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Live ON! is the official English adaptation of the original Portuguese song "Viva!". It's a sonic journey that begins gently, flows through highs and lows, and reaches an intense emotional peak — just like life itself. Blending pop, EDM, indie rock, and experimental elements, the song weaves delicacy and strength into every beat. It's about moving forward even when you're out of strength. About believing, even when there's no reason. About enduring, growing, and simply... living. This U.S. version preserves the soul of the original: life is worth living, even when it hurts.

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"LIVE ON!"
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Words and Music by Bakstg.Co, Welinton Elias
Feat - Lizza
© 2025 Bakstg.Co Studio

LIVE ON！

Filthy rich 

[Chorus] Ooh, he said he holy… But I caught him in the back with the rollie… Now he prayin' on me lowkey… Guess I’m the new religion, baby, hold me…
[Verse 1] He said he loyal, but he lyin’ in silk sheets Preachin’ like a saint while he slidin' in the DMs Credit card flexin’, got a cross on his neck But he only on his knees when he tryna get that check
Mmh, daddy got desires, But he sweatin’ through the choir Got a wife and a plan, but a hand in the fire Now he beggin’ for the taste, sayin’ “Please, Miss Messiah” But I ain't no savior, baby—I’m the supplier
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Sayin' all his prayers while he flirtin' Got his halo slippin’ in the bourbon Yeah, I see the truth behind the curtain
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Verse 2] I’m the main event, not the side dish He throw bands, but I’m icy, I don’t flinch Told him “kneel, but don’t preach”—this a pulpit And I bless him like it’s Sunday when I do splits
He like a choirboy gone rogue in the Benz Sayin’ “Hallelujah” every time it descends I’m the book he don’t read, but he sin through the lens Tryna turn a good girl into one of his trends
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Textin’ under tables while he thirty Smellin’ like regret and McFlurry Talkin’ ‘bout God but he thirsty
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Bridge] Don’t pretend you pure when you bite like a beast Don’t wear no crown when you come off the leash Preach all you want, I know you need release You like your saints in stilettos and heat
[Chorus] Yeah, he wanna get filthy rich (rich!) Sayin’ all the right lies with a twist Diamond cross, but his morals don’t match Yeah, he kneels but he worships the snatch (hah!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Sippin’ on sin like a twenty-year whiskey He prays, but it’s me he commits to Yeah, he holy… but he love it when I hit too
[Outro] Mmm… filthy.
Glitter on the cross, gloss on my kiss,
Talks like a saint but he moves like a risk.
Tried to confess—
But I like it like this.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Filthy rich (Feat. AYA)

A nostalgic country ballad with red dirt roots, Dirt Road Baby tells the story of young love, Mustang nights, and small-town secrets. It's a throwback to wild youth, raw emotion, and the roads that shaped us.

Dirt Road Baby

The poetic lyrics speak of broken promises, lost trust, and the constant search for self. With a delicate sound and deep emotion, the song asks whether dreams truly die or merely transform into something new. Listen to this introspective melody, full of reflection on the passing of time and elusive dreams.
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I Know This

Damn Good Mornings (Marvin Shelton-ASCAP)

Verse
Every time I went out with my buds on the town
There was hell to pay at work the next day
So many times before, I’d barely make it through the door
At 5am, saying I’ll never do it again.
 
Pre-CH
Before a cup of joe, I gave out warnings
“Don’t you tell me no damn good mornings”
 
Chorus
Who would have guessed that I’d change
All my friends think I’m acting strange
I’ve traded in drinkin' nonsense
For an all-inclusive romance
I don’t need neon lights
You’re brighter than a Texas sunrise
Girl, with you in my life, they’re all great nights 
And damn good mornings

Verse
I never would’ve thought I could ever be caught
Cuddlin’ tight with the love of my life on a Saturday night
When we’re surfin’ the couch, I don’t wanna go out
Yeah, I got all I need, with you laying on me

Pre-CH
Now I find I'm  always resorting
To hit the sack early for a damn good morning!

