This soul-blues ballad tells the gritty story of life on the streets, where love, violence, addiction, and survival collide under the flickering lights of the inner city. Through the raw and emotional voice of a woman who knows every corner of this harsh world, we witness broken lives, desperate hustles, and fleeting moments of connection. Set against the smoky atmosphere of a small club, with an intimate crowd absorbing every word, the song captures both the danger and the strange affection people feel for the streets that scar them. Gritty instrumental parts and gospel-tinged choruses reinforce the bittersweet beauty of resilience in chaos.
– City Ain’t No Lady

Lyrics:
[Intro – slow blues piano, smoky saxophone]

[Verse 1]
Streetlights flicker on the avenue,
He got a gun and a bottle, not much else to do.
She’s wearin’ red, with a grin made of pain,
Trading kisses for dollars in the cold hard rain.
Sirens wail like a trumpet in hell,
Ain’t no mercy in the stories they tell.

[Chorus]
This city ain’t no lady, she don’t cry when you bleed,
She’ll take your last dollar, then laugh while you plead.
She’ll kiss you with fire, then throw you away—
But I can’t stop walkin’ her streets every day.

[Instrumental 1 – slow guitar blues riff, soft organ swelling]

[Verse 2]
Johnny lost his teeth to a dirty deal,
Now he’s chasin’ shadows he can’t even feel.
Liquor on his breath, blood on his shoes,
He said, “One more hit, and I’ll shake these blues.”
But the monkey’s tight and the night’s too long,
And his lullaby’s just a junkie’s song.

[Instrumental 2 – moaning saxophone, walking bass]

[Verse 3]
Mama used to sing with a voice so sweet,
Now she’s prayin’ for sleep in the back of the street.
Her lipstick's smeared, but her eyes still burn—
Look too close and you’ll never return.
Even angels get lost in this twisted town,
Where the only light is when the bar shuts down.

[Instrumental 3 – raw electric guitar solo with brass stabs]

[Chorus]
This city ain’t no lady, she don’t cry when you bleed,
She’ll take your last dollar, then laugh while you plead.
She’ll kiss you with fire, then throw you away—
But I can’t stop walkin’ her streets every day.

[Instrumental 4 – slow breakdown, piano & brushed drums]

[Bridge – slow and soulful]
I’ve seen love sold in alleyways,
Watched hope fade in a crack pipe’s blaze.
But I still sing with a fire in my chest,
'Cause even hell deserves the blues expressed.

[Reprise Chorus – powerful, gospel-tinged]
No, this city ain’t no lady, she’s rough, raw, and mean,
But she's all that I got—my soul’s broken queen.
She'll cut you to pieces, then beg you to stay,
And I still keep lovin' her… night after day.

[Outro – slow fade, piano and voice only]
Yeah, I still keep lovin' her…
Night… after… day…

City Ain’t No Lady (trad. Version)

Love, You Are Too Late

A gritty funky blues track. About looking at one's own life from the point of view of 'what I am doing with the time I have?' This is how it goes:

What am I to do with the death bed blues?
You don’t want to be in my shoes
But you don’t get to choose
Win or lose…It’s going to happen to you….
That’s why we get those,
yes we all get those death bed, dead time blues

So what ya going to do, With the life you live
Have you got something for him, 
something to give,  
Anything to live for, something to be forgiven for
I’ll open the door, just for you, 
when you get the death bed blues

When the time comes don’t run, 
there’s nowhere to run, 
You can’t run out on a deal that’s been done
You start breathing heavy 
when the process has begun,
laugh till you pass…..I'll be there with you, 
when you get those death bed..
dead time blues

When I get them too, 
I buy something new….
Avoid the fact, that it will be back
If it’s me next, I slip away on a pretext,
but oh no, when you’re due,
no hiding from the death bed
Dead time blues

I got the Death bed blues, yes I do
I'm slimming to be beautiful just for you
Maybe you will pass me by, tell me some lies
So I can avoid that end time bad news
It’s going to happen to me too…
I get the Death bed
Death bed dead time blues

Oh keep me out of that depressing room, that undressing room, where you loom
Where you lose your bloom, 
and just whose tune you was singing to, 
and who pointed to the moon, 
said you might not be breathing soon
That’s why we get those death bed, dead time blues

