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Soul Searching

breakin' point (prod yogic beats)

When You Broke My Heart

hazzy-my darling

[Verse 1]
You came ‘round in the morning like you didn’t disappear
Left lipstick on the counter and regret in my mirror
You say, “It’s complicated,” like that’s news to me
But I’ve been solving puzzles since you lost your key

[Pre-Chorus]
I poured my love in your half-empty glass
Watched you sip it slow, then let it pass
You said you’re scared to feel too much
So why’d you come back for that midnight touch?

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Verse 2]
Your records still spin like nothing’s wrong
But the silence between the songs is long
You wear that charm like it don’t cost a thing
But darling, lies ain't gold, they just glitter and sting

[Pre-Chorus]
Told your mama I was just a phase
She said I deserved a better place
You keep your truth behind your smile
But I’ve been wise to that for a while

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Bridge – spoken/sung style]
I’d rather dance alone in my red suede shoes
Than share my bed with your shifting moods
Don’t need your maybe, I want your more
But I ain’t beggin’ like I did before

[Final Chorus – soft at first, builds up]
No, I can’t keep loving with half a heart
You’re a haunted tune in a broken chart
I’m done with the guessing, done with the art
Of holding together what falls apart
So take your silence, take your part—
And leave me whole, with my full heart

half a heart

My Tears

Sugar & Steam is a steamy, lo-fi blend of neo-soul, R&B, and soft rap - a playful vignette of flirtation told through the ritual of coffee. Warm vocals drift between melody and conversational flow, layered over hazy jazz-hop textures and downtempo beats. Coffeehouse details (names misspelled, foam surprises, saved corners) become metaphors for touch, ritual, and desire.

Intimate yet groove-driven, this track feels like a whispered conversation stretched into rhythm: sensual, ritualistic, and irresistibly smooth.

(Overall Mood and Concept)
Sugar & Steam is a flirtatious, atmospheric track that lives at the edge of neo-soul, lo-fi R&B, and soft rap. The piece takes the ritual of a morning coffee and turns it into a sensual metaphor, weaving steam, spice, and routine into imagery of desire, intimacy, and repetition. It’s playful yet magnetic- a café vignette stretched into ritual, where every glance and every pour holds more meaning than the cup itself.

(Vocal Approach)
The vocals carry the duality of intimacy and swagger. The sung lines are warm and smooth, evoking a slow-brew soulfulness, while the spoken and soft rap sections add conversational immediacy. That blend gives the track its modern edge: it feels sung and confided at the same time, a mixture of lo-fi croon and bedroom confessional with rhythmic cadence.

(Lyrics & Poetics)
The lyrics are highly sensual without being explicit, “sugar in my coffee, steam across my skin” sets up a tactile metaphor that is extended playfully throughout. Everyday coffee-shop details (names misspelled, tips, foam, corners saved) become a ritualized language of attraction. The repetition of “Save that corner for me” near the end drives home that what seems casual is actually charged with longing and dependence.


[LYRICS]

Mmm…
You already know how I take it.
No cream, no sugar- just you…

Sugar in my coffee,
Steam across my skin.
Every pour you give me
Pulls the warmth from deep within.

Spice beneath the surface,
Drip that slow routine
You don’t ask if I want sweet,
You just serve it sugar & steam.

Your hands on the cup like you mean more.
Names misspelled, but I still score.
You lean on the counter, watch me flinch
One wink, and I lose my common sense.

Shots pull slow, you draw 'em long
Bitterness right, but your touch? Strong.
Every glance says stay, every smile says sip,
And I’m caught in that swirl from your morning script.

You stir slow like you know what it does…
Lookin’ like Sunday morning in a Monday rush…

Told me once it’s just coffee

Mm, lies.

I tip in exact, but you hand back change
Say it’s for luck, or to mess with my brain.
You ask if I want foam
I say surprise me…
And you do, with that look, that touch, precisely.

This ain’t no café thing- it’s ritual now.
I crave that steam more than I’d allow.
A thousand drinks, none hit like this!
Whatever you’re brewin’, it brews with bliss.

Sugar in my coffee,
Steam that makes me stay.
You press the morning into me
In a bold and crooked way.

Cinnamon on top now,
Dreams beneath the cream
No need to sweeten nothin’,
You already got the steam.

Save that corner for me.
Save that corner for me.
Save that corner for me.

Tomorrow same time… right?

Sugar & Steam – Contemporary R&B, Neo-Soul, and a touch of Retro Soul served slow and warm.

