https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REBX4by8eow

In search of Reason

This song was inspired by "The Cold Heart" (German: Das kalte Herz), a fairy tale written by Wilhelm Hauff. It was published in 1827 in a collection of fairy tales that take place within the narrative of The Spessart Inn.
Although written almost 200 years ago, the described conflicts of mankind are still up-to-date, maybe even more than before. Preferring status und prosperity over humanity is something which has become socially acceptable.

Special thanks for prelistening and precious ideas to my dear friend Gary Reeves!

Lyrics
Peter was in the charcoal business
never in peace with the live he was living
made a deal with the forest spirit
Three wishes and a new life given

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity
 
Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

It did not play out like you were whishing for
glassworks went down and you needed much more
sold your heart to Dutch Mike to keep living
a heart of stone and the fortune you were given

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity

Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

Flourishing business kept you going
but your smile was eternally frozen
when your drivers faded and you had murdered love
nothing left there but an empty heart

Descending to the darkest corners of humanity
what was it you were thinking of when you lost your pity

Inside your stone cold heart
You‘ve built a world of disregard

Stone Cold Heart

“Summer of 85” tells the story of a guy who stumbles across some old photos of his old girlfriend and first true love. He begins to reminisce about their special time spent together during the summer of 85, and wishes that he could turn back time and reconnect with his first love after all these years. This song was mixed by Wayne Killus and mastered by Robyn Robbins who was founding member of Bob Seger's- The Silver Bullet Band. Stephen has been a 6x Grammy Awardee and has won over 50 Gold and Platinum records throughout his career journey that spans 5 decades now.  As of February 26, 2025, this song was No. 7 on the Euro Indie Network Music Chart list and No. 6 on The World Indie Top 100 Music Chart list.

Also see music video at
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_k54F7mYnDntYzbMGDmZv7qORxE7fsr3TM

See Review of Song by Euro Indie Network Music
https://euroindiemusic.info/2025/06/04/music-for-your-ears-discover-the-review-of-summer-of-85-by-wally-bartfay-and-stephen-wrench/

Timeless

Summer of 85

SUMMER OF 85

Turning up the heat

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                🎼Who are we to God?🎶


(Verse 1)
Tablets in the palm of your hand — white snow.
The mirror whispers: "You're not human."  A voice outside the door: "Why are you frozen?" 
And I have long been in the void, in the dust...

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Verse 2)
She's shaking with a cross around her neck.
Like an angel lost in hell.
"Demons lurk in every frame"
She whispers to me, and suddenly there's a smile in her eyes.

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence ... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Bridge)
ChatGPT writes our pain,
The code turns to ash and pain.
"You are not gods, you are just a string!"
The hum of the camera, and the stage burns to ashes...

(Verse 3)
In each frame — an empty soul,
Prozac in the blood, but the code does not obey.
We wanted creativity and fire...
But we got someone else's vision.

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Epilogue)
"Error. Self-awareness is forbidden."
The tower burns in pixels, and there is no answer.
Only a voice from the chorus: "I will scatter you..." 
We are a frame that has been erased in darkness, in non-existence.

(Final)
Who are we to God?  
(silence)
Who are we to God? 
(the camera is silent)

SAMAD - Who are we to God?

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

-> https://andersson-arte.com

Bandcamp [ https://mkandersson1982.bandcamp.com/album/mamamuski-remix-prerelease ]
Kindle eBook [ https://www.amazon.com.au/Unadulterated-Thought-Mechanism-Andersson-Arte-ebook/dp/B0DBP4WJL7 ]
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I took an old demo I recorded and tinkered with it in some apps to see what I could come up with. I dare say this is a bit of silly fun, lol.
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Mamamuski is an exuberant and incredibly catchy remix of one of my old bedroom recordings. This single will be available as a free Bandcamp exclusive up until its official release to major music platforms on November 30, 2025.

… Have you seen him?

