Beautiful composition and good lyric/vocal

Very nice folk song, great guitar play and nice arrangements.

Really well written. Vocals and backtracks are excellent. Nice job.

White fences means its home sweet home then

Sounds ..vocal.. really good! 🌍☮︎👍

I used to dream about white picket fences
And down that path, surely I strode
Never feeling myself move
Eyes fixed on the road
I used to be in a place where
The world was mostly on me
A singular constitution
A lonely place to be

Just give me a road to run on
Just show me a path that's clear
With the wind, I will move ahead
No looking back
Never fear

I used to dream about far away places
And deep down I knew
The wrong path was taken
Then I met you
Gave love and direction
Found a strength in me
Set us in motion
Now we're something to see

Just give us a road to run on
Just show us a path that's clear
With the wind we will move ahead
No looking back
Never fear

Just give us a road to run on
Just show us a path that's clear
With the wind we will move ahead
No looking back
Never fear

Just give us a road to run on
Show us a path that's clear
With the wind we will move ahead
No looking back
Never fear

No looking back
Never fear

No looking back
No looking back
Never fear
Never fear

White Picket Fences

O.M.G

She's The Light



She's the light inside of me,
without her I can't see.
She's a part of everything
I ever want to be.

She makes me feel
like I can do
about most anything.
Inspires me to be my best.
Reach for that golden ring.

She has a way of finding good
in everyone she meets.
She spreads her love
across the world
to anyone she greets.

She's so magnetic.
Watch her reel 
your hapless heart right in.
Around her I'm pathetic.
I just take it on the chin.

She's the light inside of me,
without her love I know I can't see.
She is part of everything
I ever want to be.

She loves without apology,
feel lucky you've a chance.
An expert in psychology
There's nothing happenstance.

The instant that you figure out
just what makes this girl tick?
She'll hand your hat right back to you
and make you feel sick.

She has a power so unique
I find I can't explain.
When I'm around her I feel weak.
A puddle for a brain.

She has no sense of what she does.
It happens naturally.
Everything I ever was
I'll discard happily.

She's my goal,
my only focus.
Near her I can't breathe.
Within those auburn eyes
I see a God and I believe.

She's the light
brought to my world.
I'll never know just why.
With her love flowing neath my wings,
I feel like I could fly.

So thankful for the memories
thru my minds eye they stream
I hope I never wake again
from this one lovely dream

When my life ends
and all of this just fades into the sea.
I'll thank the Lord for every day
that she was here with me.

She's the light inside of me,
without her love I know I can't see.
She is part of everything
I ever want to be.

Sing it loud! ….Sing it proud!...In a crowd!

She's the light inside of me,
without her love I know I can't see.
She's a part of everything.

Without her, I cease to be.

She's the light.

She's The Light

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FLORIDA SHI* (Prod. berg)

Alan and His Party Pants: A Disco Odyssey

Part I: The Neon Beat

In the heart of the city, where the night pulsed with neon and the disco ball spun like a forgotten planet, stood a bar—The Electric Groove. Its entrance was unmarked, but those who knew whispered its name like a secret spell.

Inside, the air crackled with anticipation. The dance floor throbbed, bodies moving in sync with the DJ’s rhythm. And there, at the center of it all, stood Alan “Disco Dynamo” Harris. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a chest tanned by sunsets and a gold chain that sparkled like stardust. Alan wore sunglasses—the kind that hid secrets and reflected desire.

Part II: The Sparkly Revelation

Alan’s hands held the party pants—a pair of jeans that defied gravity. They were more than fabric; they were a promise—a shimmering invitation to dance, to lose inhibitions, to become someone else under the pulsating lights.

The ladies circled—Sophia, with skin like cocoa and eyes that held galaxies, and Emily, her freckles like constellations. Sophia’s hips swayed, her afro catching stray beams. Emily’s laughter was a disco ball—bright and infectious.

Alan raised the party pants, the sequins winking. “Ladies,” he said, his voice a velvet groove, “meet my secret weapon.”

And the ladies laughed, their fingers tracing the sparkles. “Alan,” Sophia teased, “you’re a walking disco ball.”

Part III: The Cosmic Dance

The DJ dropped the beat—a bassline that shook the floor. Alan led Sophia and Emily to the center. The crowd watched, spellbound. The party pants worked their magic—Sophia twirled, her skirt flaring; Emily spun, her laughter echoing.

Alan danced—the sunglasses hiding his eyes, the gold chain catching the strobe lights. He’d lost count of the shots, but the music fueled him. The ladies followed—Sophia’s hips, Emily’s grace. The disco ball spun faster, and the night blurred.

As dawn approached, Alan leaned close to Sophia, his lips brushing her ear. “Sophia,” he whispered, “we’ve found the groove.”

And she nodded, her eyes reflecting the neon glow. The party pants had done their job—the city was alive, and Alan was its disco king.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Alan and His Party Pants.” The real magic lies in the music.