Chorus
Who would have guessed that I’d change
All my friends think I’m acting strange
I’ve traded in drinkin' nonsense
For an all-inclusive romance
I don’t need neon lights
You’re brighter than a Texas sunrise
Girl, with you in my life, they’re all great nights 
And damn good mornings

Instrumental

Chorus
I’m so happy that I’ve changed
Now it doesn’t even seem strange
I’ve traded in drinkin' nonsense
For an all-inclusive romance
I don’t need neon lights
You’re brighter than a Texas sunrise
Girl, with you in my life, they’re all great nights 
And damn good mornings
damn good mornings

Damn Good Mornings

I Swear You’re Different (So Did She)

Loving someone who belongs to someone else.

Hopes And Dreams

“We weren’t mean. We were 17.”


[lyrics]

[Verse 1]
Turned up mid-morning, no shame, no rush,
Still buzzin' off last night’s crush.
Hair straight but the weather’s not playin',
Lip gloss smudged, fake calm, real strainin'.

PE kit stuffed in a Jane Norman bag,
Still smellin’ like Lynx and half a Greggs snag.
Didn’t bring pens, but brought the tea,
‘Cause who needs Maths, when we've got belly tops, you feel me?

[Pre-Chorus]
Said we hated drama, then lived it daily,
In changing rooms, tears comin’ out semi-gayly.
Everyone actin’ like they’re on Skins,
But can’t hack stairs in New Look pins.

[Chorus]

We were mean on Wednesdays,
Fake tan phase, high pony haze.
Snide remarks in R.E. class,
Fell for lads with no cars fast.
Didn’t need no crown to reign,
Just a seat on the back row train.

[Verse 2]
Skipped PE more than we skipped tracks,
Still told the teacher “I’ve got bad backs.”
Drama was life. We played it bold,
cried on cue and lied like gold.

Girls were mates ‘til someone cracked,
myspace wars, and friendship pacts.
"You stole my hoodie," he texted me first, "
Then, shared a chippy tea like nothin’ was worse.

[Bridge]
And we thought we were tough, but God, we were soft.
Hearts on sleeves, but the sleeves got lost.
Said “I don’t care” about a hundred things
But every lie wore friendship rings.

[Final Chorus]
We were mean on Wednesdays,
Laughin’ loud through sideways pain.
Skipped the lessons, learnt the plays,
Loved like we’d never feel that way again.
Told the truth like it was fiction,
Flawed with flawless conviction.


© 2025 [Dendritedisco]. Mean on Wednesdays is an original work. All lyrics, concepts, and recordings are protected under copyright law. Please do not reproduce, remix, or redistribute without permission. All rights reserved.

Mean on Wednesdays.

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I grew up in an ethnically diverse neighborhood in the Bronx, NYC, during a period of intense racial tension. Just getting through the day at school was a struggle. I picked up the guitar as a way to stay off the streets, and I found that music was the only thing that could transcend those barriers.  My song “Living on the Wrong Side of Town” is inspired by those early experiences.

When I tried pursuing a degree in music, I ended up switching to computer science instead. I didn’t have the confidence or self-esteem back then, and, to be honest, I didn’t want to struggle. I reflect on those decisions in my song “Making Choices.”

Many years have passed, and I’ve done well for myself. But music has always been a constant, helping me navigate through the hardest times. The difference now is that I have more life to draw from, more stories to tell.

When you write a song and truly connect to it, it becomes a piece of who you are—a reflection of your journey.

If you enjoy these arrangements (demos), please click like or follow me on SoundCloud. All the lyrics are original, and many of these songs were started years ago but only recently completed.  I own the copyrights. 

Additionally, if you’re an experienced singer in the NYC tri-state area and interested in collaborating on recording or performing my music, feel free to reach out.  I have many additional ideas for new songs in the works.

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