Untitled playlist

Verse 1
You’re so fine
(so fine)
All mine
(all mine)
I won’t rush
(ahh ahh)
Unless you touch
(unless you touch)
If you sip
(what you sip?)
I’ve got that wine
(red red wine)
And if you’re hungry, Boy, I’ll set the table just right
(mmm yeah)

Pre-Chorus
Ooh darling don’t keep me
(waiting)
There’s a fire we could be making
(come on)
I’m talking slow jams, midnight
Candles dripping on the bedside
Girl, let’s slip in, it feels right

Chorus (Hook)
I’ma keep the lights low
(I’ma keep the lights low)
I’ma keep the lights low, boy
(I’ma keep the lights low, hopin’)
That you’re feeling what I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(tell me that you’re coming soon)

Verse 2
Velvet sheets
(velvet sheets)
Bare skin
(bare skin)
We move slow
(ahh ahh)
Where do we begin?
(where do we begin?)
Every glance
(every glance)
Turns me to flame
(turns me to flame)
I don’t want tomorrow if tonight don’t stay the same
(woohoo)

Pre-Chorus
Baby, don’t keep me
(waiting)
There’s a storm inside worth breaking
(yeah yeah)
I’m talking whispers, sweet wine
Hands tangled up  your spine
Girl, let’s lose track of time

Chorus (Hook)
I’ma keep the lights low
(I’ma keep the lights low)
I’ma keep the lights low, baby
(I’ma keep the lights low, hopin’)
That you’re feeling what I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(tell me that you’re coming soon)

Bridge
Don’t need no games, no disguise
I see forever in your eyes
Every word, every sigh
Is written straight from the heart tonight

Chorus (Hook – repeat/fade)
I’ma keep the lights low…




Keep the Lights Low

Pulse of the Night is a fun, floor-first dance track — born from memories of late-night DJ sets between 1982 and 1993, when one groove could light up the room. Blending disco-funk bass, trumpet riffs, chant vocals, and shimmering synths, it’s pure escapism: a reminder that sometimes you don’t need a reason to gather, just a beat worth following.

Verse 1
Step into the glow, a spark in your stare
Every heartbeat’s loud, nothing else compares


Take my hand, don’t hold it back
Spin with me, no turning track
We’re alive in the rhythm of the night


[Hook phrase + chant backing]
Pulse of the night, moving side to side
Let the sound lift us high, burning in our mind
Pulse of the night, never asking why
We just move (Move)


[Vocal chop “Oh-oh, the night” in rotating Atmos motion]
[Trumpet riff L/R, synth stab unison rear-top]


Heat across the floor, colors start to rise
Every shadow fades when I see your eyes

Fingers interlace, bodies find their way
In this rhythm, there is only us

Only us (us) tonight (tonight)


“Turn it up, don’t slow it down…”
[Snare build → big drop back to chorus]


Pulse of the night, moving side to side
Let the music guide us (hhheeeey)
Pulse of the night, never asking why
We just dance until the light, chasing through the night


[Trumpet solo rear-left + synth pad fade rear-top]
[Percussion loop fades into silence]
[Last whispered line center:]
“This rhythm never fades…”




Pulse of the night

Inspired by the wild 1985 case where John Fogerty was sued for sounding like himself. I’d just had one of my own tracks flagged as a “cover” when it wasn’t — so this satirical swamp-rock tune was born. Brotherhood, betrayal, and a courtroom blues where the only crime is being yourself.

👉 Listen, laugh, and wonder: can you copyright a heartbeat?

Verse 1
We were saints in the spotlight, brothers in sound,
Rolling on a river till the tide turned around.
Bad moon rising on the edge of our fame,
One voice, one fire, one shared name.

Verse 2
But contracts cut deeper than blood ever could,
Paper and profit tore through brotherhood.
Said my echo was theft of the man I’d been,
Like an old man down the road come walking again.

Chorus
I plagiarized the man I used to be,
Sold myself the rights to my own melody.
You can jail my shadow, but you can’t own me,
If it’s a crime to be myself, throw away the key.

Verse 3
The jury leaned forward, pens scratching my fate,
Lawyers argued rhythm at a furious rate.
The judge tapped the gavel, said, “Sing us a line —
Have you ever seen the rain, and swear it is mine?”

Bridge
Can you copyright a heartbeat?
Can you trademark the sky?
If a song runs through the jungle,
Does the spirit still fly?

Verse 4
Now the spotlight is smaller, but it still burns true,
No label, no jury can tell me what to do.
The past keeps on echoing, but I walk my own run,
Still a fortunate son with the same old song.

Chorus
I plagiarized the man I used to be,
Sold myself the rights to my own melody.
You can jail my shadow, but you can’t own me,
If it’s a crime to be myself, throw away the key.


