The streets that know my tears – a moment of deep pain and revelation.

A tender farewell to Tbilisi told through 11 bluesy, soulful, and folk-infused songs.
These are whispers under the city’s moonlight – love, memory, and quiet acceptance. A journey of leaving, but never losing what stays in the heart.

Moonlight Whispers

Streets That Know My Tears

“Devil’s Got Your Name” is a soulful, jazz-infused song about betrayal, karma, and inevitable consequences. The lyrics portray a charming yet deceitful person whose lies, manipulations, and moral compromises catch up with them. The narrator, with a mix of pain and power, warns that no matter how far someone runs or how well they hide, the truth will find them — and the devil already knows who they are. The song carries a smoky, vintage nightclub vibe with a dark, dramatic undertone, echoing themes of guilt, justice, and emotional reckoning.

[Title: "Devil’s Got Your Name"]

[Intro – slow jazz groove with upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed drums]
Mmm… yeah...
You thought you’d dance around the flame...
But sugar, the devil’s got your name...


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[Verse 1]
You roll the dice like you own the game,
Playing hearts like they’re all the same.
Dressed in charm, but your soul’s on lease,
Smiling lies in a tailored piece.
You left lipstick on a holy book,
Baby, I see you — I know that look.


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[Instrumental 1 – smoky saxophone solo with low organ hum]


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[Verse 2]
Late night lover with a bottle mouth,
You light the match, then you head down south.
Every promise tastes like gin,
But sugar, truth seeps through your skin.
You shake hands with saints and snakes,
But one wrong step is all it takes.


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[Chorus – bold, brassy horns, gospel harmonies]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what shoes you wear.
Hide in the dark, pray in the rain —
Too late now, he’s called your name.
Mmm, the devil’s got your name…


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[Instrumental 2 – staccato piano, dirty blues guitar riff]


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[Verse 3]
You left your shadow in my bed,
Full of secrets, full of dread.
Tried to wash your hands in fire,
But babe, you build your own damn pyre.
Truth’s a mirror with cracks and stains,
And your reflection screams in chains.


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[Bridge – slow down, jazzy chords, sultry vocal styling]
No angels left to testify,
Just lipstick ghosts and alibis.
The preacher weeps, the bells won’t ring,
‘Cause mercy don’t mean a single thing...


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[Instrumental 3 – Hammond organ swell, bluesy electric solo]


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[Chorus – reprise with choir-style backing]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what soul you wear.
Hide in your charm, drown in your shame —
Too late now, he’s claimed your name.
Yeah, the devil’s got your name…


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[Interlude – soft keys, rain sample, minor 7th jazz chords]


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[Outro – fading with jazzy vocal riffing and bassline]
You shoulda danced with the truth, not the flame...
But sugar… the devil’s got your name...


Devil’s Got Your Name

The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto is a tragic scena for mezzo-soprano, baritone, and orchestra. It begins in hushed tones, with the sea rising like a distant memory, before unfolding into a fierce vow against the tide.

The mezzo-soprano carries the widow’s grief and rage, while the baritone voice answers with depth and shadow, amplifying the drama through dialogue. The music moves through recitativo, arioso, and cabaletta forms, storm-driven by strings, harp, low winds, and percussion.

What begins as whispered mourning swells into fiery defiance, and closes on a fading coda — a vow suspended, unresolved, yet unbroken.

This is music of loss, rage, and resilience: the widow’s cry against the storm, now echoed in two voices.

[LYRICS]

’Tis said the sea forgets its dead…
But I recall each thread once bled
He kissed my cheek at break of day
then turned and sailed his soul away
I kept the hearth, I bore the strain…
now wind and wave shall taste my pain.

The dawn was pale; the gulls were keen;
his shadow thinned against the green
I warmed the fire; I held the door
the silence settled to the floor
No ring of rope, no clink of oar
the house remembered… nothing more.

Nothing more… nothing more…

O sea that takes and never weeps,
O tide that drags the deepest deeps—
You took what once was mine; take heed,
I brand your foam with grief and flame.
I salt your depths with tears and brine,
and curse the stars that watched him shine.

Tears and brine… iron vows…

They brought back neither rope nor bone
just tales of foam and voices blown
No grave to tend, no name to stone
thus howling gales shall heed my moan
I wear no black, I hang no shawl
I stoke my rage— I shall not fall
Each wave that breaks upon the shore
shall feel my grief… and hear me roar.

