“Come Back to Me”

> “Come Back to Me” is a heartfelt pop anthem that blends nostalgic tenderness with a modern, danceable beat. Set against the backdrop of a lonely city night, the song captures the voice of someone pleading for a love that slipped away — but never left their soul.

With emotional vocals, a hypnotic rhythm, and lyrics that echo the silence after goodbye, this track invites you to dance while feeling every word.

It's not just a song — it’s a memory set to music.

🎙️ Vocals & Lyrics: Scotton Production, by Rogerio Scotton, professional Race Car Driver. voice modify by AI. 
🎹 Produced with AI-enhanced emotional arrangement
🌆 Inspired by the neon nights of SoHo, New York

💔 For anyone who ever loved too deeply… and still hopes.

Add it to your playlist, share with someone you miss, and let the beat carry your heart.

🎵 “Come Back to Me”

Falling back to you

Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Lowground Gospel (2)

Il y aura des "je t'aime",
Gravés sur les bancs,
Des inconnus qui s’enlacent,
Des amoureux qui s'embrassent.

Il y aura des visages
Des photos épinglées,
Il y aura des gens partout,
Autour et entre nous.

Mais ça ne sera plus, non,
Ca n'sera plus jamais nous.

Nous...

Il y aura nos étoiles,
Sur ces corps endormis,
Il y aura des matins calmes,
Et des jours agités.

Il y aura des visages,
Il y aura nos images,
Et le monde qui s'agite,
partout autour de nous.

Mais ça n'sera plus, non,
Plus jamais toi et moi..
ça ne sera plus jamais nous

Nous...

Il y aura des regards,
Il y aura des sourires,
Des amoureux transis,

Mais ça n'sera plus nous, non,
plus jamais nous, non,
Plus jamais toi et moi

Nous c'était une fois
Nous c'était juste une fois


Maintenant ou jamais !!

Après Nous (Acoustic version)

Can't Move On

Al cuore del brano c’è l’affermazione paradossale che amore e paura coesistono.
Non si tratta di una dolce canzone d’amore; parla invece del terrore della vulnerabilità, del pericolo dell’intimità e del caos che una vera connessione emotiva può portare.
Le voci alternate, le immagini mutevoli e il tono accusatorio contribuiscono a una narrazione non di armonia, ma di un confronto tanto bello quanto terribile.
Non è l’amore come unità, ma l’amore come trasformazione attraverso la paura.

Ti faccio paura vero?


This song is about deep ancestral memory.  The hum of humanity before history was written. 

It channels the lost world of Doggerland and the Happisburgh footprints, imagining our Mesolithic ancestors as ghostly teachers who left no tombs, no kings, no creeds. Just tools, fire, rhythm, and a way of moving through the world.

It’s about the continuity between them and you: how their songs are still inside, deep within your marrow. 
How their dances are in your instincts, how the landscape itself remembers them. 

At its core, this is a love letter to the unnamed, unremembered people who taught humanity how to be.

[Lyrics]

[Intro]
The sea took the map.
But the rhythm stayed.
The cliffs forgot their edges,
But we still walk sideways.

[Verse 1]
Hollow bone, red flint grin,
We drew suns on mammoth skin.
Laughed in fog, named no stars,
But knew which beasts carried gods in their scars.

Footprints fade, but not the dance.
We moved like reeds in death’s romance.
Teeth in the trees. Fire in the floods.
Crabs read our future in salted bloods.

[Chorus]
We don’t write songs, we leak them.
In marrow. In mist. In eel-light rhythm.
The sea sings backwards in Dogger tongue,
And you, little spark, still hum what we’ve sung.
(We were here. We are here. Shhh.)

[Verse 2]
Weapons made of antler bloom,
Tools that dreamt before the loom.
Lion sleep in fox-hole grin,
Happisburgh held the ache within.

You think you're new?
You think you built?
We taught the stone to split the silt.
A blade is a memory.
So is a cliff.
We die sideways, and still we shift.

[Bridge]

This land is a lung.
It breathes in gulls and spits out gods.
Step soft the ghosts are barefoot.

[Final Chorus]

We left no crown.
We left no creed.
We gave you the rhythm,
You called it need.

No tombs.
No names.
Just tools.
Just flames.

And a lighthouse built on our hum.

[Outro ]
The cliff falls.
The hum stays.
So will you.

copyright ©️ Dendritedisco [Laura Keablr] [2025] all rights reserved.

We Drew Suns.

Love What You Can (Country)

Outside

The song tells the emotional story of a parent reflecting on the passage of time and the quiet aftermath of a once-busy household. It begins with scenes from daily family life—morning routines, laughter, and love—then shifts to memories of chaos, sleepless nights, and shared struggles. As the children grow and leave, the home becomes silent and hollow, filled with echoes of what once was. The narrator grapples with loneliness, loss, and the haunting presence of love that now exists only in memory. Through poetic verses and a subdued, atmospheric arrangement, the song captures the ache of transition and the quiet resilience of learning to live alone.


© 2025 MoBest. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics, composition, and artwork by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf.  
Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or performance of this work is prohibited.  




Ghostlight (Empty Rooms Cover)

Dedicated to everyone that has lost someone that they love deeply...

🎸 Ghost in My Pulse (Acoustic Version)

Verse 1
She left mid-sentence,
no warning, no sound.
Now I sit with the silence,
and it’s louder than the crowd.
I replay her laughter
in the chords I strum—
but the echo’s fading,
and my hands feel numb.

Chorus
She’s a ghost in my pulse,
a shadow in my song.
I sing to remember,
but she’s been gone too long.
No closure, no trace,
just rhythm and regret—
I dance with her memory,
but she’s not dancing yet.

Verse 2
I built a temple
from our midnight texts.
Lit candles in the verses,
but they won’t resurrect.
My angel, uko wapi?
I whisper to the wind—
but the breeze just answers
with where love ends.

Bridge
I’m not angry,
just hollow and slow.
She’s the silence
in every note I throw.

Outro
She’s not coming back,
but I still play her name.
Ghost in my pulse—
and I’m still in the game.


Ghost in my Pulse

Ghost in My Pulse (Acoustic Version)

ChillYourLife is a global music label built on the belief that music has no boundaries. We embrace every genre, every rhythm, and every culture, creating a platform where diverse artists can share their sounds with the world. Whether it’s the deep pulse of Afro House, the electrifying energy of EDM, the raw soul of hip-hop, or the timeless beauty of acoustic melodies, we celebrate all forms of musical expression.

Our mission is to break barriers and connect people through sound. We work with visionary artists, producers, and storytellers who push the limits of creativity, blending genres and cultures into something fresh and unforgettable. From chart-topping anthems to underground gems, our label is a home for every beat that moves the heart.

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