Name: Ghosts in the Chain by AZSolo in Let’s start again
Duration: 4 min 35 s
Description: A cinematic journey through ambition, sin, faith, and redemption in the age of code.

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Let’s start again

Work Of Art

Lonely At The Top

Live Your Life (Her/Alternative Rock).mp3

This is elevation music. “Grown Man Energy” is what happens when the pain turns to wisdom and the hustle turns to peace.
It’s about knowing your worth, setting boundaries, and walking different when you’ve outgrown the noise. No flex, just focus. No hate, just higher ground.

This one’s for the ones who made it through and leveled up.

🔥 Produced by: SPLITT REKORDZ
💬 We don’t follow we splitt & spit.

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Grown man Energy

Haven’t looked anyone in the eye for days

Eyes half-closed, body warm and still,
Fingers trace me, bending to your will.
Every kiss, every sigh, I melt in slow,
Good girl, sensitive, letting everything show.

Sheets tangled, hearts beating low,
Soft whispers guide me where to go.
Every touch, every move, I feel it all,
Hypersensitive, ready at your call.

Sleeping beauty, I’m yours tonight,
Hold me close, don’t stop, feel right.
Soft and slow, guide me near,
Every touch, I can feel it here.
Sleeping beauty, take me hard,
Every motion leaves a mark.
Soft and wild, whisper my name,
I’m yours to take — I’m not ashamed.

Breath on my neck, your warmth on mine,
Every push, every pull, I follow the line.
Sleepy and pliant, shivering in fire,
Good girl taking it, lost in desire.

I follow you, no fight, no shame,
Every motion, every thrust, I take the claim.
Moans escape, soft, slow, and low,
Sleeping beauty giving all I know.

Sleeping beauty, I’m yours tonight,
Hold me close, don’t stop, feel right.
Soft and slow, guide me near,
Every touch, I can feel it here.
Sleeping beauty, take me hard,
Every motion leaves a mark.
Soft and wild, whisper my name,
I’m yours to take — I’m not ashamed.

Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
“You can take it, baby”
Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
“I’ll be the good girl… take it all”

Sleeping beauty, I’m yours tonight,
Hold me close, don’t stop, feel right.
Soft and slow, guide me near,
Every touch, I can feel it here.
Sleeping beauty, take me hard,
Every motion leaves a mark.
Soft and wild, whisper my name,
I’m yours to take — I’m not ashamed.

Sleeping Beauty

Midnight Call (ft. Roms)

EO - Darkness (Trip Hop Version)

A cinematic journey through ambition, sin, faith, and redemption in the age of code.

Ghosts in the Chain

Surface Tension / Rupture

bigoly - 'shroom Anthem'

Experience the rhythm of desire, depression, and self discovery. 

Bookings & Business Inquiries:
Email: bigolyproduction@gmail.com
Youtube: youtube.com/@BigolyProduction
Audiomack: BigolyProduction

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Shroom Anthem

A song inspired to have a dark and beautiful vibe with lush vocals and tight bass.

Destiny

Destiny (Destiny Song Contest)

You Stay Down

This track is a haunting introspection on surrender and self-discovery, blending Future Garage's modern rhythmic textures with Ambient Dubstep's atmospheric depth. "Comes and Goes" captures the journey of resisting life's currents, only to find peace in releasing control. The song features ethereal, pitch-shifted female vocals that float over a minimalist arrangement, punctuated by deep sub bass and vinyl crackle, creating a cinematic soundscape that mirrors the lyrical theme of finding stillness amidst chaos. At 135 BPM, the piece maintains a melancholic yet hopeful tone, inviting listeners to reflect on their own moments of letting go.

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Comes and goes

You found me trembling at the altar,
with my grace slipping through my hands,
a quiet choir breaking softly
where my faith refused to stand.
My halo dimmed like dying sunlight,
like a psalm that lost its flame,
and you touched me with a hunger
that the heavens couldn’t name.

You watched my wings unravel slowly,
feathers falling at your feet,
and you said my ruin sounded
like a prayer you’d never meet.

You said, “Kneel, angel—
let me rewrite your scripture’s rhyme.”
Your shadow wrapped around my heartbeat
pulling heaven out of time.

I’m your little miss fallen,
your forbidden liturgy.
You turned my sins to symphony,
made holy from your touch on me.
Oh, Reaper, speak my rosary—
each syllable a prophecy.
I fall and you make destiny
out of what’s left inside of me.
Little miss fallen… your masterpiece.

You traced the fractures in my halo
like a priest anoints a grave,
turning all my shattered hallelujahs
into something you could save.
Your breath became my choir,
your hands my scripture line by line,
and every tremor in my body
felt like gospel redesigned.

You called my scars devotion,
said my trembling was divine,
and I whispered you my secrets
like commandments redesigned.

You said, “Pray, angel—
let me hear the ache you’re hiding.”
And every whispered, breaking truth
felt like salvation slowly rising.

I’m your little miss fallen,
your forbidden liturgy.
You turned my sins to symphony,
made holy from your touch on me.
Oh, Reaper, speak my rosary—
each syllable a prophecy.
I fall and you make destiny
from every ruined part of me.
Little miss fallen… your masterpiece.

Baptize me in your darkness,
let your shadow bless my bones.
Teach me how a fallen angel
learns to worship what she owns.
Your heartbeat is my chapel,
your voice my sacred creed,
your hands the revelation
that undoes what angels bleed.

You made my ruin radiant,
you crowned my sins in gold,
turned every shaken breath I took
into scripture to behold.

“Be still,” you breathed—
and the heavens lost their guard.
“Be mine,” you swore—
and even light forgot its God.
“Fear not,” you said—
“I anoint you in the shadow.”
And I rose reborn from darkness,
like a psalm the sun can’t swallow.”

I’m your little miss fallen,
your sacred blasphemy.
You rewrote my eternity,
turned damnation into ecstasy.
Oh Reaper, chant my rosary—
your voice rewrites my destiny.
I fall, you carve the rest of me
into holy, haunted poetry…
Little miss fallen—
your masterpiece.

And in the quiet, you whispered,
“I didn’t come to end you…
I came to finish you.”
And every star bowed down
as my soul said amen.

Little miss fallen…
let the sermon begin.

Little Miss Fallen

AzSolo is a visionary artist blending genres, cultures, and emotions into powerful sonic journeys. Known for pushing creative boundaries with AI-driven production and storytelling, AzSolo crafts music that transcends trends — bold, innovative, and unforgettable.

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