Gobbledygook (Not for Me, Though)

[Intro - Saxophone solo. Slow build. Gradually rising.]

[Verse 1]

Gobbledygook! Here again, full of yourself,

Throw in some synergy, just for your health.

Leverage the bandwidth, optimize pain,

Say it with flair, but say nothing plain.

[Chorus - punchy rhythm]

Oh, it's flexible, scalable—

A word soup, unshakable!

Turnkey! Revolutionary!

A mission so critical, barely habitual.

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

[Saxophone Solo break - playful.]

[Verse 2]

Groundbreaking nonsense, oh, what a pitch!

Pushing the envelope straight into a ditch.

Actionable insights that circle the drain,

It’s all just a loop, yet they run it again!

[Chorus - Repeat with slight variation]

Oh, it's flexible, scalable—

A word soup, unshakable!

Turnkey! Revolutionary!

A mission so critical, barely habitual.

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

[Bridge - Breakdown. Spoken Word Style. Walking bass]

Now lean in, dear colleagues, let's optimize trust,

With vertical integration, our synergies must...

Pivot our mindsets and—oh, what the heck,

This sentence just tripped on its tie and got wrecked.

[Saxophone Solo break - Sharp. Jazzy. Structured.]

[Verse 3]

Oh, best practices—best left unsaid,

They sound like they mean something, yet they play dead.

A paradigm shift? Oh, what a bore!

You said that last quarter... and the quarter before.

[Chorus - Final. Call and response style.]

Oh, it's flexible, scalable— (Scalable!)

A word soup, unshakable! (Unshakable!)

Turnkey! Revolutionary! (Really?)

A mission so critical, barely habitual. (Oh, please!)

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

[Outro – Full Band Crescendo, Then Fade]

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

Ahh, but it’s next-gen, you see. (Yeah? Ha ha!)

Ha ha! Not for me, though—thanks!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Jazz-Rock. Funk Undertones. B Mnor. Saxophone. Playful, expressive delivery. Energetic. Bouncy. Ironic. 

Running on Borrowed Time

[Verse 1]

Footsteps pounding, breath like smoke,

shadows stretch where the neon broke.

You can hear the past behind you call,

but the alley narrows, and the echoes fall.

[Pre-Chorus]

The wind's got whispers laced with names,

a hand unseen still fans the flames.

You swore you'd never turn around,

but pavement screams in siren sounds.

[Chorus]

Run, run—faster than your sins,

but the night’s got hands, and the walls close in.

Truth ain't patient, fate don't lie,

you've been running on borrowed time.

[Verse 2]

Every streetlight hums with blame,

your name’s a smudge on a windowpane.

A ghost in glass stares back at you,

a face once known, now split in two.

[Pre-Chorus]

The road is long, the air is thin,

but every turn loops back again.

You thought escape was yours to find,

but shadows know the paths you wind.

[Chorus]

Run, run—faster than your sins,

but the night’s got hands, and the walls close in.

Truth ain't patient, fate don’t lie,

you've been running on borrowed time.

[Bridge]

You see it now, it was always there,

the weight you wore, the silent stare.

There’s no ahead, there’s no behind—

just the chase you etched inside your mind.

[Final Chorus]

Run, run—but you won’t win,

the night’s got hands, and it pulls you in.

Truth ain't patient, fate don’t lie,

you've been running on borrowed time.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

D minor. Western cinematic. Saxophone lead. Harmonica for depth.

Where the Wind Knows My Name

[Intro - Cello solo - Soft drone fades in... then a slow, bowed melody]

[Verse 1]

The wind moves through the valley, whispering low,

Tracing the bones of the earth where the old rivers flow.

Mountains rise, but they bow to the rain,

Time carves its echoes, then leaves them again.

[Verse 2]

The sea sings to the shoreline, a song without end,

It holds and releases, as tides do to friends.

A lesson in keeping, a lesson in stray,

A lesson in knowing what drifts must obey.

[Cello solo - Breathlike, as if the land itself sighs]

[Verse 3]

Roots thread through stone, both captive and free,

A forest that bends is a forest that breathes.

The stars write in silence, in ink we can’t see,

They guide without binding, they shine without need.

[Refrain - Soft, almost spoken, as if the wind itself speaks]

Where the wind knows my name, I will go,

Where the tides pull my heart, I will flow.

The mountain, the river, the sky—they remain,

Changing, unchanging, like blood in my veins.

[Cello solo - deep low hum before rising again]

[Verse 4]

A leaf lets go when the sun tells it so,

Not out of sorrow, but trust in the flow.

For even in falling, it finds its way,

Feeding the roots that will rise one day.

[Outro - Cello solo - swells like waves, slowly fading out into silence]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Upcountry Folk. Cello. D Dorian. Spiritual. Profound. 

The Sound of What Never Was

[Intro: Sparse piano, deep reverb, a distant echo of wind]

[Verse 1]

A breath never taken, a step never made,

A door left untouched at the edge of the rain.

A name in the air, unsaid and unknown,

A song never sung, yet it chills to the bone.

[Chorus]

Can you hear it, the sound of what never was?

A whisper of silence, a shadow of cause.

It lingers between every word left unsaid,

The ghost of a choice that still turns in your head.

[Verse 2]

A hand never held, a letter unwritten,

A love lost in echoes before it was given.

A road that you dreamed but never did take,

Yet somehow it follows, like waves in your wake.

[Chorus]

Can you hear it, the sound of what never was?

A whisper of silence, a shadow of cause.

It lingers between every word left unsaid,

The ghost of a choice that still turns in your head.

[Solo: Haunting cello, blending into a distant, almost inaudible choir]

[Bridge]

Do the stars still shine for the dreamer who sleeps?

