Third Vietnamese Pop Ballad 

[LYRICS]
Ở Đà Lạt mùa này hoa đang nở, 
Anh viết từ nơi ấy, thành phố của những đóa hoa. 
Những ngày tươi đẹp xa xôi, còn mãi trong tim, 
Bức thư này, là tiếng nói của tâm hồn anh.

Mỗi dòng chữ như vẽ nên mùa xuân, 
Trong tim anh, em vẫn là mùa hoa đẹp nhất.

"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," ngập tràn kỷ niệm, 
Lời yêu thương, anh gửi theo từng cánh hoa. 
Dù mùa thay lá, tình yêu không phai nhạt, 
"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," mãi mãi với anh.

Ngày tháng trôi, nhưng ký ức không phai, 
Hình bóng em, in đậm nơi con đường hoa. 
Lá thư này, gửi gắm bao điều anh muốn nói, 
Rằng anh nhớ, và tình yêu vẫn cháy bỏng.

Dòng chữ run rẩy, tay anh lần theo, 
Trong gió Đà Lạt, anh tìm hơi ấm của em.

"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," ngập tràn kỷ niệm, 
Lời yêu thương, anh gửi theo từng cánh hoa. 
Dù mùa thay lá, tình yêu không phai nhạt, 
"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," mãi mãi với anh.

Thời gian qua đi, mùa hoa lại về, 
Anh ở nơi đây, lòng vẫn hướng về em. 
Bức thư tay này, chứa chan niềm thương nhớ, 
Gửi vào gió, bay về nơi em.

Trong mỗi lá thư, là bao niềm tin, 
Rằng một ngày nào đó, mình sẽ lại bên nhau.

"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," ngập tràn kỷ niệm, 
Lời yêu thương, anh gửi theo từng cánh hoa. 
Dù mùa thay lá, tình yêu không phai nhạt, 
"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," mãi mãi với anh.

Bức thư bay qua những dãy núi, 
vượt qua bao la đại dương, 
Mang theo hương hoa Đà Lạt, 
và tình yêu anh trao.

"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," ngập tràn kỷ niệm, 
Lời yêu thương, anh gửi theo từng cánh hoa. 
Dù mùa thay lá, tình yêu không phai nhạt, 
"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," mãi mãi với anh.

Và khi em đọc những dòng này, Hy vọng em cảm nhận được, 
tình yêu anh mãi không thay. 
"Bức thư từ Đà Lạt," không chỉ là kỷ niệm, 
Mà là chứng minh, tình yêu vẫn đẹp như ngày đầu tiên.

Bức thư đến từ Đà Lạt

All Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

[Verse 1]
Summer of '89 was amazing
Time of my life, girl, no faking
Your laugh lit the air, like fire in the sky
I met you then, got lost in your eyes

No time for work, just chasing the sun
Every moment felt like the only one
Long nights at the beach, hearts intertwined
Crazy nights at the cabin, love undefined

[Chorus]
Summer of '89, you were so fine
Dancing in the moonlight, hearts on the line
Every memory’s a song, still playing in my mind
Summer of '89, you were so fine

[Verse 2]
Radio blasting our favorite tunes
Golden skies melting into maroon
Barefoot, carefree, we owned the night
Every kiss a spark, every touch felt right

I still see your face in the ocean breeze
Hear your laugh in the rustling trees
What we had, girl, was one of a kind
That wild summer’s still frozen in time

[Chorus]
Summer of '89, you were so fine
Dancing in the moonlight, hearts on the line
Every memory’s a song, still playing in my mind
Summer of '89, you were so fine

[Bridge]
I came back, searching for a trace
Of the magic we made in that timeless place
But the years roll on, and though you’re long gone
Your spirit stays, like a perfect song

[Chorus]
Summer of '89, you were so fine
Dancing in the moonlight, hearts on the line
Every memory’s a song, still playing in my mind
Summer of '89, you were so fine

[Outro]
Time won’t erase what we left behind
That crazy summer, your hand in mine
Summer of '89, you were so fine
Forever etched in the sands of time

[Final Verse]
Now I stand where it all began
The waves still crash, the same old sand
But time can't bring what we left behind
Just a dream of the summer when you were mine

[end]

Summer of '89 (You Were So Fine)

Shine It On {repeater take at Club Ed}  by Hot Cookie

[Verse 1] Mornings with a melody, writing in my room, Coffee and a notebook, hummin’ out a tune. "Hey girl, why don’t you smile more?” It's like a broken record, heard it all before.

[Chorus] Oh, it’s so aggravating, the way they intrude, With their unsolicited advice, oh, the nerve, the attitude. But I’ve learned to shine it on, let it roll away, I’ll keep my head high, come what may.

[Verse 2] Evening gigs in smoky bars, playing 'til it’s late, Chasing dreams with my guitar, I’m learning to navigate. "Sweetheart, you’d look prettier with a grin,” Little do they know, I’m strong under my skin. 