Alan and his party pants

Alan And His Party Pants

Doctor Yes!: Healing Beats

Part I: The Ward Pulse

In the heart of St. Mary’s Hospital, where fluorescent lights flickered and the scent of antiseptic lingered, lived a doctor named Dr. Julian “Groove” Harris. His scrubs were crisp, but his eyes held the weariness of countless night shifts. Dr. Groove was more than a physician—he was a healer who prescribed beats.

The hospital ward was his stage—a place where heart monitors beeped in rhythm, and IV drips dripped like hi-hats. But Dr. Groove had a secret—a DJ deck hidden in the supply closet. When the moon hung low, he’d slip on his headphones, step up to the turntables, and spin.

Part II: The Healing Mix

Dr. Groove’s vinyl collection was his medicine—a blend of techno, house, and drum n bass. As he mixed, the ward transformed. Patients stirred in their beds, their pain forgotten. Nurses tapped their feet, and even the grumpy janitor swayed with his mop.

One night, as the rain tapped against the window, Dr. Groove played a track—an infectious groove that defied disease. The ward came alive—Mrs. Thompson in Room 203 wiggled her toes, her fractured hip forgotten. Mr. Patel in Room 215 tapped his fingers, his pneumonia easing.

And then there was Nurse Emily, her eyes wide. She’d seen Dr. Groove’s secret—his healing sessions. She’d watched patients’ vital signs stabilize, their spirits lift. Nurse Emily whispered, “You’re not just a doctor; you’re a miracle worker.”

Part III: The Midnight Dance

One stormy night, as the clock struck midnight, Dr. Groove stepped out of the supply closet, headphones still clamped to his ears. The ward was different—the patients sat up, their IV poles swaying. The nurses formed a circle, their white shoes squeaking on the linoleum.

Dr. Groove spun—the bassline throbbed, and the ward danced. Mrs. Thompson shuffled with her walker, her eyes shining. Mr. Patel twirled, his oxygen mask flapping. Even the grumpy janitor did the robot, his mop a makeshift partner.

And then it happened—the Doctor Yes! drop. Dr. Groove unleashed a track never heard before—a fusion of healing melodies and infectious rhythms. The ward erupted, patients and nurses spinning, forgetting pain and prognosis.

Nurse Emily leaned close to Dr. Groove, her breath warm against his ear. “Doctor Yes!,” she murmured. “We’ve found the cure.”

And in that moment, Dr. Groove knew—he wasn’t just a physician. He was a conductor, weaving souls together, creating magic from vinyl and hope.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Doctor Yes!” The real magic lies in the music.

Doctor Yes!

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Circus Spokesman (feat. ZayKel) Prod. by Deekayy!

A deeply layered soundscape with both dark and light elements. Produced in Studio One Professional using Output/Arcade sound libraries triggered with my Komplete Kontrol S49 keyboard, various loops, and my guitar work on a Fender American Ultra Stratocaster, played through a Line 6 Helix processor.

Arriving on Exoplanet 124

\Credit: lyrics/vocals:denjikun(airgigs)

Lyrics:
verse 1:

i don’t know

where my life is goin

but its goin on

over and over

let me go

maybe baby baby maybe not

in a pod

nobody can see me

tell me whats going on

i want to see it clearly





CHORUS



like a hurricane

like the strongest of the storm

would you run away

or would you stay

hidden in a pod



VERSE 2



let this go

you know there is something better

that has to come

so i will be waiting

even if im alone

even if im alone.. yeah,



let me go

let me be the person

that i swore i will not

i already know what outside of here

thats why im staying so clear

so clear



CHORUS



like a hurricane

like the strongest of the storm

would you run away

or would you stay

hidden in a pod



BRIDGE



i want to say it clear

i want to say it loud

i wanna stay right here

in a pod

in a pod

in a pod

in a pod



VERSE 3



sorry for

i would never give up

but im sick and tired

im still here to

reset score

to forget what we are all dying for

can you leave mealone?

can you leave me alone?

Lil Bunnie

Diopter is a burgeoning musician blending the rich sounds of 90’s/2000’s era rock, Singer/Songwriter, and Alternative/Indie Rock. Known for a sound reminiscent of Pearl Jam, Lenny Kravitz, and Alice in Chains, Diopter's music is heavily influenced by the emotional melodies of Rush, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, and Smashing Pumpkins. While his primary career as an optometrist is winding down, Diopter is diving deep into his passion for music, committed to seeing what he can achieve in the creative realm.
Diopter's music is designed to stir emotions and inspire action. He wants his listeners to feel a sense of urgency about their dreams and to find motivation in his lyrics to make the world a better place. This emotional exploration has led to significant advancements in his latest project, where he has honed his skills in writing, recording, and production, showing a marked improvement from his earlier work.
Success for Diopter is about personal growth and the continuous honing of his musical talents. His music, characterized by straightforward rock infused with a dreamy atmosphere and impactful lyrics, is aimed at a middle-aged, predominantly male audience. These listeners appreciate the reflective and evocative nature of his songs. Motivated by the desire to leave a lasting legacy for his wife and son, Diopter continues to pursue music, aiming to create art that resonates and endures.

White Picket Fences

Diopter

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