Time to Go

[Saxophone solo] 

[Verse 1]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ooo.. Ooo.. ohh.. oh-ho... Time to go! 

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Find yourself a moment to be so?

[Verse 2]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ooo.. Ooo.. ohh.. oh-ho... !

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ohh... Nothing else matters, so! 

[Saxophone solo - haunting]

[Pre chorus]

It was late enough for you to leave, 

And all I did was simply tell you so. 

Could I have done anything better? 

Perhaps; will we ever really know?

[Saxophone solo] 

[Chorus] 

Time to go. Time to flow;

Time to vanish into the glow.

If you're afraid, I understand,

Trust me, for I do know! 

[Saxophone solo] 

[Verse 3]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Your can't find another friend to go!

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

We could do better, however slow.

[Saxophone solo] 

[Pre chorus]

It was late enough for you to leave, 

And all I did was simply tell you so. 

Could I have done anything better? 

Perhaps; will we ever really know?

[Chorus] 

Time to go. Time to flow;

Time to vanish into the glow.

If you're afraid, I understand,

Trust me, for I do know!

[Saxophone solo] 

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Singer-Songwriter. Jazz-Folk. B Dorian. Haunting. Saxophone. Acoustic guitar. Soulful.

The Forgotten Blacksmith

[Intro - Acoustic guitar solo. Lone melancholic tune.]

[Verse 1]

In a corner past the castle walls,

By the embers dim and old,

A blacksmith toils with calloused hands,

Turning iron into gold.

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Yet when the banners rise at dawn,

And victories are sung,

They name the knight who held the blade,

Not the hands that shaped his lung.

[Chorus]

Strike the steel, bend the flame,

Give it shape, don’t give it name.

A thousand battles, none my own,

Yet the sword I made takes the throne.

[Instrumental break - Acoustic guitar solo. Emotional.]

[Verse 2]

I hear the cheers, I hear the feast,

Through a door that stays locked tight.

The man who swings the gilded blade

Drinks to "glory" in the light.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

But when the edge dulls, when the cracks appear,

And new wars start to brew,

They’ll come crawling back, hat in hand,

For a sword that’s forged anew.

[Chorus]

Strike the steel, bend the flame,

Give it shape, don’t give it name.

A thousand battles, none my own,

Yet the sword I made takes the throne.

[Instrumental break - Acoustic guitar solo. Emotional.]

[Verse 3]

The forge still burns, the bellows groan,

But now my hands are tired.

They’ll find another younger fool,

To bleed upon this fire.

[Outro]

So raise your cups to hollow men,

Let them bask in stolen pride.

But steel remembers who it met,

And fire knows who died.

[Final Acoustic Guitar Solo - Lone melancholic tune.]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

D Minor. Acoustic Guitar. Mix of folk, blues, and outlaw country with medieval overtones. Warm and weighted male vocals.

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.