🔥 I Still Ache to Burn Again – A Slow-Burn Confession

A velvety neo-soul ballad laced with jazz-blues piano, upright bass, and late-night longing.
Breathy, pouty vocals trace the line between desire and destruction—aching for a fire that once burned too deep.
Laid-back verses smolder over warm Rhodes and brushed drums before melting into a torchy, Motown-tinged chorus full of quiet desperation and unapologetic craving.

For lovers of sultry sorrow, midnight regrets, and slow grooves that hurt just right.

I Still Ache to Burn Again

[Verse 1]
I swore I'd learned the lesson
Promised scars would turn to skin
But here I stand, a spark away
From where we let the fire begin
Your shadow lights a match in me
With just the whisper of your name
And suddenly I'm back inside
That slow, delicious flame


[Chorus]
I still ache to burn again
To feel the heat beneath your sin
To lose myself in wicked hands
That always pull me deeper in
I know the cost, I know the pain
But baby, I would strike the flame
Just to taste what shouldn’t last—
I ache to burn again

[Verse 2]
My bed forgets your rhythm
But my body still recalls
The breath between your silence
The high before the fall
You left like smoke through fingers
But your fire never left
It lingers in the hollows
Where I buried what was left

[Chorus]
I still ache to burn again
To feel the pull beneath my skin
To lose control beneath the weight
Of everything we shouldn’t begin
I know the truth, I know the end
But I’d light that match again
For one more night inside your storm—
I ache to burn again

[Bridge]
Some loves aren’t made to heal
They just return in waves
And I keep diving willingly
Into the fire I crave

[Final Chorus]
I still ache to burn again
Though your touch was soaked in sin
Though your kiss was edged in ruin
I’d still let it all begin
No safety, no regret—
Just embers on my breath
You were never just a spark—
You’re the blaze I can’t forget

I Still Ache to Burn Again

I live in this container 
Not on a shelf 
Dancing through life 
Pretending to be myself 
Competing with life 
And the cards being dealt. 
Asking my mind 
To look for a heart 
That can be felt. 
Speaking to my soul 
While its presence  
Seems to melt. 
Into the universal drama. 
Unfolding this blissful dharma  
Santana Dharma 
Transcends my thinking. 
As I sit and listen 
To the presence of me. 
Clearing the path 
To a mind 
That can see me. 
The joy of life 
Becoming 
Enters into my sight 
The eternal path of Heaven. 
One must ask the question 
Why do I choose repression 
And not regression? 
As it comes from my discretion. 
Am I looking at  
The world’s transgressions? 
I’m a vessel sailing 
Through the universe 
With the ability 
To transcend time. 
Timeless and free. 
The touchstone 
Of the holy thoughts of God 
Are seen through  
My empathy. 
Experience is difficult 
Through telepathy 
But vision is  
What we see 
Take the next step with me 
Past time’s sleight of hand 
The vast illusion 
And be set free.

Time Traveler

Bruised Knuckles, Broken Bonds

(Head Empty)

I love every moment, I'm with you. . .
And I'm,
Sorry your mad. 
When I'm not next to you.
Your stronger than any other woman, I know!
Its hard to love and care and let go!
But just to show,
I love you even more!

Baby you know we can better.
Love it messy but hate breaks the tether!
I can't understand what upset ya?
But please just let me know!
Cause I'm,
Sorry I don't always make plans. . .
We got a lot of time on our hands,
But I don't understand. . .

(Head Empty)

When you're silent. . .
I know the love is violet!
I know the love is hiding!
I did something, you don't like and I,
Can't improve if your not up front. . .
Cause every single day I love, 
I love the way you are. . .

I love the way your are!

(Head Empty)

Bro it don't really matter what we say!
Either way were screwed,
I wish I knew what a women wanted!
Cause I don't have a clue. . .

Maybe you just want a moment?

Don't hate me too much. . .

I'm thinking you think I'm hiding?
But I'm really just out of mind and. . .
I barely call my momma.
So please just let me know?

H E A D . E M P T Y

"Ms Everything🌹". That lady that's all you've ever dreamed and more. Love, love, love,  u r truly all things beautiful 💋. On behalf of my co-producer Mr. Lewis Ray and myself we thank you for listening 🎧 and humbly ask if you enjoy please leave us a like ❤️ comment or follow us here as we seek to grow a worldwide 🌎 following for our music 🎵. Please explore our ever growing music catalog. Let's groove together. Our journey continues. Ur musical friends: j-lani 🎼. 

Ms. Everything 🌹

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


Black Lace Heart

Track from the album "Vodoo Rendezvous", a meeting with the legends of New Orleans and the Bayou.

Voodoo Rendezvous

Bayou Ghost Tour

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[Verse 1]
Ain’t no stars tonight
Just a cigarette glow
Dashboard hummin’ low
And a name I don’t say no more

[Verse 2]
Left the keys in the door
Left the truth in the rain
A man can lie ‘til he don’t feel shame
But silence still knows your name

[Chorus]
It’s a cold black road
And it don’t forgive
No signs, no grace
Just the way I live
If I make it home
Before I fold
I’ll tell you the things
I should’ve told

[Verse 3]
I got ghosts in the rearview
Whiskey in the tank
I was someone once
But I drove off the plank

[Chorus]
It’s a cold black road
And it don’t forget
The promises made
And the ones you regret
If I make it through
Without goin’ numb
Maybe I’ll be more
Than what I run from

[Bridge]
You ever stare down a song…
And know it’s about you
But you’re the one who wrote it
Just tryin’ to get through

[Final Chorus]
It’s a cold black road
And I drive it slow
No maps, no prayers
Just the radio
If I make it back
To where you wait
Leave the porch light on—
I’ll take the blame

Cold Black Road

Dreams in a Midnight

Shirts on the Line

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Neo-Psychedelica , Indie, Alternative

H E A D . E M P T Y

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