Hear her roar… hear her roar…

Blow, ye winds, blow— you took what’s mine!
I salt your depths with tears and brine!
Though fate may grant what storms allow
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

Blow, ye winds, blow— return what’s mine!
Let ragged stars record the sign!
No swell shall rise ere I reclaim—
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

So mark my voice— and mark my name…
I damn the tide; I brand the frame.
Until the deep yields what’s denied,
I stand, and hold, against the tide.
Blow, winds… blow… ye took what’s mine…
The sea is vast—
yet I… remain…

Remain…

A3-S1 The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto (Mezzo-Soprano & Baritone • Operatic • Tragic • Storm)

Electric Heart returns with another journey through time — this chapter diving into the warmth and courage of the 1940s. “Hope in the Airwaves” blends vintage radio romance, dance-hall swing, and early cinematic soul with Connor Charles’ modern emotional signature.

A glowing radio in the dark. A voice carrying hope across the static.
From soft wartime ballads to big-band lifts and golden-screen elegance — this is music for a world finding light again.

Echoes of Us - Hope In The Airwaves 1940’s

Découvrez tous les titres. soundcloud.com/laurence-simenot/sets/spiritualia
De l'inspirant, de l'intemporel, du BAUME POUR LE COEUR et les cellules....

C’est le bon moment (2)

Demis Roussos - Never  Say Goodbye Again

Alle Syng med på den Tekst! (Træt af Racismens Spil)

Har en genre for alle, 

VemVed - Træt af Racismens Spil (Rap/HipHop)

The Artillery Bjæf - Træt af Racismens Spil  (rock metal)

Lilliana Swing -  Træt af Racismens Spil  (Swing Jazz)

Ejner A - Træt af Racismens Spil (Rap)

EloDivaNA - Træt af Racismens Spil  (EDM)

Strange fruitish - Træt af Racismens Spil  (Jazz)

Børnene Synger - Træt af Racismens Spil (Børn)

Radio filler - Træt af Racismens Spil (indie, pop)

Mai B - Træt af Racismens Spil (pop)

Martian feat. VemVed - Træt af Racismens Spil (rock, metal, alternative rap/hiphop/nu-metal)

Så alle vil kunne lytte til buskabet om STOP RACISM)

Træt af Racismens Spil

[Verse 1]
Jeg er så træt af racismens spil,
Danere klamrer sig til gamle fordom profiler.
Hovederne dululu,
Hovederne Dululu
Køber alt, ja, lige fra China til Manila.

[Pre-Chorus]
Vores slik er for dyrt, dansk bliver glemt, men okay, vi har godt af hinanden
Skål med
Amerikanske Sodavand i hånd,
Eller en hollandsk bajer.

[Chorus]
Jeg er så træt af racisme, ærligt talt,
Danere hellige sig til gammelt alt for galt.
De er jo helt dululu, hvad sker der her?
Med alt købt fra Kina - wish, temu!

[Verse 2]
Vores yndlings snacks er wok og pizza slice,
Nudler, kebab, sushi - smag løs fra paradis.
Tech fra Taiwan, USA og Kina igen,
Mens vi streamer beats fra svenske herrer med SoundCloud, skabt i Berlin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Meta kort, Insta, Snap, Facebook flow,
Kommunikerer verden rundt, men fordommene blir.

[Chorus]
Jeg er så træt af racisme, ærligt talt,
Danere hellige sig til gammelt alt for salt.
De er jo helt dululu, hvad sker der her?
Med alt købt fra Kina - det' ikke fair!

[Bridge]
Ikke engang dem der styrer vores land,
Tænker på os, det her lille danske vand med land.
Dyre lægehuse, medicin der slår,
Tandlæge priser stiger – hvem tror du på?
Psykisk sygdom - velkommen til svingdør
Busser der ikke kører før og efter fanden får sko på

[Outro]
Så lad os ryste fordomme, bygge bro igen,
Vi deler verden, kulturer, over grænse til lands.
Træt af racisme, vi siger det nu højt,
En danskhed der lever i skyttegravene, og et syn væk fra en verden af kommunikation.
Kom nu med
Kom nu med
Kom nu med
Lad os enes i et Fælles sprog

Bandcamp

Lilliana Swing -  Træt af Racismens Spil

Love  - Frankly Jazz 8 Piace Swing Band

Julio Iglésias viens m'embrasser 1981

Mireille Mathieu - Un monde avec toi

Julio Iglesias et Mireille Mathieu - La Tendresse 1975

Connor Charles is a UK-based artist and producer creating emotionally driven music that blends cinematic soundscapes, euphoric electronic energy, and honest songwriting.

From intimate reflections to full-scale anthems, his work explores themes of hope, love, resilience, and new beginnings — music made to move you, whether on the dancefloor or in quieter moments.

Every release is part of a wider story, shaped by feeling first and genre second.

Powered by hope.
Soul, Love & Light.
This is the Hopefire Way.

Echoes of Us - Hope In The Airwaves 1940’s

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