Lanterns In The Fog - 2 (Blues Rock)

[Intro - Electric guitar arpeggios in A-minor, reverb heavy]

[Silence - 2 seconds]

[Bass enters with A-minor groove, light percussion]

[Verse 1]
The road bends quiet, no signs to read, 
Lanterns in the fog, they flicker and bleed. 
A whisper of footsteps, a shadow of rain, 
The night keeps its secrets, but calls out my name. 

[Chorus - Electric guitar strum in A-minor]
Carry me slow, through the silence untold, 
Where stories are written in silver and gold. 
I’ll follow the lanterns, wherever they go, 
Through valleys of memory, through rivers that flow.

[Bass enters with A-minor groove, light percussion]

[Verse 2]
The stars are scattered, like pages torn, 
Each one a promise, each one reborn. 
I walk with the echoes, I walk with the flame, 
The fog is a curtain, but I play the game. 

[Chorus - Electric guitar strum in A-minor]
Carry me slow, through the silence untold, 
Where stories are written in silver and gold. 
I’ll follow the lanterns, wherever they go, 
Through valleys of memory, through rivers that flow.

[Electric guitar solo in A-minor, blues phrasing]

[Bridge]
And if the dawn forgets my face, 
I’ll leave my song in this quiet place. 
Lanterns will guide me, steady and true, 
Through fog that remembers, through skies that renew. 

[Outro]
Carry me slow… carry me slow… 
Lanterns in the fog, they already know.

[Bass and guitar fade in A-minor, lingering reverb]


-- Pradeep K (Prady)



Style 2:
An atmospheric blues-rock arrangement in A-minor with electric guitar arpeggios, deep bass, and restrained percussion. The sound builds slowly, layering reverb for a fog-like effect. Rich, gravelly male vocals cut through with raw emotion, balancing romance and mystery.

Lanterns In The Fog - 1 (Indie folk ballad)

[Intro - Fingerpicked acoustic guitar solo in D-minor, gentle strumming]

[Verse 1]

The road bends quiet, no signs to read,  

Lanterns in the fog, they flicker and bleed.  

A whisper of footsteps, a shadow of rain,  

The night keeps its secrets, but calls out my name.  

[Chorus]

Carry me slow, through the silence untold,  

Where stories are written in silver and gold.  

I’ll follow the lanterns, wherever they go,  

Through valleys of memory, through rivers that flow.  

[Fingerpicked acoustic guitar solo in D-minor, gentle strumming]

[Verse 2]

The stars are scattered, like pages torn,  

Each one a promise, each one reborn.  

I walk with the echoes, I walk with the flame,  

The fog is a curtain, but I play the game.  

[Chorus]

Carry me slow, through the silence untold,  

Where stories are written in silver and gold.  

I’ll follow the lanterns, wherever they go,  

Through valleys of memory, through rivers that flow.  

[Solo acoustic guitar riff in D-minor, restrained]

[Bridge]

And if the dawn forgets my face,  

I’ll leave my song in this quiet place.  

Lanterns will guide me, steady and true,  

Through fog that remembers, through skies that renew.  

[Outro]

Carry me slow… carry me slow…  

Lanterns in the fog, they already know.

[Gentle acoustic guitar fade in D-minor]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style 1: 

An indie-folk ballad in D-minor, with acoustic guitar strumming and subtle violin layers. Tempo is steady and restrained, evoking a cinematic journey through mist. Rich, gravelly male vocals deliver the lyrics with intimacy and resonance, carrying both vulnerability and strength.  

The First Pic in The Panel

I am what could be,

I am what could be. 

I wonder why I'm not what I

Dreamed I could be, but

I am what could be, 

I am what could be! 

No more. No less. No want.

No need. No can. No can't.

No sin. No taunt.

No uncle. No aunt.

I'm the first pic in the panel, 

Yeah, I am the first pic in the panel.

It may be the last panel to be seen,

Or maybe the panel has never been!

Yet, I trust them when they say that

I am the first pic in the panel!

No more. No less. No want.

No need. No can. No can't.

No sin. No taunt.

No twists, no turns.

No rubs, no burns. 