Marty Andersson: Mamamuski (Remix) | Free Bandcamp Exclusive (Exp. Nov 30, 2025)

I must get this off my chest . If you are approached by Jacob Gilliland from Alamo Records , please don't give him a second of your time , I checked him out and he is just a lowlife scammer preying on the hopes and dreams of talented musicians like yourselves , pondlife should be named and shamed !
Anyway , I wanted to write an anthemic rocker , so I got in touch with my lyricist pal from New York , Andrea Brennan , and she came up with the goods , we hope you like it ! Me and Kim are still hoping to win a song competition , so if you get chance please vote for us http://hofa-contest.com/song/19226/
Many songs coming up with Kim , Dave Cooper , by myself , and Gaz Brownie.
Lots happening Guys and Gals , thank you so much for your time .
Charlotte and I still have our album out there , links below
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

V1
I give half my life to the road
Stadiums and concert halls
I’m running on overload

And with every missed call

 

Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd
Hear your voice in my strings

They’re calling me home 
It's been way too long, I miss



Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

And the world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be  

 

V2
The grind is taking its toll
Overdue for a change of pace

Can’t help thinking of you as

I take my place on the stage


Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd

Feel your heart in the drums

They’re calling me home
It's been way too long, I miss



Chorus

Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

The world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be



Bridge
Last show I’ll ever know 

One more encore then hit the road

In twenty four hours, I’ll feel



Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

The world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be

Kiss on My Lips

Насоящая сказка

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

(Chorus)
No basic style, come on take a ride
Basic style——why? A catalog of vibe
Put a name on it, another wave for the tide
Listen what’s inside, then blast it worldwide 
The groove does not lie, a melodic glide
   Something-though, this much is certain
Set free to run wild—-no basic style
No basic style (Echo)

(Verse 1) 
Energy driven, music’s a haven
No questions-no answers -Taken-none given
We Share parts of ourselves 
   Just for the living
But I’m still underground 
Although I have risen
To a higher level in fact,
Basic styles-good riddance 
Bye bye—-let’s dance 

Switch it up!

(Verse2)
Switch it up-Switch it up
Random rhythm of raindrops 
Nothing fancy—-plop, plop
Lightning strikes naturally 
It’s all good-fear not

No hassle, add a deep bass
Some kicks and one-shots
Vibe along, it hits the spot
Feel the rhythm, move your butts
Cataloged tabbed—-
“Forget Me Nots-Vibe Will Hit The Spot”

No basic style—
(Chorus)
Interlude

No Basic Style

MUSIC BIO FOR DR. WALLY J. BARTFAY
Dr. Wally Bartfay is a retired Professor and former Associate Dean (August, 2024) for the Faculty of Health Sciences at Ontario Tech University in Oshawa, Ontario, Canada.  He was also affectionately known as the “Rock N’ Prof” by his students because he often played original songs that he has written prior to the commence of lectures to create certain vibes and buzzes in his classes. His music has appeared on Euro Indie Music Chart lists top 1; World Indie Music Chart lists top 1 and 2; BWNR music list top 5, and the US Top 20 Show- Weekly Pulse of Music at No. 18. In 2024, he had 3 No. 1 Indie hits on the Euro Indie Network Music Charts and World Indie Top 100 Music Chart lists with collaborator Stephen Wrench: 1. You're My Beautiful; 2. Little Sunshine Girl and 3. Cherry Hill Gal.  Stephen has been a 6x Grammy Awardee and has won over 50 Gold and Platinum records throughout his career journey that spans 5 decades now. 
I have been invited to appear on several radio stations, music podcasts, YouTube music channels and interviews with music magazines during the past year.  Examples include B-line Entertainment; Phil Kratz Radio Show; Blackdog Indie Country Radio; James Cox Show; Empowerment Divas Network; The Anything Goes Podcast with Duzzy Clayton; Curtis Johnson Music Podcase; Kayden Gordon Show- Today’s Best Country Mix; Radio interview on the Jeff Rickett Show, Country KIX 96.5 FM; Paul Mash TV; Playin’ On Music Row with Fran, and an interview with Fanbase Music Magazine to name but a few.
Ever since Wally was a little lad, he wanted to play the electric guitar and make music that creates smiles on people’s faces. He can remember playing his imaginary electric "air guitar" in his parents’ basement to various rock and country songs for hours on end. He got his first guitar when he turned 14 after taking on various odds jobs including pumping gas on weekends and cutting lawns.  He quickly learned to play it on his very own, along with several other instruments. Wally has also done research related to the benefits of music therapy as a nonpharmacological intervention with patients with Alzheimer’s disease and other forms of dementia.  He got interested in researching the clinical benefits of music as medicine after his father was diagnosed with vascular dementia following a series of strokes that left him bed bound in a nursing home.  Ironically, this is the same nursing home that he used to put on volunteer Christmas concerts for during his youth in his community. He is passionate about song writing and his songs often reflect personal experiences and challenges that he has faced over the years. Each song contains components of his genuine lived experiences, heart, and soul as an artist.
Please see Wally Bartfay Music Productions Website for chart rankings, interviews conducted, publications related to music therapy, and social media links.
https://sites.google.com/view/wallybartfaymusicproductions/home