That's what I love about SC, it's when you stumble across a golden nugget along the way. Truly superb. Nothing is overplayed, everything is perfect in this track. 💎

Beautiful vocals from a lost era. Nice composition. 😻

You have a fantastic voice! Great song! 🔥

This is a rather original and creative song lyric and cool music!

Oh blimey! Is this original? It sounds like a classic jazz piece! What a great lyric and instrumentation cool and supporting the song rather than burying  it. Lovely short instrumental interludes. Especially delightful is that piano. Really enjoyed  it all.

Sheet Music

Waltz

This is a slinky little blues built around the title hook ‘Burnt Matches, Old Flames’. A cautionary tale about rekindling old love leaving you more lonely than before. Acoustic guitars, brushed drums and a whispered chorus.

Lyrics can be licensed - let me know if you are interested. Full lyrics below:

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
They’re two things I can’t explain
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames 

You play with matches  
You're gonna get burnt 
You fool with old flames  
You're gonna get hurt
But you know, they’re just the same  
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
 
Some people put their matches  
Back into the box  
Some chase their old flames  
Like they’re hunting a fox 
But to me, they’re just the same 
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Don’t play with matches  
You’re sure to start a fire  
You’re bound to get burnt 
 Re-igniting past desires
But you know, they’re just the same  
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Now I beg please hear me  
And heed this tale of woe 
It happened on a lonely night  
When my heart was hanging low

I know the path to trouble 
It’s a well worn track 
I knew right where it lead  
And I should’ve double back

But I followed my footsteps  
I followed my footsteps 
 I followed my footsteps 
I followed my footsteps
I followed my footsteps 
I followed my footsteps   
And guess right where they led?

I found my way to her front door 
I’ve never craved anything this much before 
It was warm in her arms 
It was hot through the night  
But I’ve never been more lonely in my life

Some fires burn slowly 
Some are hard to put out 
Some will consume you  
But do not have a doubt
Wo-oh-yeah

Some fires burn slowly 
Some are hard to put out 
Some will consume you  
But do not have a doubt 
Once it’s been struck 
There’s no use in laying blame 
They’re just burnt matches and old flames

Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames
Burnt matches and old flames 
Burnt matches and old flames

Burnt Matches, Old Flames

For me, Rabbit on the Rooftop is more than just a song; it’s a chapter of life, an invitation to lift your gaze from routine and venture beyond imposed limits. This song is inspired by all the dreams and risks I’ve taken in life, by the freedom I feel when I’m in Italy, or when I lose myself in the chords of a jazz concert.

I’ve learned that life isn’t just about achieving success or stability; it’s about those moments when you listen to your heart and follow those wild impulses. The rabbit in the story is a part of me – that brave part that keeps dreaming and trying, even when it knows it might not reach the desired destination. This song is for everyone who still has a dream to chase, even if life’s paths have taken them elsewhere.

The jazz and folk in this song come from my love for freedom and spontaneity, the same things that draw me to live music and Italian culture every time. I’ve been playing piano since I was little, and I love to write down my thoughts, and, in a way, Rabbit on the Rooftop gathers everything I’ve lived: the unfulfilled love for Alessandro, the nights in Italy, and the smiles of the customers in my restaurant.

In the end, this song is an invitation: Hop little rabbit, don’t you ever stop. Get up and run after your dreams, even if everyone else tells you you’re crazy. Every step is a chapter in your story. I hope that, through this song, I can remind you that life is more than just a road... it’s an adventure.

Rabbit On The Rooftop

The End of the Century

Esta es la banda sonora de "La fuga del Potro"

"La Fuga del Poto" es una guion que nunca se escribio...

Trailer: https://youtu.be/gzMfhIJZ7yo

Banda sonora La fuga del Potro

Banda sonora la fuga del potro

dazy digressions

Check out the video https://youtu.be/lSCMGL4SUuk?si=Hlu3QDfqEmoCyld_

Mineri in zi de salariu

Paesaggio di cartapesta è il quinto singolo di Pietro Labonia con l'etichetta Rhoon Records.
Registrazione: Labobros Studio
Mastering: Fabricio Ariel Sarmiento

Paesaggio di cartapesta

YouTube video: https://youtu.be/3z-WWazmyiA 
This one's kinda our origin story – and we're dropping it to celebrate one year on SoundCloud. 🎉
And don’t forget to check out the fun video linked above! 😄
We were five misfits with totally different backgrounds, sounds, and lives...
But somehow, we clicked! Like fate decided we should form a band.
“Beating the Edge” looks back at that time, the messy, magical moment we came together.
It's raw, it's loud, it's full of heart.
No fake drama, no grand plans. Just real passion, some chaos, and a shared obsession with making music that punches through the noise.
That’s when Beating Edge was born. 🙌 And now we've got so many more friends, here on SoundCloud and beyond!! Thanks to all of you!!! We love ya!! ❤️
Released on major streaming platforms on June 6, 2025.
Released on SoundCloud on April 18, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Two wild souls, keys and drums 	
Chasing sounds, making runs
But no voice to tell the tale	
Till a ghost-thin kid let out a wail		

Synths were pumping, beats were tight		
But he craved the fire, craved the bite	
Rock and thunder in his veins				
Needed six strings to break the chains	

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride  
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

A party spark, a six-string queen	
Five-feet-three but played so mean		
Then she said, "I know a guy,	
Silent thunder, bass so high!"	

Groove so thick, it shook the ground	
Rhythm locked, we found our sound		
Pages filled with names so strange		
Till one just hit like a roaring train!		

We’re the fire in the stream	
Burning up your midnight dream		
No stage, just waves we ride   
Crashing loud like a rising tide 		
Beating the edge, one song at a time! 

No aliens, no weak clichés		
Just a name that slays for days   
Turn it up, let it fly		
We’re the storm that won’t run dry 

We’re the fire in the stream		
Burning up your midnight dream	
No stage, just waves we ride 
Crashing loud like a rising tide 
Beating the edge, one song at a time!   

One song at a time 
One song at a time
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
We will rise!
Beating the edge, one song at a time!  

One song at a time 
Oh yeah!
One song at a time
We’re alive! 
One song at a time
Beating the edge, one song at a time!

Beating the Edge

Music Video

Hole

 main street dusk folds  
friday breathes on our sneakers  
silence between us  
too soft to name out loud  
corner store lights buzz  
like fireflies caught in glass  
we point at cases  
but never decide  

tape deck heartbeats  
press play, press pause, rewind love  
mixtape ribbons curl  
holding feelings we can’t spell  
each song a secret  
passed hand to hand like candy  

plastic beads spin  
clacking the sidewalk rhythm  
rainbow sticker sky  
too bright for grown-up eyes  
saturday whispers  
cartoon light on our knees  
sleepover giggles  
braided into night  

neon scrunchies  
tie up the ends of our hair  
secret crush drifts  
through the static of radio  
pogs spin and clink  
small coins of pretend war  
tv glow hums  
our whole world on a screen  

roller rink lights  
spin slow like a snow globe dream  
scratched disk sings on  
skipping but still in tune  
lunchbox note tucked  
bread crust and “see you soon”  
that was our young  
a hush we keep breathing

Friday Hush by Lori Yamamoto

London-based, 53-year-old former lawyer turned Italian restaurant owner. Inspired by the love of my life, an Italian man, and my passion for authentic cuisine. Jazz lover, writer, and advocate for social justice. Sharing stories and sounds that capture life’s richness and complexity.

Rabbit On The Rooftop

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