"You’re not my happy ending—you’re my tragic, beautiful beginning."

Beautiful beginning

Looking back on lost delights, I have now got to a period when I captured lyrics of my songs on a laptop, would you believe thst guess is 2010-2020. I wrote very little in the early years of the millenium, turned for a few years to "ART", and the art work on this image is one of my pastel paitings from that period. No connection between the  two creations, just the idea of "hills"

I remember

More Than a moment

Disco dance. Lyrics song by DjSas. 
- Find My Way Home

- Verse]
Born of olive’s and skin shade
Where my roots and dreams were laid
My veins run like the Aegean Sea
Yet they call me a stranger to me

[Verse 2]
A land that whispers in my ear
Its songs of joy its tales of fear
The place that shaped my parents tone
Still I’m left to find my way home

My heart and blood pure
for my parents land,
a land they left 
long ago. 

[Chorus]
I’m lost in the cracks of my history
A heart split between land and sea
Greek blood beats but the path’s unknown
Can I ever truly find my way home

[Verse 3]
Streets of stone that hold my name
Sacred skies that sigh like flame
Every dish every word speaks clear
Yet they tell me I’m not from here

My heart 
My blood 
Pure 
for the land, 
the land my 
parents left behind,
long ago. 

[Bridge]
Blood’s thicker than water or so they say
But maps of the soul get lost every day
Tides keep pulling like they’ve always done
Will I anchor or just keep on the run

[Verse 4]
If the waves could talk if the stars could cry
They’d tell the stories of me and of horizon’s endless dome
Forever searching to find my way home.

A land 
my parents 
left behind 
long ago.

my heart 
my blood 
runs pure. 

Finally found my 
way. 

HOME.

Find_My_Way_Home

Not To Touch The Earth

Pretty When You Beg

[Verse 1] Came back crawling, hands all cracked, Saying “baby” like I’d take you back. You lit the match and watched me burn,
Now I’m the blaze with no return.
You gave her pearls, gave me your lies, I stitched my wounds, let vengeance rise. Now I’m the bitch beneath your sleep,
The shadow where your secrets creep.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Verse 2] Your words were sweet, now bitter lies,
She wears your mask — I cut the ties.
I carved my path through your deceit,
And wore your downfall at my feet.
You missed the poison in my eyes,
Now you’re drowning in your disguise.
You said I’d bend? I broke the mold.
Now I watch you burn as you grow old.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived  Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Bridge] Tears? Nah, I cut that thread, You lost your mind, now you’re dead. Built your lies, now live in shame, I’m the fire, you’re the flame.
[Outro] Red lips, black dress, ice in my veins, Your new girl’s a joke, playing your game.
So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 

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

Pretty when you beg

A psychedelic surf rock version of this song. I hope you like it!

Free Your Mind (Surf Rock Version)

A song for those who know how to function, but don’t feel present.
For those who say “I’m fine” like a ritual, while something in them stays silent.
“It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me” is about splitness—about playing yourself so well even the mirror stops questioning.
The skin fits, but it’s too quiet inside Like someone left the room but locked the door It’s about being seen, but not really there.
About smiling at the right time—and wondering who, exactly, is smiling.
—
“My Head Can’t Hold It” is not an album.
It’s a slow unraveling of what awareness sounds like when it slips through the seams of everyday life. 
For those who function—and sometimes quietly ask:
is this really me?

It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

KARAOKE by NOVA J

My neighbors are starting to hate me
It’s 3am and I’m driving ‘em crazy
All that noise from the upper floor
Now someone’s bangin’ on my door

But I don’t care
I’m in my underwear
Microphone in my hand
Singin’ “No Man’s Land”

Do you wanna come play with me?
And sing karaoke? (Karaoke)

So c’mon by and sing along
Show me your favorite song
I’ll show you mine if you want me to
(Singing karaoke with you)
(Singing karaoke with you)

(ahh-ooo, mm-mm, oh-oh-oh)

I’m not too proud to sing alone
But I’ve got a blank space, and baby I’m home
Life can be toxic, and God bless the child
Who knows every word to Taylor’s “Exile”

If we’re a match
Let’s mess around
I’m a good catch
When I’m not spiraling down

Do you wanna come play with me?
And sing karaoke? (Karaoke)

So c’mon by and sing along
Show me your favorite song
I’ll show you mine if you want me to
(Singing karaoke with you)
(Singing karaoke with you)

(ahh-ooo, mm-mm, oh-oh-oh)

I don’t really mind
If you sing out of key
As long as you’re singing
Right here with me.
(Do you wanna come over?)
And sing karaoke?
I don’t wanna be a loner.
I’m tired of lonely.

So c’mon by and sing along
Show me your favorite song
I’ll show you mine if you want me to
(Singing karaoke with you)
(Singing karaoke with you)
(ahh-ooo, mm-mm, oh-oh-oh)
(Singing karaoke with you)
(Singing karaoke with you)

Karaoke

City Heroes

All my own AI assisted songs, are free to download.

I have been writing songs since1959 until the present. As a songwriter, I am more than happy with the wide range of songs I have written over the years. But my musical skills are quite limited and the early demos on Souncloud are of me singing  and accompanying myself on guitar or latterly ukulele. I can strum the strings well enough, but there my skills end.

Recently I discovered Suno AI and the results astounded me. I could finally produce demos of my songs to be proud of. I am currently going thru my catalogue of songs and producing AI assisted demos. I know many musicians turn away from AI but it has a place for me. There is no other way I could have obtained some 300 demos to this level. I do not and do not intend to look for any reward except the satisfaction that hearing my own songs gives me.

I am still writing and hope to have many more years of songs left in me, Enjoy if you can and I would love to hear your comments on the tracks, if the music moves you at all.

I remember

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