancholy.
No AI. No shortcuts. Just soul, sorrow, and sincerity.

Composed, played, and felt by myself –
for all those who carry someone in their heart but can no longer hold them.
Thank you for listening – and for making space for this gentle return.


Reminiscence – Die leise Rückkehr
Manchmal sind es die stillsten Augenblicke, die am schwersten wiegen.
Wenn ein einziges Piano lauter spricht als jede Stimme –
nicht mit Worten, sondern mit dem Schmerz,
den nur die Abwesenheit kennt.

Reminiscence ist ein Blick zurück.
Zu dem leeren Stuhl. Dem stillen Raum.
Dem Lachen, das einmal darin lebte –
nun nur noch Erinnerung, verhallt im Nichts.
Dieses Stück sucht keinen Trost.
Es atmet die Trauer – langsam, behutsam, aufrichtig.

Denn manche Verluste verblassen nicht.
Sie bleiben – in einem Klang, in der Stille,
in dem, was zwischen den Tönen unausgesprochen bleibt.

Eingespielt auf dem Bechstein Sus Rep Lite DYN –
ein Konzertflügel aus der EastWest-Piano-Serie,
geschätzt für seine emotionale Tiefe und intime Klangcharakteristik.
Sein samtiger Ton und seine fragile Präsenz
verleihen dem Schmerz eine Stimme,
wie ein leiser Abschied, der in der Luft stehen bleibt.
Jede Note wurde mit Sorgfalt und Gefühl geformt – von echten Händen.

Teil des Albums Tides of Melancholy.
Keine KI. Kein Trick. Nur Seele. Nur Trauer. Nur Wahrheit.

Komponiert, gespielt und empfunden von mir –
für all jene, die jemanden im Herzen tragen, den sie nicht mehr in den Armen halten können.
Danke fürs Zuhören – und dafür, dieser leisen Rückkehr einen Platz zu geben.

℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized use, reproduction, modification or distribution of this track is strictly prohibited and will be prosecuted under applicable law.
℗ 2025 DestKorn | © 2025 DestKorn. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Jegliche unautorisierte Nutzung, Vervielfältigung, Bearbeitung oder Verbreitung dieses Tracks ist untersagt und wird rechtlich verfolgt.
Artist & Publisher: Matthias K. / DestKorn
SenneRecord – established 2012

Reminiscence

2025/6/2

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前夜 (zenya)

Where's My Campfire?

LYRIC VIDEO : https://youtu.be/FhXG2eUCCJs
This Song is What Can Happen when I have a Bad Week or the Heavy Weight of the World is Spinning in my Head & my Imagination Kicks In :-)  
To HOPE  !!!
It was a Fast Write & Really Fun to Record ~~
Hope Everyone Likes It !
©2025 Donna Dior

UNREST IN THE GALAXY


Texte Français et Google traduction

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Fins de mois difficiles,
Les factures à régler.
Et les enfants fragiles
Qu’il faudra bien soigner.
Et ce loyer qui tombe
Trop lourd à chaque fois
Que faire dans un monde
Si on n'a pas un toit.

Puis il faut bien manger
Pas en faire des extras
Un plat ou une entrée
Sans sauter de repas.
C'est si facile à dire
Quand on y regarde bien
C'est sûr, il y a un pire
Beaucoup de nous ont faim.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.

On cherche et on ratisse
Dans ses tiroirs du fond
Ce jour qui rase gratis
Quand on n'a pas un rond.
On gratte toutes ses poches
Jusqu'à les déchirer
Tendre sa main c'est moche
Pour au mieux vivre.

En se privé de tout
Ce qu'on dit superflu
Il ne reste plus beaucoup
De moments détendus.
On se traîne, on vivote
Sans regarder au loin
L'intérieur se révolte
Espérant mieux demain.

A joindre les deux bouts...

Mais pourquoi travailler
On ne comprend pas bien
Que faire pour exister
Si ce n'est pour les siens.

A joindre les deux bouts
Quand on n'arrive pas,
Un sou est bien un sou,
Surtout quand on l’a pas.


MAKING ENDS MEET

Tough ends of the month,
Bills to pay.
And fragile children
Who will need to be cared for.
And that rent that comes in
Too heavy every time
What can you do in a world
If you don't have a roof over your head.

And you have to eat well
Not overdo it
A main course or a starter
Without skipping a meal.
It's so easy to say
When you look closely
It's sure, there's a worse situation
Many of us are hungry.

Making ends meet
When you can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when you don't have it.

We search and we rake
In our back drawers
That day that shaves for free
When we don't have a penny.
We pick all our pockets
Until they tear
Reaching out is a shame
To live better.

By depriving ourselves of everything
What we say is superfluous
There aren't many
Relaxed moments left.
We drag ourselves along, we eke out a living
Without looking far ahead
Our inner self rebels
Hoping for better tomorrow.

To make ends meet...

But why work?
We don't really understand
What to do to exist
If not for our loved ones.

To make ends meet
When we can't make ends meet,
A penny is a penny,
Especially when we don't have it.

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Hi Everyone! I'm a Songwriter / Musician (Keyboards) & Vocalist that loves creating, playing, arranging  & recording Music !
All Songs Available for Licensing !
https://www.youtube.com/@donnadior1/videos

** There is ZERO AI involved in the Creation of My Music **

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