[Bridge] From the catcalls on the corner to the comments in the hall, I’ve built my armor, I stand tall through it all. I’ve got my own life, don’t need your validation, I’ll shine it on, that’s my declaration.

[Chorus] Oh, it’s so aggravating, the way they intrude, With their unsolicited advice, oh, the nerve, the attitude. But I’ve learned to shine it on, let it roll away, I’ll keep my head high, come what may.

[Outro] So when you see me walkin’ by, know I’ve got my own style, I don’t need to be told when and how to smile. I’ll shine it on, I’ll make my own way, In this world of mine, I get to have my say.
In this world of mine, I get to have my say.

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Shine It On by Hot Cookie

Life Is Better

I'm Your Mailbox

Echoes in an Unwritten Labyrinth by Hot Cookie

[Verse 1]
I built this maze with hands I barely know,
Each brick a question, every turn a slow unravel.
The air hums static, thick with what I owe,
To versions of myself I couldn’t travel.
The walls are paper-thin, but still they hold,
A thousand stories etched in fading gold.

[Chorus]
I’m the builder, the ghost, the tangled thread,
A storm of whispers turning in my head.
Every corner bends, a deeper shade of red,
I’m chasing silence, but it’s louder instead.

[Verse 2]
I painted constellations on the floor,
But they dissolved beneath the weight of time.
The door I locked is rattling once more,
A rhythm I can’t place, a broken rhyme.
I hear the hum of engines I can’t name,
A symphony of loss I can’t reclaim.

[Chorus]
I’m the builder, the ghost, the tangled thread,
A storm of whispers turning in my head.
Every corner bends, a deeper shade of red,
I’m chasing silence, but it’s louder instead.

[Bridge]
The spiral tightens, but I see the crack,
A sliver of the world I’m coming back.
The weight begins to lift, the shadows thin,
A fragile light I’m learning to let in.
The storm still turns, but now it feels like home,
A quiet revolution in my bones.

[Verse 3]
I walk the maze, but now I feel the ground,
The walls are shifting, softer now, unbound.
The echoes fade, replaced by something new,
A melody I’m finally moving through.
The labyrinth dissolves, the air turns clear,
And in the stillness, I can finally hear.

[Outro]
I’m the builder, the ghost, but now I’m free,
A storm of whispers turning into me.
Every corner bends, but now I see it true,
I’m chasing silence, and it leads me to you.

I’m chasing silence, and it
 leads... me... to... you...( leads... me... to... you..)...

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
All rights reserved and protected by ZproMur LLC, doing business as Pinky's Picks. Copyright 2024 by ZproMur. For cover inquiries and use in films, commercials, or other marketing, promotional, or musical applications of this material in any part, please direct message or look for us on Music Row: Open Door Music Party and Publishing

Echoes in an Unwritten Labyrinth by Hot Cookie

she da wicked child
dat girl gone wild
she got them crazy streakin
dirty speakin'
super freakin'
when she tweakin
like da girl bin wicked born
in a disco tranny porn
like a wicked girl conceived
in a dumpster down on ghetto street


she got wicked style
dat girl gotta dial
she crankin'all da way up
ladder stay-ups
double D cups
smearin'makeup
minidress bin rip'd n'torn
in a disco tranny porn
all dat wicked girl believes
in her trailer trash stiletto heels 

she da wicked child
dat girl gone wild
she got them crazy streakin
dirty speakin'
super freakin'
when she tweakin

like da girl bin wicked born
in a disco tranny porn
like a wicked girl conceived
in a dumpster down on ghetto street

wicked

disco

disco tranny whore
she on da floor

she hunt da man
like a predator

da wicked disco tranny whore

she got wicked style
dat girl gotta dial
she crankin' all da way up
ladder stay-ups
double D cups
smearin' makeup

minidress be rip'd n'torn
in a disco tranny porn
all dat wicked girl believes
in her trailer trash stiletto heels 

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Drowning

CROSSED ROADS

Walking down the road again
Wondering where it leads
The stars above they guide me
Whispering my needs

Clouds are shifting shapes
Painting the sky blue
Paths we take unknown
But our hearts follow through

Fate will take its course
In a world so wide
We can't run or hide
Fate will be our guide

Winds of change are blowing
Life keeps moving fast
What tomorrow brings us
Only fate can cast

Moments of change are blowing
Life keeps moving fast
What tomorrow brings us
Only fate can cast

Moments lost and found
Memories we keep
In the hands of fate
We'll find what we seek

Clouds are shifting shapes
Painting the sky blue
Paths we take unknown
But our hearts follow through

Fate will take its course
In a world so wide
We can't run or hide
Fate will be our guide

Walking down the road again
Wondering where it leads
In the hands of fate
We'll find what we seek

Clouds are shifting shapes
Painting the sky blue
Paths we take unknown
But our hearts follow through

Walking down the road again
Wondering where it leads..

Crossed Roads

A stream of neon dreams flows through the noise, Whispering secrets in digital poise. We ride on currents of shifting desire, In the pulse of progress, our hearts are the wires.

Liquid Horizons

It's like clean air

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