Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Listen to Little Man: @user-474544459

Lyrics:

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see the same you are to me?
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

When I go out I might meet other men
But you don't have to be blue
No one is like you
Big blue eyes 
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

If I look at others, and maybe not just you
I don't look at beauty
You are the only one for me
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

When you're having a bad day and feel like crap
Well, I think you're awesome
Prettier than everyone
Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Can you see the same you are to me?
Big blue eyes 
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Big blue eyes
A beautiful smile
Don't  ruin it with jealousy!

Don't Ruin It With Jealousy

Did They Do You, Hulk

“The Transition” stands as a keystone track in the Basically Done Original Soundtrack, the musical companion to Donald E. Pickett’s forthcoming novel and cinematic series — the Basically Done Franchise.

This song marks the moment of reckoning at the heart of the story — when the old order collapses, and the cost of power meets the price of redemption. Within the novel, “The Transition” symbolizes the transformation of its central character and the moral shift that echoes across generations and boardrooms alike.

Musically, Pick’s Hideaway Players deliver their signature fusion of Appalachian Americana Roots, Outlaw Southern Rock, and Cinematic Folk-Rock, enriched with brass, harmonica, and layered vocal harmonies. It’s a sound steeped in grit and reflection — weary but unbroken.

The cover art’s golden boardroom sunset mirrors the narrative’s soul: the end of illusion, the rise of conscience, and the dawn of a new era. “The Transition” isn’t just a song — it’s the sound of the moment when justice breathes again, and legacy takes shape within the Basically Done universe.

The Transition

Floatin' In Space - by Paploviante –– Title & Music; Reidmoto – Lyrics, Final Mix. Note: Vocalist was high, drunk, and shivering, so her vocals are not always clear.

They said the trucks run early when it rains…
You can hear ‘em before dawn — 
the ones that take what’s left.
Ain’t nobody comin’ back for me.

Guess I’m just another story…

Floatin’… in Space.

[Verse 1]
He said, “Sweetheart, you gotta order some food.”
Just doin’ his job, not tryin’ to be rude.
Fishnets torn, mascara rain,
Thunderbird tears runnin’ down the drain.

[Verse 2]
My bag got jacked, only shorts and a tee.
Last trick gone, nobody lookin’ for me.
Dumpster’s warm, the rain hits hard,
Just a night on earth in God’s junkyard.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
The last thing I remembered,
Bones were snappin’, limbs dismembered.
Tried to scream but had no breath,
My fade to black — a trash-truck death.

[Chorus 1]
She appeared in a mist of GLORY,
“I’m the Angel of Purgatory.
Get some rest, I’ll check your story.”

Been EONS since I’ve seen her face,
I’m fluh-fluh-floating in space.

[Verse 3]
I rose above alleys of flickering light,
Past burnt spoons glowing in the night.
The city below was a rosary chain,
Every bead a body whisperin’ my name.

[Verse 4]
I called to the Angel, “Hey, you still there?”
Her halo flickered like welfare glare.
She said, “Baby, I just light the way —
You walk alone till your debts are paid”

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Stars were cryin’, galaxies bled,
Heaven looked blue but it burned out red.
I begged for mercy, but the line went cold.
Just the hum of truth I never told.

[Chorus 2]
She appeared in a mist of GLORY,
“You wrote your own sad story.”
“Rest awhile in this empty place…”
Then she vanished — without a trace.

[Bridge / Spoken Drift]
No wings, no trumpet, no pearly gate,
Just me and the dark and the hands of fate.
Some angels clock out when the sirens wail,
Some souls just ride the garbage rail.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
Been EONS since I’ve seen her face,
I’m fluh-fluh-floating in space.
She ain’t comin’ back — not for grace,
Just driftin’ forever…

floating…
in space.

“Get some rest… I’ll check your story…”
static…
dumpster lid closes…

#1 Timeless Floating In Space - Paploviante_Title_Music-Reidmoto_Lyrics

Hey, is Eternity Over Yet?

[Verse 1]
Been floating in space too long,
No feeling left, my limbs are gone.
Ain’t seen a soul since the Angel of Purgatory,
So lonely I’d settle for a crematory.

[Verse 2]
Heard a voice with a thousand thunders —
“Is there crime in Limbo?” I wondered.
“Jesus loves me, this I know,”
’Cause the Bible told me so.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Last thing I remembered,
Bones were snappin’, limbs dismembered.
Tried to scream, but I had no breath —
Faded to black… a trash-truck death.

[Chorus 1]
He spoke with a voice of a thousand thunders,
“Is there crime in Limbo?” I wondered.
“Close your eyes, Amy. Say: Where you lead, I follow.”
His words were truth, not hollow.

[Verse 3]
In a blink of light, a blinding spin,
I landed where the white sands begin.
“Welcome home, Amy,” thundered free —
“It’s all yours now, through eternity.”

I said, “Your Honor, Your Highness, if I may —
How long is eternity, anyway?”

[Bridge]
A seagull swooped by, with a glint in her eye,
Dropped one grain of sand, and whispered, “Don’t ask why.”
“Every million years, I’ll return and try —
When this mountain’s gone, eternity still won’t die.”

[Verse 4]
The ocean hummed in 7/4 time,
Each wave confession, each seagull rhyme.
If heaven’s a jury, I’ll take the stand —
My soul’s Exhibit A, in God’s left hand.

[Chorus 2 / Outro]
He spoke with a voice of a thousand thunders,
“There’s no crime in Limbo — just wonders.
Close your eyes, Amy. Say: Where you lead, I follow.
My mercy runs deep — eternity’s shallow.”

So when you hear that bird once every million years,
Know she’s counting time in Heaven’s tears.
The mountain fades, the stars unwind —
But Eternity… doesn’t keep time.