A SONG FOR ANYONE THAT HAS LOST SOMEONE AND NEED A SOULFUL SONG TO GET THROUGH IT.
ITS THERAPY FOR ME...(IM A BIG CRY BABY!)GOD BLESS ANYONE FEELS THIS DEDICATED TO ALL MY LOVED ONES

I Gotta Run Today

Imagine me
Me with you
Loving each other 
without no rules
Being together 
Is all I need from you

Imagine how 
It could be
sharing the sweetness of ecstasy
There are no rules 
when it's you an me
Imagine how wonderful
That could be

Baby close your eyes
Come dream with me
Jump off this cliff
Into our own reality
Imagine how good it would be
Close your eyes and take this ride with me

Imagine us in the moonlight
kissing and holding each other tight
Hush no don't say a word
Please just use the time
to see forever is ours to find

Baby close your eyes
Come dream with me
Jump off this cliff
Into our own reality
Imagine how good it would be
Close your eyes and take this ride with me

Close your eyes
baby let's fly
_______________________________________
Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Imagine

From album Zhengtronic Vol.1 
Song by The roots, Re-imagined by CICI Zhu

Zhengtronic Vol.1

You Got Me

Blends chill R&B, neo-soul grooves, and lo-fi soul textures. Perfect for late-night listening.

Slow Down

Take It Easy is a smooth soul ballad that invites listeners to pause, breathe, and embrace life’s gentle flow. With heartfelt lyrics, mellow grooves, and vintage soul textures, this track reminds us that not every moment is a crisis, and peace often lies in simplicity. This song blends emotional warmth with laid-back rhythm to offer comfort, clarity, and calm in a rushing world.

Take It Easy

A gritty funky blues track. About looking at one's own life from the point of view of 'what I am doing with the time I have?' This is how it goes:

What am I to do with the death bed blues?
You don’t want to be in my shoes
But you don’t get to choose
Win or lose…It’s going to happen to you….
That’s why we get those,
yes we all get those death bed, dead time blues

So what ya going to do, With the life you live
Have you got something for him, 
something to give,  
Anything to live for, something to be forgiven for
I’ll open the door, just for you, 
when you get the death bed blues

When the time comes don’t run, 
there’s nowhere to run, 
You can’t run out on a deal that’s been done
You start breathing heavy 
when the process has begun,
laugh till you pass…..I'll be there with you, 
when you get those death bed..
dead time blues

When I get them too, 
I buy something new….
Avoid the fact, that it will be back
If it’s me next, I slip away on a pretext,
but oh no, when you’re due,
no hiding from the death bed
Dead time blues

I got the Death bed blues, yes I do
I'm slimming to be beautiful just for you
Maybe you will pass me by, tell me some lies
So I can avoid that end time bad news
It’s going to happen to me too…
I get the Death bed
Death bed dead time blues

Oh keep me out of that depressing room, that undressing room, where you loom
Where you lose your bloom, 
and just whose tune you was singing to, 
and who pointed to the moon, 
said you might not be breathing soon
That’s why we get those death bed, dead time blues

But I suspect, even though I'm wrecked
that I should have checked in before I check out,
grab my drink before I'm chucked out, 
but I messed about, just to get paid, laid, 
then I was splayed, I'm on the floor,
I am no more, it’s nothing new,
I have the Death bed, dead time blues

no one wants to be kept in check, or henpecked,
find away without fear,
have some respect,
who knows what’s correct in this crazy world that’s a cult or sect,
that no one suspects they’re caught in it too…
no wonder we all get those death bed, dead time blues

it’s the end of time, it’s the end of the line
the end of me and the end of mine
it’s your last chance to shine,
the way we live is a crime,
if you don’t do what you’re here to do
I can assure you, 
You’ll get the death bed, dead time blues

I got the Death bed blues, yes I do
I'm slimming to be beautiful just for you
Maybe you will pass me by, tell me some lies
So I can avoid that end time bad news
It’s going to happen to me too…
I get the Death bed
Death bed dead time blues

Death Bed, Dead Time Blues

For a Friend (IN THE HOUSE OF JAZZ)

Ferme les yeux, laisse les mots t’emporter, une douce mélodie t’attend, comme un secret murmuré à l’oreille..
Un charme fou se cache derrière chaque note et ne demande qu’à être découvert..

Un charme fou

Between the beats

Buck Ramble — When the Money Ain’t Never Over

Found in dusty reels marked “Goodnight Trail Sessions,” these are the long-lost recordings of Buck Ramble — the saloon singer turned silver-screen storyteller who lived long enough to see cowhands become celebrities.

Every track is a campfire sermon in rhythm: part truth, part tall tale.
He sings about lawmen, outlaws, faith, denial, women, whiskey, and the strange mercy of knowing too much.
By the time the record closes with the title track, Buck’s world has shifted from trail dust to camera lights — but the heart’s still out there under the same sky.

Restored by Volant Records (All Worlds Reserved®).

Genre: Frontier Folk / Western Blues / Spoken Americana
Runtime: ~50 minutes

“Stories are cheaper than bullets — but hit just the same.”

I Ain't Your Angel, Honey

L'écriture est une passion.. La partager est un plaisir.. Et donner un peu de bonheur musical est une joie..

Et avec l'aide de l'IA, mon nouvel allié créatif qui m'aide à transformer mes textes en expériences sonores complètes, en y ajoutant la musique et les voix..
L'IA est le pinceau qui peint mes textes, avec des palettes de mélodies et des couleurs de voix.. Elle donne une nouvelle dimension à mes créations..

Un charme fou

André BigTroll

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