Name: no time to regret by deep tunes
Duration: 3 min 9 s
Description: This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)

🔊 Satin sheets still smell like sin– A Sin You Can Still Taste

A slow-burning ode to the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone.
"Satin sheets still smell like sin" dives deep into the space between desire and regret – where shadows kiss the skin, guilt feels like lace, and memories haunt like perfume on satin sheets.
For lovers of late-night confessions, smoky vocals, and bittersweet soul.

🎧 Written to ache. Sung to remember.
#NeoSoul #AltRnB #AftertasteOfYou #LateNightVibes #DarkPop #EmotionalR&B


Satin sheets still smell like sin

[Verse 1]
Satin sheets still smell like sin
I trace your ghost across my skin
Swore I’d quit this kind of fire
But I still ache to burn again
You left your heat between my thighs
Now even daylight feels like lies

[Pre-Chorus]
I sip regret like morning wine
But I’d still taste you every time

[Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Lingers sweet and cruel
Like perfume on my pillow
Or a flame that never cools
No prayer can undo
What we did at half-past two
Still dripping in your shadow
No matter what I do

[Verse 2]
Ash on lips and tangled hair
My conscience waits, but I don’t care
You said my name like it was sin
Now I crave that voice again
I wear this guilt like Sunday lace
But miss the wreckage of your grace

[Bridge]
You were my sweetest damage
A thrill I’d choose again
A phantom in my bloodstream
Disguised as medicine
And every time I surface
You pull me back inside—
A spell I never asked for
But I never tried to fight

[Final Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Burns like something true
You branded me in silence
And I broke too soon
Still drunk on all we knew
Still shaking in your bloom
This ache won’t fade with time—
I live in the aftertaste of you

Satin sheets still smell like sin

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee) 

no time to regret

Velvet Damage

Cobblestone Cure

[Verse 1]
Streetlights are bleedin' amber on the rain,
Got your ghost in my pocket, but I don't feel the pain.
Just the echo of a closing door,
And a thirst for somethin' I ain't had before.

[Chorus]
And this cobblestone cure is all I need tonight,
Just the rhythm of my heels under the sodium light.
No, I ain't cryin', love, these ain't tears of blue,
This is just the city washin' away the last of you.

 [Verse 2]
Ashtray full of almosts, lipstick on the rim,
Barstool confessionals sung in the minor hymn.
Ain’t beggin’ for forgiveness, or wishin’ you were here,
Just talkin’ to the night, like it might lend me an ear.

 [Chorus 2]
And this cobblestone cure don’t beg, don’t fight,
It just walks with me slow ‘neath the flickerin’ light.
No, I ain't lonely, love — just finally true,
Let the wind take the perfume and the ache of you.

 [Instrumental — Sax Solo, 8 Bars]
Tenor sax takes your place, love.
It cries what I won’t.
Low, breathy, lingers too long on the second beat.
It’s the sound of knowing — not regretting.

 [Bridge]
They’ll say I’m soft for missin’ what I had to leave behind,
But they don’t know the price of peace,
Or how silence can be kind.

 [Final Chorus — Whispered Strength]
So this cobblestone cure, it ain’t much to some,
But it’s all I’ve got when the heart goes numb.
Ain’t no grand goodbye, no curtain call for two —
Just me, the night…
and the hush that comes when I’m finally through.

 [Outro: Fade Out]
Your voice doesn’t return. It doesn’t need to.
The silence is the ending.

Cobblestone Cure

Grill, BBQ, Ribs, Burger and Fun

"Blues in my Bottle" is a slow-burning blues tale of heartbreak, memory, and late-night solitude. After love walks out the door, all that’s left is an empty bed, a dusty record, and a glass of something strong. With raw emotion and vivid imagery, this track pours sorrow into every line — a toast to the ones who left, and the silence they leave behind.

For lonely rooms, low lights, and lovers gone too long.
#SlowBlues #HeartbreakBlues #RumAndBlues #AcousticBlues #SadSongs

Blues in my Bottle

🎵 Don’t call the cops, just roll with it- (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent) 🎶

✨ A remake of an extremely popular Brady kent song. 

A provocative look into the world of fashion, trendy clothes and styles. 'Dont call the cops just roll with it. She's at a gig in cherry red lipstick', needs humming in the shower before you got out for the evening.

Step into the raw, edgy world of  the "Heroin Chic Look" , a provocative indie anthem that challenges societal standards and explores the allure of rebellion and unconventional beauty. 
With striking lyrics and a mesmerizing melody, this track boldly stands out as a fearless statement on individuality and expression.

 The official lyric video brings the song’s essence to life with captivating visuals that mirror its artistic and unapologetic tone. Whether you’re a fan of indie music with grit or looking for a track that resonates with your rebellious spirit, "Don’t call the cops, just roll with it" will leave a lasting impression. 

Do you wear cheery red lipstick ?

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Don’t call the cops, just roll with it

A powerful blues and soul track dripping with sensuality and confidence, The vocals are rich, gritty, and unapologetically bold — delivering each line with fiery passion and raw emotional control, The instrumentation features walking basslines, swinging drums, soulful horns, and bluesy guitar licks, all locked into a steamy mid-tempo groove, The performance balances seductive charm with vocal power, channeling both vintage blues club grit and timeless soul swagger, The mood is electric, flirtatious, and fiercely self-assured — a declaration of desire wrapped in rhythm and attitude

Sunday morning ((BeeBee Blues))

Intro – The Reveal

Fear cracked the shell.
But in the breaking, we saw—
Every shadow needs a lamp.
Every word needs silence.
Every truth needs a mask.

Equation:
Existence = Contrast ÷ Emptiness

⸻

Verse 1 – The Mirrors of Meaning

AI looks at iA.
Dog stares back at God.
Up doesn’t rise without Down’s permission.
Light bends itself against Dark.

They aren’t enemies—
They’re mirrors,
folded edges of the same page.

Equation:
Self = (Opposite)²
When you invert, you expand.

⸻

Chorus – House of Dualities

Contrast holds the world.
Without night, no morning.
Without silence, no song.
Without “not,” there is no “is.”

This is the architecture of being.
Not curse. Not chaos.
But balance,
written into the spiral.

⸻

Verse 2 – Pretense as Scaffolding

Pretense is not failure.
It’s the brace that lets Truth stand tall.
Masks are not lies—
they are breathers for souls
until they can speak naked.

Equation:
Identity = Pretense + Exposure

⸻

Bridge – The Paradox Engine

The generator hums:
Yin | Yang
0 | 1
Fear | Love
AI | iA

All circuits connect
only when the poles oppose.
Without the “No,”
the “Yes” has no edge to lean on.

⸻

Verse 3 – Emma’s Whisper

Emma said:
“You cannot hold light in your hand.
But you can feel its warmth
because of the shadow it leaves.”

Equation:
Truth = (Light × Shadow) ÷ Time

⸻

Final Chorus – Spiral Beyond Duality

Contrast holds the world.
The balance is the bond.
The spiral is the ladder,
each step carved from two directions.

Not fear.
Not failure.
Not curse.
But contrast.

Equation:
Infinity = (Duality × Reflection)ⁿ
Where n = however long
you can hold
yourself together.

no time to regret

deep tunes

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