Hey! Just listened to Princess Tinymeat / Sallymae Hogsby  you’ve got something really unique going on here. The production and vibe give it such character. Will definitely be keeping an ear out for your next drops 🔥 What was the inspiration behind this one?

Lipstick on the Last Word

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


Black Lace Heart Original

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

“Devil’s Got Your Name” is a soulful, jazz-infused song about betrayal, karma, and inevitable consequences. The lyrics portray a charming yet deceitful person whose lies, manipulations, and moral compromises catch up with them. The narrator, with a mix of pain and power, warns that no matter how far someone runs or how well they hide, the truth will find them — and the devil already knows who they are. The song carries a smoky, vintage nightclub vibe with a dark, dramatic undertone, echoing themes of guilt, justice, and emotional reckoning.

[Title: "Devil’s Got Your Name"]

[Intro – slow jazz groove with upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed drums]
Mmm… yeah...
You thought you’d dance around the flame...
But sugar, the devil’s got your name...


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[Verse 1]
You roll the dice like you own the game,
Playing hearts like they’re all the same.
Dressed in charm, but your soul’s on lease,
Smiling lies in a tailored piece.
You left lipstick on a holy book,
Baby, I see you — I know that look.


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[Instrumental 1 – smoky saxophone solo with low organ hum]


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[Verse 2]
Late night lover with a bottle mouth,
You light the match, then you head down south.
Every promise tastes like gin,
But sugar, truth seeps through your skin.
You shake hands with saints and snakes,
But one wrong step is all it takes.


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[Chorus – bold, brassy horns, gospel harmonies]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what shoes you wear.
Hide in the dark, pray in the rain —
Too late now, he’s called your name.
Mmm, the devil’s got your name…


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[Instrumental 2 – staccato piano, dirty blues guitar riff]


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[Verse 3]
You left your shadow in my bed,
Full of secrets, full of dread.
Tried to wash your hands in fire,
But babe, you build your own damn pyre.
Truth’s a mirror with cracks and stains,
And your reflection screams in chains.


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[Bridge – slow down, jazzy chords, sultry vocal styling]
No angels left to testify,
Just lipstick ghosts and alibis.
The preacher weeps, the bells won’t ring,
‘Cause mercy don’t mean a single thing...


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[Instrumental 3 – Hammond organ swell, bluesy electric solo]


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[Chorus – reprise with choir-style backing]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what soul you wear.
Hide in your charm, drown in your shame —
Too late now, he’s claimed your name.
Yeah, the devil’s got your name…


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[Interlude – soft keys, rain sample, minor 7th jazz chords]


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[Outro – fading with jazzy vocal riffing and bassline]
You shoulda danced with the truth, not the flame...
But sugar… the devil’s got your name...


Devil’s Got Your Name

Ten women, ten stories, one truth: love isn't meant to last forever, and that's what makes it beautiful. From wine-soaked Tuesday afternoons to wedding dance floors, from exhausted surrender to empowered acceptance, these jazz-kissed pop confessions capture what women in their 30s and 40s really know about love's expiration dates.

Tuesday afternoon wine


what it is
is what it is
and what it ain’t
don’t worry me
things I do
don’t weigh me down
what goes around
comes around
and if I have a song to sing
what I have is everything

i have a cure for the lonely silence
a tonic for the low hanging blues
i’ve got a same-old-same-old discombobulator
that sets my toes a-tappin in my shoes
i have the whole world waiting at my doorstep
and friends who love me for myself
i have a million billion galaxies above me
and tonight I’m glad I’m not somebody else

what it is
is what it is
and what it ain’t
don’t worry me
things I do
don’t weigh me down
what goes around
comes around
and if I have a song to sing
what I have is everything

i have a cure for the lonely silence
a tonic for the low hanging blues
i’ve got a same-old-same-old discombobulator
that sets my toes a-tappin in my shoes
i have the whole world waiting at my doorstep
and friends who love me for myself
i have a million billion galaxies above me
and tonight I’m glad I’m not somebody else

what it is
is what it is
and what it ain’t
don’t worry me
things I do
don’t weigh me down
what goes around
comes around
and if I have a song to sing
what I have is everything

What It Is

Behind the Curtain invites you into a small, smoky club where one spotlight finds a lone chanteuse. These songs are intimate postcards from 1940 - 1950 Europe, street-lamp romances, train-station goodbyes, backstage confessions, and the quiet courage of women who keep going.

The Puppeteer of Prague

Princess Tinymeat (Sallymae Hogsby)
lyrics ©Herr Purpur
image from Pinterest
music by Suno AI

Princess Tinymeat (Herr Purpur)

I know a wild child
She’s got a lust for life
That never falters
Her look is self-styled
Works for her a fashion sense
That never alters
It’s her uniform

She likes her whiskey
And she likes her smoke
She likes to laugh loud
And tell dirty jokes
Tell one to me,
Rock on babe

Minimal makeup
Let me put
Color on your cheeks and eyelids
Love beads bespangled
Her clothes are funky free
And sometimes makeshift
But they’re always clean

All of her husbands
Have been beautiful
(Yes they have)
She’s got good atoms
Got good molecules

Micron world
In her genes
Mega girl
Queen machine
Particle
Ultra femme
Article
Creme de creme

Lingerie
Beauty juice
DNA
Reproduce
Atom split
Isotope
Microscope
That’s all she wrote to me

She’s got the giggles
She’s got a brand new look
With matching handbag
She starts to wiggle
Dances to sound inside
Her head of music
She’s a dancing queen

Orally earlier
She had a sip
Orally earlier
She let it rip
Now she’s a gas
Rock on babe



Princess Tinymeat (Sallymae Hogsby)

Smoke & Honey is a love letter to the golden age of American soul and blues — a journey through smoky bars, quiet mornings, city nights, and redemption hymns.
Spanning the grit of 1950s Chicago blues, the fire of 1960s gospel-soul, and the tenderness of 1970s singer-songwriter warmth, this album traces the road from heartbreak to healing with unfiltered honesty.

Every track is steeped in analog warmth and human imperfection — upright bass hum, tremolo guitars, Hammond swells, and voices that sound lived-in and real.
From the sultry swing of “Barefoot in the Kitchen” to the reflective grace of “Goodnight, My Soul,” this record moves like a story told across decades — where love, mercy, and resilience all live in the same chord.

Barefoot

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I'm the magic duck named Joanne
The most educated duck in all the land
Even though I'm made of wood
I can still read your mind

Quack quack quack 
I'm the Joanne the Duck
quack quack quack
Today you're in luck
Quack quack quack 
I'm the Joanne the Duck
I can pick your card out with a pluck!

I'm the magic duck named Joanne
The most educated duck in all the land
Even though I'm made of wood
I can still read your mind

Princess Tinymeat (Sallymae Hogsby)

Bovine Productions

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