(No AI Gen involved - I use my voice and Vst Instruments)
Traduit plus bas
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I walk the streets with my head down, fleeting shadow
I do not see you face passing slow
lost in my phone’s glow

And I feel sad, I don't know why the silence stays
I don’t see the time slipping through the haze
In this empty days

In these silent days

Many time, many miles, many left behind
for the single one, once in you life, closer to your mind
Anyone, anytime, may reshape your day
Cause everything, everywhere connects in a way

To change my eyes, to feel the wide, I'll dig inside
A single word can turn the tide
Your smile is the guide

Forget the screens, embrace what's real, I miss my friends,
The path goes on, but never ends
Till the darkness bends

Till the darkness bends

Many time, many miles, many left behind
for the single one, once in you life, closer to your mind
Anyone, anytime, may reshape your day
Cause everything, everywhere connects in a way

Everybody needs to believe
Everybody needs to find someone somewhere
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Je marche dans les rues, la tête baissée, ombre fugitive.
Je ne vois pas ton visage passer lentement,
perdu dans la lueur de mon téléphone.

Et je me sens triste, je ne sais pas pourquoi le silence persiste.
Je ne vois pas le temps s'écouler à travers la brume,
dans ces jours vides.

Dans ces jours silencieux.

Beaucoup de temps, beaucoup de kilomètres, beaucoup de personnes laissées derrière
Pour cette seule personne, une fois dans ta vie, plus proche de ton esprit
N'importe qui, n'importe quand, peut remodeler ta journée
Car tout, partout, est connecté d'une certaine manière

Pour changer mon regard, pour ressentir l'immensité, je vais creuser en moi
Un seul mot peut changer le cours des choses
Ton sourire est le guide

Oublie les écrans, embrasse ce qui est réel, mes amis me manquent,
Le chemin continue, mais ne finit jamais
Jusqu'à ce que l'obscurité s'incline

Jusqu'à ce que l'obscurité s'incline

Beaucoup de temps, beaucoup de kilomètres, beaucoup de personnes laissées derrière
Pour cette seule personne, une fois dans ta vie, plus proche de ton esprit
N'importe qui, n'importe quand, peut remodeler ta journée
Car tout, partout, est connecté d'une certaine manière

Tout le monde a besoin de croire
Tout le monde a besoin de trouver quelqu'un quelque part

Reshape Your Day

LOUISIANA MIND FUCK 8:24:2025.m4a

Special thanks to Paploviante for his generous open collab offer 🫶

I added mostly keyboard music to Paul’s jamming jazz track of keyboard, guitars (awesome solos!), bass, and percussion. VST instruments or E-instruments that I used are listed below. No AI, made by humans.

Paploviante's original track is here:  https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/time-turns-back-paploviante

And if you love saxophone as I do, check Joerxworx's sax remix of Paploviante's Time Turns Back here:  https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx/time-turns-back-by-paploviante-joerxworx-sax-remix

BTW, time falls back one hour on Sunday, October 26, 2025, in most of the European Union, and on Sunday, November 2, 2025, in the United States, Canada, and other locations observing Daylight Saving Time in autumn.

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85 bpm

DAW: Apple Logic Pro X 
MIDI: Akai Professional Keyboard 
Concert Grand 
Ambient Lead
Studio Trumpet 
Focus rhythm arp
African Kit ~ Metal Shaker for an extra Tick-Tock rhythm in the intro, outro
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COVER ART is a surrealistic interpretation of the song as original CGI by SUNNYBECK using a composite derived from original and AI-generated images rendered by the DaVinci app, then altered, retouched, and designed in Photoshop. Includes a thumbnail of Paploviante’s original cover art.
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Time Turns Back by Paploviante | SUNNYBECK Remix

Lyrics:
I caught him sneakin’ in my room,
A little secret, he’s breakin’ the rules.
He held up my mini, oh what a sight,
Said, “Baby, this feels just right.”

