Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks globally.

Pop Roadtrip

Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Central and South East Europe.

Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in West Europe.

Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in United States.

Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in France.

Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Spain and Portugal.

Pop songs fit for the thrill of the open road. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in India.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Bli Milu Bagia

Mr. Blue Jeans

Start With Love

[Yutski] Sinking town (Rus)

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Naktinėj Autostradoj

Amie

kenangan

cinta tak terpisahkan

Blushing

If He Wanted To He Would

If He Wanted To He Would (from the La La Room)

Satu Arah tetap melaju

Senin Olsun

Senin Olsun

Shimmer in Las Cruces

Осень снова

I wrote this one at 3:30 in the morning after coming home from the Life of a Showgirl release party. I was still floating in the glittered air of that night. The kind of night that makes you believe in art again. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the memories, but I came back buzzing, aching, feeling. So I did what I’ve always done when I can’t quite make sense of my heart, I wrote.

This song spilled out between laughter and tears. A tribute to that era of Taylor, to the poets who cry at their own words, to the dreamers who stay up past twilight chasing closure in ink. It’s a sad song dressed in celebration, because even when it hurts, writing is my way of smiling through it. My outlet. My midnight ritual. My reminder that even in the ache, there’s beauty and even in the scribbles, there’s art.

Sobbing, Shaking, Scribbling

Edge of Town

Ordinary Moments

Lively song about death. The rituals and social conventions around death have their own language. New words are given to the living that the dead will never hear. Della House brings original poetry to life through songs written by hand and performed with the help of AI-generated music.

The Language Of The Last Word You Will Ever Hear

Step into your first 30 days of Spanish through rhythm, repetition, and real conversation.
This isn’t a textbook — it’s a soundtrack for your new life in Spain.

Each song helps you live the language: greeting friends, ordering coffee, going to the market, asking directions, meeting people, and laughing over tapas at sunset.
Every track layers new words, sounds, and everyday expressions into catchy, singable rhythms — so you start thinking in Spanish without even trying.

Guided by Kole's music experience, AI and musical intuition, this album blends pop, folk, and flamenco-inspired grooves with the most useful beginner phrases — straight from real life in Spain.

It’s not about memorizing.
It’s about feeling Spanish — one song, one smile, one “¡vale, venga!” at a time.

Un Día en el Mercado

Co-written w/ MK Strother

Lyrics:

Dark hair
Light eyes
Was always my type
Low voice
Slow drawl
Was my kind of guy
But your falsetto makes it hard to breathe
All those high notes spark something deep in me

You changed the
Key to my heart
But is this a
Shot in the dark?

Not what I’m 
Used to
Used to
Fallin’ hard
For what you do
You do
A different direction
The melody
Oh, how the 
Tables have turned
Set my rules on fire, 
Watch them burn
You’re the best serenade I’ve heard

Sad songs
Ballads
Were my go-to
Cowboys
Making noise
Were the types I was drawn to
But your subtlety brings me a sense of peace
And all that chemistry becomes the harmony

You changed the
Key to my heart
But is this a
Shot in the dark?

Not what I’m 
Used to
Used to
Fallin’ hard
For what you do
You do
A different direction
The melody
Oh, how the 
Tables have turned
Set my rules on fire, 
Watch them burn
You’re the best serenade I’ve heard

This song is my favorite
We agreed its underrated
I’ve never been more understood
Till now

Not what I’m 
Used to
Used to
Fallin’ hard
For what you do
You do
A different direction
The melody
Oh, how the 
Tables have turned
Set my rules on fire, 
Watch them burn
You’re the best serenade I’ve heard

Un Día en el Mercado

Kole Whitty