“What you leave as a legacy is not what is etched in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”
— Anonymous
"So many who were remembered already forgotten, and those who remembered them long gone." 
— Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor and a Stoic philosopher)

This reflection on the sobering fact that our time on earth for most of us will not impinge upon the memories or future historical knowledge of generations to come, was inspired by a chance remark by my grandson who described an old photo of his younger self as not looking like him at all, and that he suspected his parents had just hung up a photo on the wall of some random boy. He was speaking in jest of course, but what we say can have consequences, and this song is one!

Lyrics:
He was just a random boy in a picture on the wall
No one claimed to know him, or if he was real at all
He was just a random choice to put in that wooden frame
And one day he’ll be replaced by another with another no name

Oh, just a random boy! Just a random boy!
From here or some distant place
But maybe somewhere, maybe sometime
He was more than just a face

Will there ever be some random picture of me on somebody’s wall as well?
Will they dine & drink, make love, take drugs, while I stare, stare but never tell?
I have a name and I have a life, but if they should glance at me
They’ll think I’m just a random boy, there’ll be nothing, nothing else to see

Oh, just a random boy! Just a random boy!
From here or some distant place
But I know somewhere, I know sometime
I was more than just a …

(Random boy) Oblivious (A random boy) Indifferent
(Just a random boy) You stand in a world of your own
But the random boy staring back at you was cast . . .
in flesh and blood and bone ……
In flesh and blood and bone ……
In flesh and blood and ……

Credits:
Music, lyrics & vocals: Michael Sellers 
Guitars & bass; keyboards; drums: Sergio Aguilar
Production, musical arrangement, mixing & mastering: Sergio Aguilar
Cover design: Michael Sellers
Track cover photo: Gabriel Moreno Fortuny

One Singer Left To Mourn

Random Boy

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An instrumental version of a song originally written for Pong (Austin TX band)... 

The Safetool Sessions

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Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Mix and Production: Lou Osiavo

Great Awakening

Echoes Of The Sun

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)

Autotelic green

Shine (Inst.)

Kat's Place (2025)

Greener Pastures

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2006

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