
I Am Still Full of You"

Verse 1
Morning light finds empty spaces
Where your clothes once lay
Coffee's cold in two cups now
One sip taken, then pushed away
Your scent lingers on the pillow
Though you've been gone for days

Chorus
I am still full of you
Every corner, every room
I am still full of you
Can't wash away these blues
I tried to clean you out completely
But I am still full of you

Verse 2
Friends say time will heal these wounds
They mean well but they don't see
How your laugh still echoes off these walls
How your ghost still sits with me
I put away all your pictures
But your face is all I see

Chorus
I am still full of you
Every corner, every room
I am still full of you
Can't wash away these blues
I tried to clean you out completely
But I am still full of you

I Am Still Full of You

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

🕯 I Leave Ashes Behind 🕯
A slow-burning soul elegy wrapped in velvet smoke.
No anger. No goodbye. Just the soft hush of someone choosing absence with grace.
Minimalist jazz-inflected instrumentation meets intimate, breath-warm vocals — a departure so quiet, it echoes.

This is not closure. This is sovereignty.
She doesn’t vanish — she simply leaves nothing behind but ash.

🎧 Mood: detached, graceful, unshaken
🖋 Line to remember: “I leave ashes — dry and clean / Like I was never in between.”

Let the silence speak.

I Leave Ashes Behind

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Verse 1

I don’t need closure, I don’t need grace
I watched it burn and turned my face
No final words, no bitter cries
Just smoke curling through the sky

Pre-Chorus
You’ll search the air for what we were
But darling, I don't leave a blur


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Chorus

I leave ashes behind
Not love, not hate, not the ties that bind
No trace for you to follow back
No scent of me on your collapse
I leave ashes — dry and clean
Like I was never in between


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Verse 2

I left the dress, I kept the name
I walk in silence, not in shame
No bags to pack, no doors to close
Just lighter steps where nothing grows

I didn’t flinch, I didn’t stay
I simply turned and slipped away

Pre-Chorus
You’ll search the air for what we were
But darling, I don't leave a blur


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Chorus

I leave ashes behind
Not love, not hate, not the ties that bind
No trace for you to follow back
No scent of me on your collapse
I leave ashes — dry and clean
Like I was never in between


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Bridge (the ritual of disappearance)

No candle lit, no mourning song
No looking back to prove him wrong
No trace of me in what you find
Just breath… just dust… just disinclined


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Final Chorus

I leave ashes behind
Not love, not hate, not the ties that bind
No myth for you to twist or keep
No echo waiting while you sleep
I leave ashes — soft and wide
Then I return to what’s inside

I Leave Ashes Behind

🔥 I Came for Thrill, Not for Love 🔥
A slow-burning noir-soul confession wrapped in velvet shadows and emotional armor.
This song walks the fine line between seduction and detachment — where vulnerability flickers, then vanishes behind smoke and a smirk.
Imagine candlelight on red satin, whispered warnings, and the kind of kiss that never promises to stay.

🖤 Theme: fleeting desire, emotional control, the thrill of not falling in love

“Don’t mistake my body for my soul — I gave you fire, not something to hold.”

🎙️ I Came for Thrill, Not for Love

Verse 1
I wore danger like perfume on my skin
Whispers turned sharp when the night pulled me in
No promises, just pleasure in disguise
I never asked you to look past my eyes

Pre-Chorus
You called it fate, I called it a phase
You drew a heart, I set it ablaze

Chorus
I came for thrill, not for love
A spark to feel, not a hand to trust
Don’t read me wrong, don’t make it more
I left my conscience at the door
I came for thrill, not for love

Verse 2
Your hands knew places I meant to forget
You almost saw the cracks, I almost let—
But soft hearts break, and mine’s too well-trained
So I kissed you like a promise I never planned to explain

Pre-Chorus
You called it fate, I called it a phase
You drew a heart, I set it ablaze

Chorus
I came for thrill, not for love
A spark to feel, not a hand to trust
Don’t read me wrong, don’t make it more
I left my conscience at the door
I came for thrill, not for love

Bridge – Part 1 (The Crack in the Armor)
Maybe I wanted to stay a little too long
Maybe I needed you more than I let on
But wanting and having—two different games
And I never learned how to lose without shame

Bridge – Part 2 (The Snapback)
So don’t mistake my body for my soul
I gave you fire, not something to hold
I warned you once in a whisper, then again in a sigh
You read me like a promise—
I was only ever a lie

Final Chorus (Full Cinematic Weight)
I came for thrill, not for love
For the rush, not the ruin I’m scared of
Don’t build me altars, don’t call it fate
I vanish at dawn and I’m never late
I came for thrill, not for love

