Every single That Handsome Devil / Godforbid song, all of them, in one playlist.
Massive thanks to Lazy Jake on youtube for getting all of the songs and making the original playlist

Talk Dirty To me

Marilyn Loves Heroin

Communication Nowhere

Don't Go - That Handsome Devil (152kbit Opus)

That Handsome Devil -  I'm Too Sexy

One Day We'll Be Ugly

Your Parents Are Sellouts

Intro

Drugs and Guns for Everyone

Throwing Up

A late-night confession wrapped in warm synths and soft low-end. “We Can’t Say Goodnight” lives in that neon hour where you swear you’ll leave…but don’t. Velvet vocals, lingering bass, and slow-burn drums hold the moment just past goodbye fingertips on the doorframe, eyes saying stay. It’s lust, but it’s also mercy: letting the night breathe a little longer.

Can't Say Goodnight

Bobby Caldwell - Do For Love (2025 Neo-Soul Mix)

I drop the tape lines drawn by ghosts,
Quiet roots lift stone where no one toasts.

I gather names I left in old halls,
Dim bulbs hum out; my echo withdraws.

Signed vows drip down the windowpane,
Fine print runs off into silver rain.

I bless the crack where daylight slides,
No blame, just path where my weight resides.

I hold my worth above crowded rooms,
No empty thrones, no bargain fumes.

Those who scan for shine, step past;
My glow loves those who love it last.

Right on time—my slow-burn, fluent stride,
Hands off the clock; I walk, I ride.

I quit chasing doors that swing for show,
I love the handles that move and know.

Every soft no saves one soft life,
I cut one thread, unhook ten knives.

Calm leans down where the fever flew,
I clear that smoke; I keep what’s true.

I stack my days like steady stones,
No more masks that steal my tones.

Old stories pack their bags tonight,
I keep the lines that land in light.

If you feel my pace, you match my feet,
If not, no war; our routes don’t meet.

I leave like dawn slips out of black,
Clean break, no scorch, no looking back.

I let wrong tables lose my chair,
Empty space grows greener air.

Right on time—my golden inward beam,
No scramble sprint, no swollen dream.

I trust the pull that speaks low, clear,
No circus hook, no yarn of fear.

I tune my spine to quiet yes,
I walk through less and live in more.

My bones remember every wait,
Still I arrive through my own gate.

Love that left taught shape, not lack,
I pour that lesson; I never crawl back.

I hold my palm to my own face,
I love the lines, the woman, the grace.

I choose slow roads that match my eyes,
I read clean skies, not borrowed lies.

What rings true walks close, unshamed,
What drifts loose falls off unnamed.

Right on time—no late, no rush,
Just heartbeat tempo, holy hush.

I plant each no like quiet seed,
Roots learn the dark, then rise and lead.

The ones who see me, walk in tune,
We share soft streets and honest moon.

I stand with all my pieces near,
I ride my life without the fear.

Right on time—open, steady, wide,
I meet myself and stay beside.

No looking back

Don't Go - That Handsome Devil (152kbit Opus)

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