We laughed and played, it was just a game,
Swappin’ clothes, no regrets, no shame.
He slipped it on, my heart hitched a beat,
With those stockings on, he’s lookin’ so sweet.

(Chorus)
Oh, my husband's wearin’ my clothes,
Shavin’ his legs, wearing my fishnet pantyhose.
With a sexy butt, he struts with pride,
In my bra and lipstick, I’m beaming inside.
Skirt and make-up, it’s our kinky game,
Unapologetic, no regret, no shame.

He twirled around, a sparkle in his eye,
So sexy in my dress, He makes me sigh.
Soft music, dancing entwined under the dim light,
Just two souls in love, everything feels right.

We painted our dreams, with mascara lines,
He asked if my heels would fit, oh, how he shines.
He becomes my woman, hot and horny,
And I take the reins, feeling wild and free

(Chorus)
Oh, my husband's wearin’ my clothes,
Shavin’ his legs, wearing my fishnet pantyhose.
With a sexy butt, he struts with pride,
In my bra and lipstick, I’m beaming inside.
Skirt and make-up, it’s our kinky game,
Unapologetic, no regret, no shame.

(Bridge)
And those nights we’d laugh, the world far away,
In our little bubble, we’d dance and sway.
He’s my partner, my heart, in this crazy life,
Wearing my clothes, I make him my wife.

(Chorus)
Oh, my husband's wearin’ my clothes,
Shavin’ his legs, wearing my fishnet pantyhose.
With a sexy butt, he struts with pride,
In my bra and lipstick, I’m beaming inside.
Skirt and make-up, it’s our kinky game,
Unapologetic, no regret, no shame.

So here’s to the moments, the fun we share,
In his mini skirt, he walks without a care.
Love’s got no boundaries, that’s how we roll,
In this dance of life, you’re my heart and my
soul.

Skirt and Secrets

Impro Move "deux pistes lubriques"

Gimme / feat. Patricia Edwards / Paploviante Music
Vocals and Lyrics :
Patricia Edwards
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/16204/gimme-89bpm-pop-acapella
https://soundcloud.com/patriciaedwards
Paploviante:
E Bass, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering
Picture: AI Perchance

Gimme feat. Patricia Edwards-Papploviante

if only

Original Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Mike.
Vocals, instrumentation and mix by Mike Fox.

HE GREW UP BACK IN THE DAY
WITH TWO GUITARS IN THE HOUSE
ONE WAS SPECIAL TO HIS MOM
NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY

IT BELONGED TO HIS UNCLE
THEY CALLED THE GUITAR MAN
THAT WAS KILLED IN THE BIG WAR
NEVER GOT TO PLAY IN A BAND

(CHORUS)
HE WROTE THIS SONG
ABOUT THE GUITAR MAN
HE NEVER GOT TO MEET HIM
OR WRITE A SONG WITH HIM
PRAY HE'S UP IN HEAVEN
PLAYING IN A BAND

HE CARRIED HIS GUITAR 
EVERYWHERE HE WENT
ALWAYS HAPPY TO PLAY
HIS PLAYING WAS HEAVEN SENT

(GUITAR SOLO)

THEY ALWAYS SAID HIS UNCLE A. J.
WOULD BE A STAR SOMEDAY
BUT LIKE SO MANY OTHERS
HE HAD A BIGER PRICE TO PAY

HIS MAMA GAVE THE GUITAR AWAY
CAUSE NOBODY KNEW HOW TO PLAY
IT WAS JUST COLLECTING DUST
WISHES HE HAD THAT FLAT TOP TODAY

(REPEAT CHORUS)

2025 (C) Lyric by Tony Harris

Playing in a Band - Collaboration by Tony Harris and Mike Fox

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

The Demon Inside The Pinball Machine

Paycut (milo+amo)

only get better...
music is a vehicle, let's go places 🌎🌍

if only

Basco