🎙️ I Came for Thrill, Not for Love

Kyk net vir my, ek sal jou nooit versuim
Kom lê by my, dan vertel ek jou my geheim
Jy's my oggendstêr, my lig by sonsonder
sagte somersbries, as die warrelwind donder

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie suurlemoene
Jy's die een wat luister 
As ek my emosies fluister

Volg net vir my, hierdie voete ken die pad
Deur die donker paaie, in n soektog na die hart
Verskoon my wandeling, want my vooruitsig is sleg
Gevoelens raak my gids, maar my hart ken lank die weg

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie, suurlemoene
Jys die een wat luister 
as ek my emosies fluister

My onselfsigtige wandeling 
het my niks in die sak gebring,
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.

Die Kanteling

a silly little song about falling in love with a cold caller
check out my other, more serious stuff

Call Me Sir

Free Spirit

An original pop song with influences of folk, rock and world music about the importance of staying rooted in our being during challenges times. In a world moving fast I feel the call to continue the nature of traditional songwriting from the heart.

Stay Rooted In Being

We’re dancing in a world of illusions 💃🏽🎭
Smiles painted on 💄
Eyes full of stories no one dares to speak 👁️💬
Everyone wants to be seen 👀 — but only through the filter 🤳

💡 “Look at me, I’m healed! I’m spiritual! I’m aligned!”
But the louder they shout, the more I feel the silence behind it 🔇
The cracks beneath the crown 👑⚡

And then there’s us…
The ones who see behind the mask 🪞
Who feel the real behind the fake 🫨
Who mirror what others try to hide 🪩👤
We don’t do it to hurt.
We do it to heal 🧬🕊️

But most people can’t handle the mirror 🪞
Because truth requires courage 🛡️
And masks feel safer than freedom 🕸️

This one’s for the silent seers 👁️‍🗨️
The energy-readers
The frequency rebels
The ones who walk through the shadows
…without losing the light 🕯️✨

🎶 Behind the Mask – soul medicine from the #NeoVerse 🌌
#Ohana23 #TruthVibration #ProjectorPower 🦋 #ShadowWork #NoMoreFilters #HealingMusic 🧠 #RealRecognizesReal #VELVA235 ♾️

“Behind the Mask” 🎭🪞🕯️

She leans in close with a quiet grin
Says just enough to draw you in
No need to chase, no need to serve
She gets what she wants with dangerous curves

She doesn’t beg, she doesn’t plead
Moves through the room like she owns the breeze
Turns every glance into something earned
She’s smooth as silk with dangerous curves

She’ll laugh a little and raise one brow
Take your breath without a sound
She’s not a threat, she’s not a test
She’s the woman you don’t forget

She speaks in sparks, moves in grace
Turns every sidewalk into a stage
She’s not a fire you try to tame
She’s the flame that knows your name

Dangerous curves — soft and precise
Pull you in slow, then raise the price
Sweet on the skin, bold in the nerve
You don’t walk away from dangerous curves

She plays it cool, never too loud
Lets you talk, then steals the crowd
Not here to prove, not here to please
But damn she'll make you weak in the knees

Not your lesson, not your prize
She doesn’t need to dramatize
She’ll lift your chin with just one word
And leave you stunned by dangerous curves

Dangerous curves — soft and precise
Pull you in slow, then raise the price
Sweet on the skin, bold in the nerve
You don’t walk away from dangerous curves

She’s not your past, not just a thrill
She’s the one that lingers still
The one that shows you what you’re worth
The kind you crave: dangerous curves

Dangerous Curves

When I was a child, 
one old man told me
"Old days ain't like they once were
Back then, we had one Billy the Kid
Now, this country is full of them"

"Full of them," he said
Full of them
Full of them

These days, all these young folks say
Things were simpler in their grandpa's day
You didn't need all them ten-dollar words
Back when they had just one Billy the Kid
Now, this country is full of them

Full of them, they said
Full of them
Full of them

When I was a child, 
one old man told me
"Old days ain't like they once were
Back then, we had one Billy the Kid
Now, this country is full of them"

Full of them, he said
Full of them
Full of them

Full of them
Full of them

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Billy The Kid

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I'm a self-taught guitarist, singer and songwriter from Dorset
The songs on here have been recorded on an iPad using garage band.
You will notice a distinct lack of recording/ producing skills, please forgive those.
I hope you find something on here you want to listen to multiple times.

You can contact me here: themusicofbradleycronk@gmail.com

Call Me Sir

Bradley Cronk