But I suspect, even though I'm wrecked
that I should have checked in before I check out,
grab my drink before I'm chucked out, 
but I messed about, just to get paid, laid, 
then I was splayed, I'm on the floor,
I am no more, it’s nothing new,
I have the Death bed, dead time blues

no one wants to be kept in check, or henpecked,
find away without fear,
have some respect,
who knows what’s correct in this crazy world that’s a cult or sect,
that no one suspects they’re caught in it too…
no wonder we all get those death bed, dead time blues

it’s the end of time, it’s the end of the line
the end of me and the end of mine
it’s your last chance to shine,
the way we live is a crime,
if you don’t do what you’re here to do
I can assure you, 
You’ll get the death bed, dead time blues

I got the Death bed blues, yes I do
I'm slimming to be beautiful just for you
Maybe you will pass me by, tell me some lies
So I can avoid that end time bad news
It’s going to happen to me too…
I get the Death bed
Death bed dead time blues

Death Bed, Dead Time Blues

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Cotton Road Lullaby

What fault is it of mine?

(Strophe 1)
Wir warten auf den Tag, wo der Retter kommt,
Doch er bleibt in der Ferne, bleibt ein Phantom.
Kein Trump, kein Putin, keine großen Namen,
Keine Partei wird je für uns planen.

Wir stehen hier zusammen, Hand in Hand,
Nur wir können was ändern, in diesem Land.
Korruption und Lügen, sie halten uns klein,
Doch die Stärke in uns, lässt uns niemals allein.

(Refrain)
Nur wir, nur wir können uns befreien,
Von den Ketten der Macht, den korrupten Reihen.
Nur wir, nur wir stehen zusammen,
Bauen unsere Zukunft, können die Parasiten verbannen.

(Strophe 2)
Die Politiker labbern, ihre Worte sind leer,
Versprechen und Lügen, wir stellen uns quer.
Keiner wird kommen, um uns zu erlösen,
Wir sind hier, um die Probleme zu lösen.

Keine Religion, die uns lenkt und leitet,
Nur unser Herz, das uns den Weg bereitet.
Zusammen sind wir stark, können alles bezwingen,
Lasst uns aufstehen, lasst uns laut singen.

(Refrain)
Nur wir, nur wir können uns befreien,
Von den Ketten der Macht, den korrupten Reihen.
Nur wir, nur wir stehen zusammen,
Bauen unsere Zukunft, können die Parasiten verbannen.

(Strophe 3)
Die Welt ist im Chaos, die Zeiten sind schwer,
Doch die Kraft liegt in uns, wir zweifeln nicht mehr.
Wir sehen die Wahrheit, die sie uns verschweigen,
Es ist Zeit aufzustehen, nicht im Bett zu bleiben.

Kein Retter wird kommen, das ist jetzt klar,
gemeinsam sind wir stark, sind wir wunderbar.
Wir stehen für Gerechtigkeit, für Freiheit und Licht,
Unsere Stimmen vereint, und die Dunkelheit bricht.

(Refrain)
Nur wir, nur wir können uns befreien,
Von den Ketten der Macht, den korrupten Reihen.
Nur wir, nur wir stehen zusammen,
Bauen unsere Zukunft, können die Parasiten verbannen.

(Bridge)
Wir sind die Retter, die Lösung, das Volk,
Die Rettung des Landes, wird unser Erfolg.
In Einheit und Stärke, erheben wir die Hand,
Gemeinsam für Freiheit, für unser Land.

Kein Trump, kein Putin, keine Macht dieser Welt,
Kann uns brechen, wenn Zusammenhalt zählt.
Unsere Zukunft, sie liegt fest in unseren Händen,
Lasst uns beginnen, unser Schicksal zu wenden.

(Refrain)
Nur wir, nur wir können uns befreien,
Von den Ketten der Macht, den korrupten Reihen.
Nur wir, nur wir stehen zusammen,
Bauen unsere Zukunft, können die Parasiten verbannen.