That's destiny!

I am what could be,

I am what could be. 

I wonder why I'm not what I

Dreamed I could be, but

I am what could be, 

I am what could be! 

[Slow, almost intoxicated drag]

I am the first pic in the panel...

I am the first pic in the panel...

A panel that never was.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style: 

Upcountry folk song with acoustic guitar, banjo, and hand percussion. Rustic, porch-singing vibe. Chant-like repetition in the verses. Hymn-like refrain "I am what could be" sung with rising intensity. Gravelly male voice, raspy and weathered, delivering lines with grit. Earthy, mystical mood with communal feel.

The Room That Forgot Me

[Intro - 16 bar electric guitar Arpeggios in E-minor]

[Verse 1] 
I lived in a room that forgot my name
The walls spoke mildew, the fan spun shame
Light came in like a guest uninvited
Left behind stories I never recited

[Solo - 16 bar. Slide guitar, weeping bends]

[Chorus] 
The room that forgot me still knows how I breathe
It hums in my silence, it sings when I leave
I write on the windows, I sleep with the past
But nothing I whisper is meant to last

[Verse 2] 
My bed was a raft in a flood of old prayers
Ghosts brushed my hair with forgotten cares
They spoke in a tongue I almost knew
Like lullabies sung by someone I once knew

[Bridge] 
The mirror cracked but kept on lying
Showed me a face that was always trying
I wore my silence like ceremonial thread
Stitched by rituals I never said

[Solo - 32 bar. Slide guitar, weeping bends, minor pentatonic riffs]

[Verse 3] 
Outside, the monsoon rehearsed its grief
Inside, I bartered my truths for relief
I wrote poems on fogged-up glass
Knowing they'd vanish before anyone asked

[Chorus] 
The room that forgot me still knows how I breathe
It hums in my silence, it sings when I leave
I write on the windows, I sleep with the past
But nothing I whisper is meant to last

[Solo - 16 bar. Slide guitar, weeping bends]

[Outro – Spoken softly or sung falsetto]
And still—
I stayed.
Not for comfort.
But to prove I could.
To prove I could.

[Solo - 16 bar. Slide guitar, weeping bends, slowly fading]


-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:
Soft rock. E-minor. Electric guitar. Weeping slide guitar bends. Brush drums. 

The Sheriff of Shadows

[Intro - 8 bars of slide guitar to set the mood]

[Verse 1]
I met a man in a mirror crack, 
Said he knew my past by heart. 
He wore a badge made of broken clocks, 
And claimed he could read my scars. 

[Prechorus]
He said, “Boy, you’re haunted by choices you made 
In dreams you don’t recall. 
But I’ve got a map of your midnight mind— 
It’s scribbled on confession halls.” 

[Solo - Slide guitar—slow, eerie, with bends that mimic the Sheriff’s creeping presence]

[Chorus]
So I tipped my hat to the Sheriff of Shadows, 
Paid him in secrets and sighs. 
He rides a horse named Déjà Vu 
And arrests thoughts that lie. 
He’s got cuffs for your conscience, 
And boots full of blame— 
But he’ll let you go easy 
If you forget your name. 

[Solo - Fingerpicked acoustic guitar with subtle dobro accents—reflective, slightly dissonant]

[Verse 2]
He told me shame’s just a ghost in drag, 
Wearing ambition’s clothes. 
And guilt’s a preacher with a crooked smile 
Selling half-priced souls. 

[Prechorus]
He said, “Truth ain’t clean, it’s just well-dressed;
It wears a tie made of tangled facts,
And dreams are debts unpaid. 
You want peace? Try amnesia— 
It’s cheaper than being brave.” 

[Bridge]
Now I hear him whistling through my vents, 
Smells like old regret and cheap sin. 
He’s got a warrant for my better self, 
But I won’t let him in.

[Solo - Harmonica layered with a low slide guitar—ghostly and unresolved]

[Chorus]
So I tipped my hat to the Sheriff of Shadows, 
Paid him in secrets and sighs. 
He rides a horse named Déjà Vu 
And arrests thoughts that lie. 
He’s got cuffs for your conscience, 
And boots full of blame— 
But he’ll let you go easy 
If you forget your name. 

