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This song is about a friends relationship with his step-niece. It’s called ‘Can’t You See’.

Can't You See

Can’t You See by Dave Hanrahan 🌎 Music

Hey loves! "Love a Little Harder" is a song all about embracing love with everything you've got. It's about giving your all, even when it's tough, and never holding back when it comes to matters of the heart.I wanted to create a track that encourages us to be fearless in love, to open ourselves up to vulnerability, and to cherish every moment with the ones we care about.Through "Love a Little Harder," I hope to inspire you to love deeply, to appreciate the beauty in every relationship, and to never take love for granted.So, let's spread love like confetti and remember to always love a little harder. You never know how much it might mean to someone.

Tasha - Love A Little Harder

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Your Lies matt3er

your lies matter

Ladies and gentlemen
please fasten your seatbelts
We're about to experience turbulence
in the art of regret

I'm sorry if you noticed
I'm sorry you were hurt
I'm sorry that you feel this way
And now you're throwing dirt
I'd love to care about your wounds
But I'm busy dodging blame
So let's both agree-your pain's not clear
And I'll just look away

Did I do something? (Yes!)
Did I say something? (You did!)
Well, I'd like to apologize...
For the way you feel

I'll blame the weather, blame the moon
Say, "Oops, my bad!" then leave the room
If I must, I'll sigh, look wise
Blame the system, blame my fate
Or, "Sorry I'm late to the sorry parade!"
Take a bow and improvise
That's just how I apologize

I'm sorry that you're angry
That I danced upon your toes
But, hey, I lost my own last week
That's just how karma goes
My PR says to say some words
About the lessons that I've learned
So here's my statement:
"If I caused some pain-I hope the earth still turned"

I regret that you regret
But not the thing you're regretting
I apologize for your confusion
And your unexpected bloodletting
If you're searching for sincerity
It's in my other coat
Or somewhere deep inside a memo
That my lawyer wrote

Did I cross a line? (You did!)
Did I push too far? (Too far!)
Well, I'm ready to say sorry...
For your delicate heart

I'll blame tradition, blame the crowd
Say, "Sorry you're so sensitive now!"
Make it vague and weaponize
Blame the coffee, blame my youth
Blame gravity, blame the absolute truth
Don't expect me to empathize
That's just how I apologize

I'm sorry for my past mistakes
And future ones to come
For all the things I almost did
And everything I've done
Forgive me, or forget me
But don't forget my brand
And if this feels authentic
That was never what I planned

Did I cross a line? (You did!)
Did I make things worse? (You did!)
Here's my vague apology...
If that's what you require

I'll blame my grandma, blame the sun
Blame autocorrect-then run, run, run
If I blush, I'll stylize
Blame nostalgia, blame my shoes
Sorry you're allergic to the words I use!
Modern times, modern lies
That's just how I apologize

If you're waiting for an answer
Or the world to make it right
You'll find me on a talk show
Saying,
"Sorry, not tonight"

Sorry

Do It Again

Midnight Sun Society – Original Guitar-Driven Music with a Live Studio Soul ⚡

Welcome to Midnight Sun Society — a private collection of original music blending raw electric guitar, bass, and live vocals with atmospheric synths, MIDI drums, and cinematic orchestration. Every track is crafted to feel like a live session, recorded with Cubase, UAD Apollo Solo, Focusrite, Arturia Analog Lab, and the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

From dark grooves to radiant instrumentals, this channel is a sonic journey through modern rock, ambient textures, and post-cinematic soundscapes.

Closer To Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
wanted one thing
super powers
fire ice or shapeshift
become perfection incarnation
have i chased my own dreams into darkness
i got power
but im chasing the screams into darkness
became destruction incarnation
exchanged freedom for power
bestowed a gift a curse
cuz i chased my own screams into darkness
gave up something
my freedom

[Chorus]
creeping shadow
made a pact
and signed the contract
paid the tax
for eldritch blast
creeping shadow
made a pact for fell magic uh uh uh
main attack
the eldritch blast


[Verse 2]
acquisition of my power
flight and speed and regeneration
become perfection incarnation
have i chased my own dream into darkness
i got power
but im chasing the screams into darkness
became destruction incarnation
exchanged freedom for power
cant destroy this curse
cuz ive chased my own screams into darkness
gave up something
my freedom

[Chorus]
creeping shadow
made a pact
and signed the contract
paid the tax
for eldritch blast
creeping shadow
made a pact
and signed the contract
paid the tax
for eldritch blast
creeping shadow
made a pact for fell magic uh uh uh
main attack
the eldritch blast

