FALLING FOR THE BAD ONES

Wait up, hold on
Calling back to earth
My rocket was towed away
It’s pretty cold out here in space

Wake up, got no feeling in my head
I wish that I’d stayed awake
I wouldn’t be left here instead

Hoping there’s still somebody
Out there who still might copy me
But I got nothing - just static
Feels so lonely as I float away

And all I see is stars
They always seemed so far away
But now appear so large
I never saw ‘cause I was in the way

Could this be a brand new minute?
Could this be a brand new minute for me?
Could this be a brand new minute?
All this magic right in front of me
Could this be a brand new minute?
Could this be a brand new minute?
I see a whole world and I’m right in it
All a sudden, where I’m meant to be

Who goes there? Where are they?
Who knows just how far they
have travelled the star way
If only they saw me….
 
Home never seemed so far
Was hoping to see it in another way
But oh man the scene is so dark
The further I go floating away

And all I see is stars
So many sparkles far away
But now what seems so large - 
I never saw ‘cause I was in the way 

Could this be a brand new minute?
Could this be a brand new minute for me?
Could this be a brand new minute?
All this magic right in front of me
Could this be a brand new minute?
Could this be a brand new minute?
I see a whole world and I’m right in it
All a sudden, where I’m meant to be

Brand New Minute

Laugh Track

Your Smile

Distant

Tapping young hitmaker Cooper Folden (Paul Russell) “magic” sounds like a turquoise gem washed up on the sands of Venice Beach. Glistening with electric guitars and doubled synthesizers, Frye and his all-star band are clearly ready to kick off Summer early and get the party started.

magic

I Still Think You Might

You never touched me
But the space you left
I keep falling into it

There was no plan
No signal flared in the sky, no moment carved in time
Just something slow
and quiet
and final
in the way your gaze didn't move

You looked at me like a question you weren't ready to ask
And I stayed still-because I wasn't ready to answer

You didn't lean in
I didn't breathe out
The pause got heavier
I swear, it pressed on my ribs like a second heart

And maybe you meant nothing
But my body rephrased you
into yes

This isn't hunger
Not exactly
This is knowing what you'd taste like
if I ever let you be real

Not a touch-and still it stung
Not a sound-and still I spun
What we are-unsaid.
What we want-undone.

I imagined what your hand would feel like on the back of my neck
not heavy, not claiming, just there
like something I forgot I wanted
until it reminded me

You moved one breath closer
The air gave up its shape
I didn't step back

Do you know how rare it is
to want someone like a sentence half-remembered
but still trust the ending?

Not a touch-and still it stung
Not a sound-and still I spun
What we are-unsaid.
What we want-undone.

Then silence folded-soft, complete
and breath met breath in rhythm sweet
Not taken. Not claimed. Just given
like a truth too full to speak

And we were
naked
Not just skin
but thought
and choice
and everything we didn't say
now echoing in the heat between
what moved... and what stayed

No vow, no proof
just pulse
and yes
and now

And nothing left undone

Held Without Hands

looped only to avoid copyright.
nothing belongs to me

back to friends - sombr (slowed)

“Myself” is Lauren Jay’s most personal song to date — a powerful blend of vulnerability and strength.
With haunting melodies, cinematic atmosphere, and a closing verse in Italian, she opens her soul and invites you into her world.
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Myself

“Don’t Need Much” and The Electric Sons’ previous single, “Real Life,” were recorded in a single day at Maze Studios in Atlanta, GA. The song explores the simple yet overwhelming desire to have it all — a yearning that feels at once like a fundamental human need and an extravagant dream. The pursuit of happiness, lasting love, shared ideals, and a bit of control over life can drive a person mad when it always seems just out of reach.

Distant

Ava Valianti

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