Do the rivers still run for the tears no one weeps?

Is there weight to the air where no footstep has passed?

Does a future still call if we let go too fast?

[Chorus: Softer, slower]

Can you hear it, the sound of what never was?

A whisper of silence, a shadow of cause.

It lingers between every word left unsaid,

The ghost of a choice that still turns in your head.

[Outro: The wind howls faintly. The final note on the piano is held—unresolved, fading into quiet.]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

E Minor. Soulful ballad, cinematic elements. Deep cello, sparse piano. Expressive male vocals. Haunting, melancholic, reverent.

Nothing But the Truth

[Intro: Soft Guitar & Ambient Strings]

[Verse 1]

A flag raised high, a fist in the air,

One calls it freedom, one calls it despair.

Lines are drawn, but who holds the pen?

Is it the truth, or just truth for them?

[Chorus]

I don’t want shadows, I don’t want lies,

I don’t want truth with a thousand sides.

Strip it bare, let it shine through,

Give me nothing, nothing but the truth.

[Verse 2]

They call him a savior, they call him a sin,

One builds a statue, one buries him in.

Say he's a hero, say he's a ghost,

But is he the truth, or just what they chose?

[Solo: Acoustic guitar arpeggio, yearning]

[Chorus]

I don’t want shadows, I don’t want lies,

I don’t want truth with a thousand sides.

Strip it bare, let it shine through,

Give me nothing, nothing but the truth.

[Bridge: Questioning]

Is the sky still blue if no one's there to see?

Do the stars still burn if they shine for me?

If every eye holds a different view,

Then tell me—what is ever true?

[Solo: Acoustic guitar arpeggio, swelling strings, emotional depth]

[Outro: Unresolved, lingering]

So I stand here, hands open wide,

Begging the heavens to choose a side.

But silence lingers, no voice, no proof—

Maybe the truth is just as lost too.

[Solo: Acoustic guitar arpeggio, rising and slowly fading off]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

B Minor, soulful rock, acoustic guitar, solo arpeggios between verses, deep, introspective, deep baritone male voice, expressive, melancholic but powerful.

The Glory of Love

[Intro: Soft Guitar & Ambient Strings]

[Verse 1]

They wrote sonnets, carved initials into trees,

Scribbled ‘forever’ on a cafe receipt.

They wrapped it in ribbons, tied it with vows,

But I saw love in a dog at her feet.

[Verse 2]

They set rules, they built mansions on sand,

Hung neon hearts over empty lands.

They swore it was this, they swore it was that,

But nothing they swore quite fit in my hands.

[Pre-Chorus: Soft Harmonics]

So I hum the tune, though I don’t know the words,

Sing of a love that I’ve barely heard.

Not in knowing, not in names,

But in something wild that can’t be tamed.

[Chorus]

I repeat the glory of love,

Yes, I repeat the glory of love.

Not because I’ve known it well,

But because it hums where words don’t dwell.

[Instrumental Solo: Violin & Guitar Interplay, yearning]

[Bridge - Subdued, Spoken-Word Over Music]

I asked the moon if it had any clues,

It smirked, shrugged, hid behind a cloud.

Even celestial bodies dodge the question,

Yet love lingers, laughing, unnamed.

[Chorus]

I repeat the glory of love,

Yes, I repeat the glory of love.

Not because I’ve known it well,

But because it hums where words don’t dwell.

[Outro: Soft Piano & Whispered Refrain]

Because I live it, though it has no name…

Because I live it, though it has no name…

[Harmonica solo] 

[Fades into silence]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Folk-jazz ballad, Soft acoustic guitar, D Minor, melancholic, hopeful climax.

Strangers in Passing

[Verse 1]

Footsteps echo down the avenue,

Faces flicker like candlelight view.

Eyes that linger, just for a breath,

Then turn away, lost to the rest.

[Pre-Chorus]

And maybe we met in another time,

A past unspoken, a fate unsigned.

A fleeting whisper, a nameless tune,

Gone too soon…

[Chorus]

We are strangers in passing, shadows that fade,

Lost in the current, yet somehow we stayed.

A silent refrain in the hum of the street,

A song never sung, but still incomplete.

[Solo - Cello & Guitar, 4 bars, soft, introspective]

[Verse 2]

A smile half-formed, a glance too brief,

A moment caught in the cracks of belief.

Your story echoes behind closed eyes,

Yet we let it slip like the morning sky.

[Pre-Chorus]

And maybe we met in another time,

A past unspoken, a fate unsigned.

A fleeting whisper, a nameless tune,

Gone too soon…

[Chorus]

We are strangers in passing, shadows that fade,

Lost in the current, yet somehow we stayed.

A silent refrain in the hum of the street,

A song never sung, but still incomplete.

[Solo 2 – Cello lead, guitar arpeggios, quiet but emotional.)

[Bridge - Soft, Nearly Spoken, Introspective]

Who were you before you turned away?

A friend I lost? A love astray?

Or just a life that brushed my own,

Before the night pulled us back home…

[Final Chorus]

We are strangers in passing, ghosts in the night,

Woven together in flickering light.

A silent refrain in the hum of the street,

A song never sung, but still incomplete…

[Outro - Extended, Slow Fade, Haunting, Deeply Emotional]

Footsteps echo, then disappear,

Another stranger… another year.

A face forgotten, a name unknown,

But still, I wonder… still, I roam.

[Final cello Outro - Lngering, slow melody, fading into silence. The guitar softly fingerpicks a final unresolved chord, leaving an open-ended feel, as if the story continues beyond the song]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style: 

Soulful rock, D Minor, gentle arpeggios between verses, sustained chords in chorus, deep expressive male vocal, haunting.