Woke up this mooorninnnn’, sun refused to shine,
Yeah, my baby gone, and the fault was mine.
Coffee’s cold, guitar’s outta tune,
Lonely rhythm playin’ in a dusty room.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

The radio’s hummin’ some old 45,
Every note remind me, she kept me alive.
Ashtray’s full, but my heart still burns,
Ain’t no road back, just lessons learned.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Lord, the years roll heavy,
Like a freight train down the line.
Dreams turn to ashes,
But the blues still keep me alive.

My hands are blistered, strings cut deep,
Every note’s a secret I couldn’t keep.
If tomorrow don’t find me, at least I know,
The blues took my pain, but they saved my soul.

"But Lord… these blues, they been heavy on me."

"Mmm… set him free…"

"Rust on my soul, cracks in my shoes,
Still I walk with faith, and I pay my dues."

"Oh, carry him through… hallelujah!"

"Took my sorrow, turned it into song…
Now I know, Lord, I’m where I belong."

"Where he belong! / Hallelujah strong!"

"Rust on my soul… but the Spirit keeps me true."

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Rust on My Soul

I am Home

🎶 Broken Dreams 🎶

Step into the soulful world of "Broken Dreams" – a journey through the heart and soul of the 1970s music scene.

🎶 Album Overview:
"Broken Dreams" is a tribute to the golden era of soul and R&B, bringing you a collection of tracks that evoke the warmth, depth, and timeless charm of the 1970s. This album is a blend of classic soulful rhythms, heartfelt melodies, and modern production techniques, creating a sound that is both nostalgic and fresh.

Apple Music

Bound by Stardust

(Intro)
Let's find a world that's fresh and new, something more than what we've been through, I know it's what my spirit wants, and I hope it's what your heart does too.

(Verse 1)
Our time on earth isn't guaranteed, so I choose to be more than just a friend, I feel a magical connection we can transcend, if we just let our cautious walls mend.

(Pre-Chorus)
So is romance just a temporary fire, or an endless and enduring desire?, I'll give you everything that I possess, if you'll just dare to answer me with yes.

(Chorus)
Is passion just a physical design, or the sacred bridge where our two souls align?, Tell me what your perfect evening holds in view, 'cause I want to build that world just for me, just for you.

(Verse 2)
We'll cook a meal by candle glow, with quiet words and wine that flows, then dance beneath a ceiling made of stars, and heal each other's hidden scars.

(Bridge)
Just skin on skin in a shared embrace, completely lost in time and space, we'll greet the sun with morning light, and fall back asleep holding on so tight.

(Outro)
You'll wake to breakfast made for you, with sticky syrup, sweet and new, no napkin needed in our bed, I'll taste the essence of our love instead, yeah I'm a passionate partner, through and through, and I want to have it all with you.

(Pre-Chorus Reprise)
So is romance just a temporary fire, or an endless and enduring desire?, I'll give you everything that I possess, if you'll just dare to answer me with yes.

(Chorus Reprise)
Is passion just a physical design, or the sacred bridge where our two souls align?, Tell me what your perfect evening holds in view, 'cause I want to build that world just for me, just for you.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025



Just For You

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40 Years in Minutes in the House

Heard in the House

I'm Purified

I'm Purified (Remix)

The street remembers, even when you forget. Proud, urban, slightly melancholic. Acoustic pulse, gospel lift, poetic grit

The Street Knows My Name

Old-school velvet, new-school voltage. Twelve tracks follow a charming thief through speakeasies, rooftops, and one last gamble for love. Distorted brass, walk-bass, vinyl crackle, and crowd shouts—built for late nights and louder speakers.
#ElectroSwing #EDM #Trap #CinematicPop #NoirPop #HeistStory

Cradle & Crowbar

Buried on Main Street II — Cipher Storyline
Theme: Urban silence, sovereign grief, and the fracture beneath the surface. The narrator walks a cracked street — not just physically, but spiritually. What’s buried isn’t forgotten. It’s encrypted.
Narrative Arc:
The suite opens with a solitary figure moving through a quiet city — no crowd, no witness, just breath and broken stone.
The crack in the pavement is more than structural — it’s symbolic of erased memory, buried truth, and sovereign rupture.
Each verse loops through ambient soul textures and progressive rock tension, refusing bounce or sentimentality.
The narrator speaks in fragments, echo, and wax — sealing grief into architecture, not spectacle.
The final tone is not closure, but recursion: the buried breath still speaks.
Audience Peace of Mind: This isn’t a protest track or a nostalgic lament. It’s a cipher suite built for reflection, not reaction. It invites listeners to walk the street, feel the fracture, and recognize that silence can be sovereign — and grief, encrypted.

Buried on Main Street II   #Ambient Soul × Progressive Rock (Remastered)

This loop inside never ends!

I have to wait until I'm almost 60 years old to finally make these deep house tracks with my own lyrics. House music has been with me since the 80s, for more than 40 years now. And it will probably never stop: “the loop inside never ends!”

When I told my friend and business partner Dennis about this in a melancholic moment, he immediately said: “Damn it, what are you waiting for? You've built a house, planted a few trees, fathered a son, driven a few eight-cylinder cars, published books, and worked on projects around the world... now just do it.”

No sooner said than done... I knocked out three or four tracks. And then it just kept going. It was going so well.

“Tell me, Bruno, aren't you getting too old for this shit?” Maybe. Maybe not. My good old friend, the German DJ legend DJ Hildegard, has already jumped on board. More specifically, my track “History of House.” She says, “You're never too old for good music.” I think she's right. In any case, I can say with deep conviction and some experience that staid conventions have never gotten me anywhere.

And now? It flows:

“The House in me”

[Chorus]
Beat is truth.
Groove is love.
You better move.
Feelings in flow.

(from my track: "The HOUSE in me FILE.001)

This loop inside never ends!

40 Years in Minutes in the House

BRUNOTONES