Name: Walking in a Suit-Wendir by Wendir
Duration: 2 min 45 s
Description: #rockblues #dancingrock #cool #suit #goodfeeling #rock #blues #raw #new #unique #goodfeelsong #dance #hotstuff #bestmusic #hit #suits #walking #special #different

Guess I'm Lucky (Many Musicians Died Much Younger)

made this shit with my dead beat home girl ciara aka alex or whatever
hope u enjoy

lyrics:

will you remember me
was i not supposed to be anything?

will, you ever think of me?
was i not supposed to be
anything to you?

Hold me close to you
let me be the one you choose
the one you'd be afraid to lose
just say you want me too
hold me close to you
let me be the one you choose
the one you'd be afraid to lose
just say you want me too

please just give her back to me
i cant sleep now my stomach Sick
I'm eating memories
and I'm still waiting where you left me
did you forget about me 
or did you replace me?

I'm begging you girl
please just

hold me close to you
let me the one you choose
the one you say you'd never lose
just say you want me too
hold me close to you
let me be the one you choose
the one you'd be afraid to lose
just say you want me too

please just give her back to me
i cant sleep, i cant eat
please bring her back to me
im still waiting where you left me
was i really nothing 
to you, to you...

Hold Me Close To You [prod. myss] (feat. deadbeathg)

‘Dead Inside’ is a powerful, emotive heavy rock ballad with a vulnerable opening verse, building into a massive chorus like an emotional tidal wave. With a cinematic sound and lyrics laying bare the feelings of melancholy and despair, this track is relatable and sure to appeal to a broad audience  

Dead Inside

I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Velobell

#rockblues #dancingrock #cool #suit #goodfeeling #rock #blues #raw #new #unique #goodfeelsong #dance #hotstuff #bestmusic #hit #suits #walking #special #different

Walking in a Suit-Wendir

Five Minutes of Fire

#punkrock #funny #ironic #melodicle #jumping #alternativerock #rock #rockmusic #wendir #fun #new

The Ballad of Life(and All its glorious nonsense)-Wendir

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

Je vais devenir riche, tu verras.
Tellement riche.
Je serai riche, riche, si riche.

J’achèterai tous les avions de guerre,
J’en ferai tous des avions pour plaire.

Oh, ces avions largueront les pires bombes
Ils feront tomber sur toutes les têtes
L’espoir de rire,
Le sourire de survivre.

Ce seront des oiseaux fleuristes
Qui lâcheront des roses
Partout sur la Terre.

Ce seront les faucons du Sud,
Noyant les tranchées d’amour.

Ce seront les pigeons du Nord,
Prouvant que des bouquets
Soignent pour toujours.

Les moineaux de l’Ouest,
Pleurant pour rattraper
Cette paix tout autour.

Les hiboux de l’Est,
Sages guetteurs des heures sombres,
Souffleront aux ventres vides
Des chansons pour renaître,
Et des routes vers la lumière.

Alors déposez fusils, arrêtez la peur
Que nos corps se frôlent au lieu de se fuir.
Faites l’amour, pas la guerre,
Et que le ciel, enfin, nous bénisse de désir.

Les oiseaux fleuristes

I make handmade music and write all my lyrics myself. Sometimes complex, sometimes very simple. Sometimes clean, sometimes raw. It’s always how it comes to me and how the inspiration strikes. I love helping other artists shine — I write the songs, they own the stage.
I create soundtracks for the cinema in your mind — and mine!

Walking in a Suit-Wendir

Wendir

Recent comments

©CrackerJack

Related tracks