#2 Hey, Is Eternity Over Yet? v. Horror Core (Part 2 of Trash Truck Tragedy)

"Just breathe, just bleed, just break, just heal, just be carried "A raw, therapeutic duet exploring grief, abandonment, and emotional healing—where vulnerability meets empathy and clarity replaces shame. 

Just Be Carried

A heartfelt anthem honoring American roots—faith, family, sacrifice, and pride—passed down through generations and carried with grit from farmland to city lights.

Freedom In My Chest

Summery, romantic Pop/R&B—honeyed vocal, satin guitars, sun-through-glass synths—swelling into a bright, sing-along chorus.

Chorus ~0:30. If it hits, repost + tag @paperstarling23.

Red Vines

Eternity in Purgatory Plus  v. HauntDoom  3rd song in Amy's tragic dumpster death
Reidmoto:  ALL

Intro
 I’ve been here near a million years, give or take a tear or two.
 The beaches shine like sugar, the sky too blue.
 Palms applaud each time I sigh,
 But no one claps back — not even the tide.

[VERSE 1 – The Realization]
 Greenery galore and coconuts to spare,
 But no one to notice, no one to care.
 I finally learned what this island’s for —
 A holding tank for souls unsure.

[VERSE 2 – The Verdict]
They piped the truth straight into my brain,
“This is Purgatory Plus — no flames, no chain.
It’s for the weak believers, the half-in crowd,
Who whispered their prayers but never aloud.”
The worst part is, I have to go through withdrawals —
— as part of my sentence. Forever stalls.

[CHORUS 1 – The Endless Abyss]
 I’d cut off my left arm to have someone to talk to,
 Someone to see my collection of rocks too.
 I’m not sure I can really do this,
 No gun, no knife — just the endless abyss.

[VERSE 3 – The Journal]
 I write on palm leaves, in spirals and lines,
 Each thought a ripple in forgotten time.
 My pencils shrink like faithful friends,
 Still writing long after reason ends.

[VERSE 4 – The Crab and the Mass]
 A crab named Lou attends my mass,
 He blesses each word as the hours pass.
 We take communion in ocean foam,
 Then I walk back to my empty home.

[CHORUS 2 – The Endless Abyss (Repeat)]
 I’d cut off my left arm to have someone to talk to,
 Someone to see my collection of rocks too.
 I’m not sure I can really do this,
 No gun, no knife — just the endless abyss.

[BRIDGE – The Sign]
 The sun doesn’t set, it just circles slow,
 Like time forgot which way to go.
 I’ve named every cloud, each dune, each wave,
 They whisper secrets the dead behave.

[VERSE 5 – The Visitor]
 But today — a visitor! A miracle sleek!
 A seagull returned with sand in its beak.
 He dropped it beside me, one tiny grain,
 Proof that Heaven remembers my name.

[FINAL CHORUS – Grace or Madness]
 I’d cut off my left arm to have someone to talk to,
 Even a liar who’d say, “I want you.”
 If this is grace, it’s cruelly sweet,
 A beach for souls that can’t retreat.

[OUTRO – Journal Entry #999 999]
 I wait for the seagull, day after day,
 Hoping it finds a friend my way.
 If one more grain means one more chance,
 I’ll keep writing — till I earn my dance.



#3 Eternity in Purgatory Plus  v. HauntDoom  3rd song in Amy's tragic dumpster death

Where Have All the Good Men Gone?
Reidmoto: ALL

[VERSE 1]
 I’ve tried the online dating sites,
 Made a real effort to do it right.
 I answered all those first-time texts,
 Didn’t take long to learn what’s next.

[VERSE 2]
 Most of the guys sent one-liners—
 Not knowing what a woman requires.
 “Hey beautiful! You wanna meet?”
 Did they think I’d just jump out of my seat?

[Pre-chorus]
I’ve made an honest effort,
 To be a woman worth dating.
 But the years roll on, and my hope’s deflating.

[CHORUS]
 Where have all the good men gone?
 Are they all taken—only defects in the pond?
 Where are all the solid, salt-of-the-earth guys,
 Who know themselves and are caring and wise?

[VERSE 3]
 I’ve met the angry ones, still mad at their ex,
 Carrying grudges like unpaid debts.
  A few just want a body, not a soul—
 Leaving me emptier the more I scroll.

[CHORUS]
 Where have all the good men gone?
 Are they all taken—only defects in the pond?
 Where are all the solid, salt-of-the-earth guys,
 Who know themselves and are caring and wise?

[BRIDGE]
 Maybe he’s out there, working late,
 Fixing trucks or trusting fate.
 Maybe he’s healing from love gone bad—
 Just like me, he’s tired of sad.

[FINAL CHORUS]
 Where have all the good men gone?
 Maybe they’re waiting, just holding on—
 For a woman who’s real, not playing a part,
 Who still believes love’s a work of heart.

[OUTRO]
 So I’ll keep my faith, though it’s wearing thin,
 One honest soul could change everything.
 ’Til then I’ll laugh, and I’ll live again—
 Still asking, where are all the good men?

Where Have All the Good Men Gone? v. Pop/Rock  I've heard women ask this question

Protect me  (authentic version)

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I’m Willvk, a genre-fluid artist rooted in alternative rock, grunge, country, and hip-hop—but no matter the style, every track starts as a thought and a feeling. I use AI in every phase of creation—not as a shortcut, but as a collaborator. It helps me refine lyrics, shape visuals, and build strategy that matches the emotional weight of the music.

I don’t fit into one genre, one topic, or one platform. Whether I’m writing about heartbreak, protest, depression, or reflection, my sound stays grounded, raw, and unmistakably mine. From SoundCloud surges to DistroKid drops, I move where the energy is real. I’m not here to fit in—I’m here to cut through.

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