Wir (Blues Version) - Prod. by Dawid Snowden

© 2025 WhoaProductions – All Rights Reserved

The joy of my awareness 
Is the expansion  
of my soul 
as my Crimson is 
being shown. 
The world is seen 
Through what I know. 
The question is, 
“Do I have the acceptance 
To see this humility?” 
To listen and understand 
My true calamity. 
To nurture and heal 
my sub personalities. 
Developed through 
my traumatic reality. 
I pray for the grace 
in me.  
The knowledge to see. 
The safety from wisdom. 
To touch the soul 
in me. 
The intrinsic leaping 
of a continuous spirit 
through eternity. 
Not tied to the past 
as I am allowed  
to stare 
at other’s happy atmosphere. 
While I continue  
to make myself plead 
this ephemeral sorrow 
that is strangling me. 
Why don’t I understand 
That this psycho-drama 
can be 
my Brahma. 
No more self-casted upon 
or blame mama. 
I am surrounded by 
the love of God. 
This glimpse of salvation 
Leads me away 
from my own destructive 
reservations. 
I am not the saboteur  
of my own life today. 
The resounding love 
surrounds me 
as I sit 
and meditate 
and pray. 
The ecumenical  
Joy of awareness. 
Just for today. 
Grant me the willingness, 
for my spirit to stay. 
The depth of my perception 
needs to become 
greater than  
any subjugation. 
For my spirit to become free 
in the complications 
of the world I see. 
I will not cut 
And watch myself bleed. 
I know that love 
Is my path 
To be freed.

The Expansion of My Soul

This new version revisits one of my earliest songs a raw cry from the working class still caught in a rigged game. It’s the same story, but with sharper edges and clearer eyes. The struggle hasn’t changed, but neither has the spirit. We’re still standing, still hoping, and still refusing to fold.

[Verse 1]
Rising before dawn, chasing our fading dreams
Working jobs that barely pays enough for our needs
Just enough to bring us back each day
Each morning's light calls us to the fray

Have we become their machines, doing their dirty deeds?  
So they can play as we struggle to meet our needs.  
The self absorbed acquire more than one could ever need,  
While the working class suffers with broken knees.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the struggles to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

[Bridge]

The game is stacked, we're mere tokens on its board,  
Racing 'round the squares, as our dreams are ignored.  
Just to spend what we earn on another round played,  
Stuck in this loop, while our hopes slowly  fade. 

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

It's time for change, for balance to be found,  
Let the privileged understand the struggle all around.  
Tighten their belts, share some wealth with grace,  
So families can live secure, in their rightful place.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real


[Outro]

A  more balanced structure we need, not just for now,  
To inspire us all to continue and take a bow.  
When fairness is given, and justice is true,  
The game will feel new, and hope will ensue.

Stuck in the Game  (The Working Man’s Cry)

Soulmate: An R&B Story is more than an album — it’s a cinematic journey told through sound. It begins with two friends who slowly fall in love, only to be torn apart by betrayal, heartbreak, and the haunting silence that follows. But through pain comes reflection, and through reflection comes rebirth. Each song connects to the next, carrying echoes, emotions, and moments that weave a single story — from innocent beginnings to final closure.

This is R&B storytelling at its purest — soulful, intimate, and painfully human. Close your eyes. Feel every lyric. Live the story.


Echoes of Us

The followup to the hit Song Smoke and Silver 

Smoke and Silver (Part Two)

If you like soul, dream pop, blues, jazz, and swing this album is for you. This album attempts to fuse many genres and use them to express a story, a sentiment, and emotion. This music is supposed to appeal to your heart and soul. This music is supposed to shake you. This music is supposed to touch your soul with blend of instruments, a soulful voice, and deep tones. Hope you enjoy the album as much as I enjoyed making it. Cheers!

Midnight Mopper

Ich bin kein Influencer, der sein Frühstück zur Schau stellt, kein Maskottchen der Mitte und schon gar kein Werbeträger für Zahnpasta. Ich bin ein Künstler im Widerstand. Meine Arbeit ist kein dekoratives Beiwerk, sondern ein Werkzeug, um die Fassaden eines Systems einzureißen, das Kontrolle als Fortschritt verkauft.

In meinen Videos, Liedern und Podcasts entfalte ich keine Kulisse, sondern lege offen, was dahinter liegt. Ich schenke dir keine sanfte Beruhigung, sondern einen Impuls, der dich aufrüttelt – damit du wach wirst, bevor Algorithmen das Denken für dich übernehmen.

Ich arbeite nicht für Klicks, sondern für Bewusstsein. Nicht für die bequeme Harmonie des Schweigens, sondern für den Moment, in dem deutlich wird: Hier passiert etwas, das nicht glattgebügelt ist. Mein Ziel ist nicht Applaus, sondern Veränderung.

Denn die neue Abhängigkeit braucht keine Ketten aus Eisen. Sie tarnt sich in AGBs, Likes und moralisch verpacktem Gehorsam. Wer meine Arbeit unterstützt, sucht keine Beliebtheit – er wird zur Stimme, die das Schweigen im System durchbricht. Darin liegt die eigentliche Kraft.

Wir (Blues Version) - Prod. by Dawid Snowden

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