[Outro]
If he’s tailing the trail of your regrets, 
Don’t stall, don’t spark the shame. 
Just hum this hymn and roll on past— 
He only arrests those who claim the blame.

[8 bars of slide guitar slowly fading away]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)


Style:
Country ballad. Vocals low, gravelly baritone. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar with harmonica. Brushed drums. Parapsychological undertones and satirical bite.

Fragile by Design

[Intro (English)]

They called me fragile,

Like it was a flaw!

But I was built to bend

Not break

[Ambient guitar arpeggio (fingerpicked, slightly syncopated)]

[Verse 1 (Hindi)]

Toota hoon, magar tarasha gaya

Har dard se kuch seekha gaya.

Naazuk tha, par jaan bujh ke

Kyunki har zakhm mein roshni thi

[Flute solo - soul exhaling]

[Chorus (Mixed)]

Fragile by design, fragile by design!

Not weak, just woven with care!

Naazuk hoon, par sachcha

Maut se bhi gehra.

[Percussive vocal rhythm, over light congas]

Daba ri ba room... badakka boom...

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Fragile by design... Tacha, tacha...

Tacha... tacha... Fragile by design...!

[Guitar arpeggio + Flute echo]

[Verse 2 (English)]

I cracked where the pressure lived

But the cracks let the light in  

I didn’t shatter—I shimmered  

I didn’t fall—I folded into myself

[Bridge (Hindi)]

Jo bikhra, woh mita nahi

Jo roya, woh jiya gaya!

Naazuk hone ka matlab tha

Zinda rehna har haal mein tha!

[Percussive vocal rhythm, over light congas]

Lampa tika lamba tamtam...

Lampa tika lamba tamtam...

Tadikita thom, tadikita thom....

Lampa tika lamba tamtam...!

[Flute solo, layered with soft percussion (Latin congas or Goan rhythm)]

[Outro (English) ]

They called me fragile

But I was never afraid to feel  

I was built to break

And still be beautiful

[Final flute solo fading into ambient textures]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Fusion of Pop and rock with a distinctly Indian flavor. Goan and Portuguese influences. Sega, African, Latin, and Caribbean rhythms.Cross-cultural instrumentation (flute, guitar, ambient textures). The flute solos will be layered with soft percussion (Latin congas or Goan rhythm).

Moonlight Audit

[Musical intro - saxophone solo, ending on G#]

[Intro - English]

The moon doesn’t ask questions.

It just shines on the pages I’ve hidden.

Tonight challenges my truth.

Tonight, I audit my silences.

[Verse 1 - English]

I said “I’m fine” when I wasn’t.  

I laughed when I should’ve screamed.  

I let them name me, frame me, tame me.  

And I signed every dotted line.

[Chorus - Hindi]

Chand ki roshni mein hisaab hua

Har khamoshi ka jawab hua

Jo khud se nazar churayi thi

Woh roshni ne dikhayi thi

[Saxophone solo, ending on G#]

[Verse 2 - English]

I had traded truth for peace.  

I wore pride like perfume—strong, but fleeting.  

I let shame settle like dust

Until it became part of my lies.

[Chorus - Hindi]

Chand ki roshni mein hisaab hua

Har khamoshi ka jawab hua

Jo khud se nazar churayi thi

Woh roshni ne dikhayi thi

[Saxophone solo, ending on G#]

[Bridge - mixed]

This ledger has no totals.  

Just entries—some bleeding, some fading.  

Gunah likhe na gaye thay,

Per mehsoos karaaye gaye!

[Outro - mixed]

All those secrets I hid in shadows,

The moonlight blew them open.

Hisaab ab bhi adhoora hai, 

Per roshni tho poori hai!

[Saxophone solo, ending on G#]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style: 

A-minor, E-minor. Soft Rock. Breathy tenor Saxophone. Ambient textures. The vocal phrasing should often resolve on black keys (e.g., F#, G#, C#), creating emotional tension and unresolved cadence. Avoid full harmonic resolution; let the melody linger in ambiguity.