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Baby, you scaled the walls around me
I can't believe you found me
And set me free
You gave me
A reason to keep living
And still you keep on giving
You know no greed

Wake me
Shake me
This feels a little like it's a dream
Make me
Believe that you're as good 
as you really seem

Take me
To places I ain't seen
Where grass don't give no greener
I need to breathe
Baby, this is your finest hour
You've given me the power
To believe

Wake me
Shake me
This feels a little like it's a dream
Make me believe 
That you're as good as you really seem

Wake me, shake me, this feels a little like it's a dream
Make me believe that you're as good as you really seem

Wake me
Shake me
This feels a little like it's a dream
(This feels a little like it's a dream)
Make me believe 
That you're as good as you really seem

Wake me
Shake me
This feels a little like it's a dream
(This feels a little like it's a dream)
Make me believe 
That you're as good as you really seem

Music and Lyrics by T. Hall ©️2025

Walls

They say time heals all things
I say it mostly trips over its own feet

Met you again where the decades blur
You said, "Still late?" - I said, "Yes, sir!"
Your cufflinks winked like they knew my crime
We've both gone crooked but kept in rhyme

The jukebox wheezed out our favorite scene
All scratched-up vinyl and nicotine sheen
You took my hand like a borrowed line
And said, "One more round with Father Time?"

We're slow dancing with Time, he's drunk and polite
Keeps stepping too close, then fading from sight
The clock's out of tune, the seconds won't stay
But somehow your rhythm still knows my sway

Your tie's out of fashion, your grin's still gold
My shoes are wiser, my jokes got old
But listen - the silence still hums our name
A syncopation no hour can tame

You said, "We were wild", I said, "Define"
You laughed like a line that refused to align
If grace is a beat, then we missed it twice
But oh, what a beautiful mess imprecise

We're slow dancing with Time, in half-lit disguise
Trading our minutes for borrowed replies
No countdowns, no chimes, no grand design
Just one more spin in that crooked line

Tick, tick - he's a jealous bandmate
Turns every encore to a clean slate
But let the fool rewind the reel
We'll keep the outtakes he tried to steal

Maybe Time's just a tired MC
Spinning his stories, forgetting the key
We fill in the groove he drops too soon
And rhyme off-beat beneath a lazy moon

No vows, no clocks, no metaphors thin
Just rhythm - and maybe a little gin
He counts the measures, we count the lies
And still find truth where the silence sighs

We're slow dancing with Time, and stealing the lead
Twisting his tempo till hours concede
The band fades to black, the metronome's mine
Still holding your gaze - still slow dancing with Time

Careful now, don't rush the rhyme...
We're only as young as the next bad line

Slow Dancing with Time

Tomorrow

Tomorrow (Extended)

Old man

“All My Woes” isn’t just a sad song—it’s what happens when pain finds a voice and refuses to stay quiet.

All My Woes

“The Sopranos” by Ivory Scarlett is a full hearted diss track that drags what’s hidden in the dark straight into the light. It calls out stealing, lying, backstabbing, and fake loyalty with no vague shots or no mercy, just names and truth. Raw, confrontational, and unapologetic, this track is about exposing what people do when they think no one’s watching.

The Soprano’s

she's not an angel
love is painful
sink or swim
anything but my downfall

you're always reaching out
for somebody
will i ever get what i need

it's the same thing every time
filling spaces
recognizing faces that you make

is it my fate to fall
imperfections written so clear
i hope that i'll be fine this year

are you holding me up
when i fall

always bad news when you call
never been so high

coming into contact with
your overreactions
never reaching satisfaction
scared of what you could imagine now

launch me up
bullet with no target
don't want to self-destruct
you make it hard to
breathe
relieve my ambition

coming up for the last time
i don't want to hear your excuses

moving backwards
running in circles chasing my tail 

you had to attack first
you love to put me under your spell

is it my fate to fall
a downfall that feels like
an intermission

Fate

"Juste un dernier pour la route..." On connaît la chanson. Petite virée dans l'ambiance PMU, entre brèves de comptoir et philosophie de fin de soirée. C'est du brut, c'est du vrai.

Merci au maestro PROD.PERIL pour l'instru qui colle parfaitement à l'humeur.

Si toi aussi t'as déjà dit "Allez, le dernier", lâche un like ! 👍🍷

UN VERRE DE +

A Song with  Guitars Played 
Lyrics:
 
[Verse 1]

Wenn ich es wag’,
geh ich meinen Weg allein,
hab mich heut’
an mir selbst verbrannt, so klein.

Doch es ist mein Pfad,
krumm und nicht perfekt,
folg den Rissen,
bis mein Name darin steckt.

[Chorus]

Ideen auf all meinen Wegen,
dreh sie heute laut in meinem Kopf,
sie kreisen, sie leuchten,
sie bleiben,
und wenn ich fall’,
dann fall’ ich
auf meinem Weg.

[Verse 2]

Späte Gespräche
mit der Decke, dem Ventilator,
kleine Funken
springen aus mir hervor.

Jeder Fehltritt
zeigt mir den Plan,
ich verlier’,
ich lern’,
halt die Flamme dann.

[Chorus]

Ideen auf all meinen Wegen,
spiel sie heute tief in meinem Kopf,
sie kreisen, sie leuchten,
sie bleiben,
und wenn ich fall’,
dann fall’ ich
auf meinem Weg.

[Bridge]

Augen zu,
lass den Lärm vergeh’n,
jede wilde Idee
findet ihren Platz zu steh’n.

Passt vielleicht nicht
in das, was die Welt gern sieht,
doch es passt
in mein eigenes Lied.

[Chorus / Outro]

Ideen auf all meinen Wegen,
sie sind mein Feuer, mein Kompass, mein Halt,
wenn ich fall’,
dann fall’ ich
auf meinem Weg.

Welt der Ideen

Not on a Wednesday

DRIVEN BY ESCAPISM

TRACK 6 OUT OF 7

SPOTIFY:
https://open.spotify.com/track/0K95k6zuRRtL53T3ZR1hYR?si=46c6cfe884bb4e7a

APPLE MUSIC:
https://music.apple.com/us/song/sight/1851972291

Fate

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