Creeping Shadow

[Verse]
Born and raised with Iceland blood
cold and scarred as vikingur
she was born ready for war 
she forged her sword for war

[Verse 2]
felled and risen in Midgard mud
chosen by the vulkiryah
so she swore to Odins war
reborn as einharyar

[Verse 3]
forged and praised in Valhalla
cold and scarred in Nifilheim
she was Odins secret weapon
she was Odins secret dottir
His secret dottir

[Verse 4]
felled and risen in Midgard mud
chosen for Ragnarok
so she swore to Odins war
reborn as Einharyar 


[Chorus]
Born and raised with Iceland blood
cold and scarred as the land where
she was scorched by ice and war
Odins blood has made her 
whole again by the grace of gods
called to arms by the god who
she was touched by ice and war
Odins blood has made her
whole again by the grace of gods
called to arms by the god who
she was touched by ice and war
Odins blood has made her

[Bridge]
broken and torn by ice and war
felled and risen in Midgard mud
she was forged by ice and blood


[Verse 5]
Born and graced with Aesir blood
torn and scarred in yotunheim
she was born ready for war
she pledged her soul to war

[Verse 6]
felled and risen in Midgard mud
chosen by the vulkiryah
so she swore to Odins war
reborn as Einharyar


[Chorus]
Born and raised with Iceland blood
cold and scarred as the land where
she was scorched by ice and war
Odins blood has made her
whole again by the grace of gods
called to arms by the god who
she was touched by ice and war
Odins blood has made her
whole again by the grace of gods
called to arms by the god who
she was touched by ice and war
Odins blood has made her

[Bridge]
broken and torn by ice and war
felled and risen in Midgard mud
she was forged by ice and blood

Ice And Blood

Wave After Wave
I keep telling myself there’s a reason I’m still standing. But tonight, it feels like the ocean is endless.
Every time I find my footing, another wave comes crashing, higher, harder, heavier than the last. I’ve moved, I’ve changed, I’ve left pieces of myself scattered in places I’ll never see again — all just to keep my head above water. People think I’m playing. They don’t see the salt in my eyes or the weight pulling at my chest. They don’t hear the conversations that replay in my head long after they’ve stopped talking.
I’ve given everything just to be here, to hold my ground. And still, I’m hit again. Wave after wave after wave.
You tell me I’m jealous — but of what? The noise? The empty victories? The comfort of staying still while I fight to keep moving? Write the list down for me. Let me read it back to you in the quiet and watch your words start to mean something you didn’t intend.
I don’t get to run away. Not until it’s done. Not until they remember my name.

WAVE AFTER WAVE

Everybody has an inner dark side witch can be sweet sometimes...

My Sweet Darkness 2025 version

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Lights Down Low (Acoustic)

The Cats Pajamas

This is not a traditional song, but a musical scene – a cinematic moment based on the true story at the heart of the epic novel "Hinter uns das Land" (The Land Behind Us).

The text is a direct, unabridged translation of a key passage from the novel, depicting an authentic, handed-down moment from the author's mother's, Inge Feyerabend's, escape from East Prussia in the winter of 1945. It captures the intimate vow of familial solidarity as their homeland disappears into the dark.

This is the most direct link between true history, literature, and music within the "Soundtrack Universe".

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Dies ist kein klassischer Song, sondern eine vertonte Szene – ein filmischer Moment, der auf der wahren Geschichte im Herzen des Roman-Epos "Hinter uns das Land" basiert.

Der Text ist eine direkte, ungekürzte Übersetzung eines Schlüsselmoments aus dem Roman, der auf den authentischen Erlebnissen der Mutter des Autors, Inge Feyerabend, während der Flucht aus Ostpreußen im Winter 1945 beruht. Er fängt das überlieferte, intime Versprechen des familiären Zusammenhalts ein, während die Heimat im Dunkel verschwindet.

Es ist die direkteste Verbindung zwischen wahrer Geschichte, Literatur und Musik im "Soundtrack Universe".


What The Land Has Given Us (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

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Artist signed by several music labels ⚡

including :
UFO Recordz (700k) 
Guia Records (22k)

Piano teacher & Pianist in the south east of France. 🎹

Collaborator of The Delight Music Project born in 2024 with Mike Wornath & Armaora Records.

Creating beats since the age of 16 (I'm 43 yo)
Cubase lite in 1998, then FL Studio until now.

I sell some beats.

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

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blorgpulkfplorksickle

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