Written by: Erick Ross
Released by: ARO Productions
Album: Singles Only Club
Artist: Milo

Singles Only Club

More Then You Know

Forgive them for they do not know
That breakin’ these stained glass windows
You can take the soul of new arrivals
The innocence of a child you stole

I would tell ’em again
I’d tell ’em ’til they fall on their knees
And if you wanna harm the little ones
Shame on you eternally
I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs
Did I stutter? Or do you need me to repeat?

Prayin’ confession may set you free
We all do things you can’t explain
But I’m beggin’ you
Don’t hurt the babies
Then walk and act like you’re sane

Yeah
This isn’t rocket science [no no]
It isn’t rocket science
It’s not even theology [no no]
We’ve seen the worst in humanity And it feels like an eternity

If it’s not so easy to believe
Then why do we hide our little ones?
Why can’t we walk in the light of God?
You’re smashin’ these stained glass windows of ours
They might forgive
I’ll never forget
I was the one who suffered from it
The truth’ll come to light in the end
I tried so hard to tell ’em

I would tell ’em again [I'd sure tell 'em again]
I’d tell ’em ’til they fall on their knees
And if you wanna harm the little ones [harm the little ones]
Shame on you eternally
I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs [at the top of my lungs]
Did I stutter? There’s no need for me to repeat?

Cruella - Stained Glass Windows

I'll Find  A Way

Private dancer 

(Verse 1) I see you sittin’ there talkin’ that talk, Throwin’ that money like you run this spot. Think you the boss, think you callin’ the shots, But baby, I choose when this party don’t stop.
(Pre-Chorus) I know you watchin’, I know you want it, You playin’ cool, but boy, I caught it. Ain’t no free ride, better come correct, Respect the Queen, put some ice on my neck.
(Chorus) You see me windin’, grindin’, I do it my way, Ain't no dollar gonna make me stay. You wanna fuck me? Better step in line, You already know, you’re out of time
(Verse 2) You talk a big game, say you want a bad girl, But can you handle when I rock your world? I ain’t impressed by a roll of your cash, You wanna pull up? Better make it last.
(Pre-Chorus) I know you watchin’, I know you want it, You playin’ cool, but boy, I caught it. Ain’t no free ride, better come correct, Respect the queen, put some ice on my neck.
(Chorus) You see me windin’, grindin’, I do it my way, Ain't no dollar gonna make me stay. You wanna fuck me? Better step in line, You already know, you’re out of time
(Bridge) You ain't the first, won’t be the last, But baby, I move way too fast. You talk about what you wanna do, But boy, I think I’m choosin’ you.
(Outro) I see you watchin’, I see you dreamin’, But baby, I’m gone before the evenin’. You wanna love me? Get in line, You already know, you’re out of time.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Private dancer (Blues)

A fun, musical journey. Uplifting in music, while telling the story of lovers problems.

A combination of guitar, strings and strong vocals. Creates a story through intricate progression, a good fast beat and just joyful music.

Written in 2024, recorded 2025.

Beginning

I Can Feel What You Feel

by-Matthew F. Blowers III


Utterly lost
in the tangle
of your mendacity,
limbs flailing at
the woods that
became wouldn'ts
trying to find
the roots
of where our
love once bloomed.

My soul a knothole,
empty and dark
as I stagger through
the acres of aches,
following the endless
forked tongues
of the paths on
which you've led me,
leading only
to dead ends.

With only this
poet tree to
support me,
its strength
etched deeply in a
trunkful of sorrows,
I take a long pause,
to gather my thoughts.

Soon I will leave
the stunted growth
of our love,
by retracing the
trails of my tears,
marked by the tiny shoots
of green they've caused.

Perhaps these buds
of hope will guide me
to much stronger roots,
then your twisted man-go,
as I seek a
sequoia of passion
rising somewhere
past this pain

Utterly lost (2)

"Can’t Get It Out" is a raw, emotionally charged alt-rock confession from NIGHT INTRUDER. Drenched in melancholy and shadowed by inner torment, this haunting track captures the struggle of living with pain that refuses to fade. Perfect for fans of dark, introspective rock with gut-punching lyrics and unforgettable atmosphere.


Can’t Get It Out

from the album The Cave
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Thank you for listening my music

What is this Place

I’ve never seen this place before...
No door, no path, no open floor.
Why now? Why me? What brought me near?
What do you want? Why am I here?

The cosmos and I
Are burning through the sky
But I don’t wanna die
Without you by my side

I'm tripping into space
The monsters on my face
A world I can't erase
I need to escape

They’re calling me
They speak to me
The fire sings but I don’t know
What is this place?

Where am I now? 
Is this the end? 
Did I inhale the dark in me?
Or did I die beneath this dream? 
The fire sings but I don’t know
I don't know!

The nightmare in me
Is swirling in the sky
But I don’t wanna die
Without you by my side

I'm tripping into space
The monsters on my face
A world I can't erase
I need to escape

They flicker and dance, they’re calling me.
So bright, so strange, they speak to me...
“Come close, come deep, come follow light”
But I don’t know... I’m cold inside.

They’re calling me
They speak to me
The fire sings but I don’t know
What is this place?

Where am I now? (oh)
Is this the end? (oh, oh)
Did I inhale the dark in me? (oh-oh-uoh)
Or did I die beneath this dream? (oh, oh)
The fire sings but I don’t know
I don’t know!
I don't know!

If I belong, then let it be—
A spark inside eternity.
No name, no shape, no voice to scream,
Just fire dreaming fire inside a dream.
The fire sings but I don’t know!
I don't know!

Whispers burn and shadows glow-uoh
The fire sings but I don’t know
What is this place?

 Lyrics by Rei Sarod

The Cave

What is this Place

What is this Place?

Not Enough

Whispering Your Name is the sound of shadows, echoes, and ghosts.
This album wasn’t planned — it emerged on its own. Haunted pianos, ticking clocks, chopped voices, and choirs that collapse under their own weight. From the Whispers Trilogy (Wind, Shadows, Fog) to the phantom figure Echo, from the haunted-club pulse of Until the Morning to the Stranger Things dread of Fragments and the operatic collapse of I Told You, You Told Me, every track pulls you deeper into the mist.

This is the darker side of Connor Charles — cinematic, eerie, and brutally emotional. An album that whispers back when you call its name.


08,Take Me By The Hand

Over 3,300 songs. Try one out and let me know what you think. I will return the favor.


The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

Utterly lost (2)

Art~Whimsically Yours

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