Wrapped Up In Your Arms

#electronic #altfolk #alternativefolk #altindie #electro

Lyrics:

They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not
I wanna believe 
But you have me in a fucking knot
You take me off
When my need is you
I wanna believe 
Do what can I really do? 

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 
Could when I give a shit
Nothing matters now
Nothing matters now

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 
Could when I give a shit
Nothing matters now

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 

Creepo pervs ooze from the edges
While i try to make myself known
Send me DMs that are too fucking cringe
Trying to make me push send
One asked me to be his sugar baby
Like I’m candy for his taking
Chew this you shithead 
My boyfriends dead

I’ve been on the street
Scared to walk alone
They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not as if you know
I wanna believe them
But you have me in a knot
You take me off
When my need is only you

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 
Could when I give a shit
Nothing matters now
Nothing matters now

Could give a shit
Nothing matters now

Lalalalala hahahaha
Yeah we know you lie
Yeah we know I don’t care 

They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not
I wanna believe 
But you have me in a fucking knot
You take me off
When my need is you
You fucking died so now what do I do?..

They tell me I’m strong
You tell me I’m not
I wanna believe 
But you have me in a fucking knot
You take me off
When my need is you
You fucking died so now what do I do?..

[fade out]

i'm in a knot

On this note gone take a short break to focus on other projects but will be back with some more whiskey soaked outlaw country.
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Verse 1
There’s a hollow-necked guitar where your picture used to be,
Its strings ring black-powder blues in a one-man jamboree.
Your perfume’s long departed, but the ache keeps carryin’ on—
So I hunt another answer to why the whiskey’s always gone.

Chorus
Why’s the whiskey always gone, burnin’ hotter than the sun?
It buys me ten-cent miracles, then it leaves me come-undone.
Every sip’s a short-lived pardon, every dawn a loaded gun—
But the question keeps on ridin’: why’s the whiskey always gone?

Verse 2
Payday at the roadside mart—slide my wages ‘cross the wood,
The clerk don’t sell redemption, but he swears this batch is good.
Your mercy’s locked in heaven, behind some door I can’t outrun,
So I settle debts with devil rye, still wonderin’ where it’s gone.

Chorus
Why’s the whiskey always gone, burnin’ hotter than the sun?
It buys me ten-cent miracles, then it leaves me come-undone.
Every sip’s a short-lived pardon, every dawn a loaded gun—
But the question keeps on ridin’: why’s the whiskey always gone?

Verse 3
When they lay my boots in hickory dirt and the jukebox lights go black,
They’ll say I chased a phantom trail and never made it back.
Carve this on the headstone so the truth rolls on and on:
“He traded love for brown regret, still askin’ where it’s gone.”

Chorus
Why’s the whiskey always gone, burnin’ hotter than the sun?
It buys me ten-cent miracles, then it leaves me come-undone.
Every sip’s a short-lived pardon, every dawn a loaded gun—
But the question keeps on ridin’: why’s the whiskey always gone?

Gone Before the Sunrise Hits

EDM dance mix
Lyrics by Sas Song by Joy

-Tender Love Care 

[Verse]
Give me some tender love
Some care (oh yeah)
All night
All night
I'm right there
Feel the rhythm
Feel the heat
Dancing hearts
The night’s complete

[Chorus]
Tender love
Care
Oh baby
It's rare
Need you
Want you
Everywhere (everywhere)
Making love to you
So divine (so divine)
You were heaven sent—be mine
Be mine

[Verse 2]
Moonlight’s dripping
Feel the glow
Your touch ignites
It steals the show
Heartbeat pounding
Can't resist
Every moment
Purest bliss

[Chorus]
Tender love
Care
Oh baby
It's rare
Need you
Want you
Everywhere (everywhere)
Making love to you
So divine (so divine)
You were heaven sent—be mine
Be mine

[Bridge]
Ooh
Yeah
Can’t let you go
Your love’s the fire
Feel the flow
Take me higher
Lose control
Baby
You complete my soul

[Chorus]
Tender love
Care
Oh baby
It's rare
Need you
Want you
Everywhere (everywhere)
Making love to you
So divine (so divine)
You were heaven sent—be mine
Be mine

Tender_Love_Care

Embarrassment Saved Me

I was watching an episode of Cowboy Bebop and were inspired by the futuristic cities and their nightscapes.  a Part of me wanted to capture the feeling of looking for someone loved, and the undying need to never let them go until time itself would lie down and be still.  a Little part of that was for me too I guess..    Until we meet again she said..  Spike watched her walk away as the neon lights hummed like a restless dream he couldn't wake up from, and the sidewalk kept whispering her name, like an endless scream...   

Copyright 2025 GRR/ Nat Daniels
Written performed and Produced - N Daniels

Until the world stops turning 

[Verse]
Neon hums like a restless dream
Sidewalk whispers in this endless scream
Your shadow fades into a blur
The city pulses like thunder

Every echo feels like you
Every corner hides a clue

[Chorus]
I’m tracing footsteps
Chasing time I see you
On every face that passes by
And I'll keep looking 
Until the world stops turning
Until we make it right 

[Verse 2]
This Wind hits hard
It cuts through my coat
Your name’s a song I barely wrote
Streets point each way but never say
Where to find the ghost of yesterday

Every skyline burns your name
Every heartbeat feels the same

[Chorus]
I’m tracing footsteps
Chasing time I see you
On every face that passes by
And I'll keep looking 
Until the world stops turning
Until we make it right

Until the world stops turning

This ain’t my case, but it holds my song
The one I’m writing to right the wrong
I left my guitar in a pawnshop downtown
Traded six strings for a bottle and a breakdown
Said I’d be back in a week or two
But the truth is, I never knew
Now I’m playing borrowed wood and steel
Trying to remember how to feel
The neck’s too wide, the tone’s too thin
But I still hear her voice within
So I’m singing this tune to buy it back
The one I lost when I lost track
Of who I was and what I meant
Of every dollar, every cent
This borrowed case, this borrowed sound
Is holding me until I’m found
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember my name...get me back in the... game
She said, “You write like you’re bleeding slow”
I said, “That’s the only way I know”
She kissed my hand, then closed the door
And I wrote her name into the score
Now I play for tips and second looks
For coffee cups and worn-out books
But every chord I bend and break
Is one more step I get to take
So I’m singing this tune to buy it back
The one I lost when I lost track
Of who I was and what I meant
Of every dollar, every cent
This borrowed case, this borrowed sound
Is holding me until I’m found
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember my name...get me back in the... game
I remember the day I let it go
The clerk said, “Man, you sure you know?”
I said, “It’s just wood, it’s just wire”
But I felt the burn of funeral fire
Now I dream in minor keys
Of open mics and memories
And every song I write tonight
Is one more chance to make it right
So I’m singing this tune to buy it back
The one I lost when I lost track
Of who I was and what I meant
Of every dollar, every cent
This borrowed case, this borrowed sound
Is holding me until I’m found
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember my name...get me back in the... game
This ain’t my case, but it holds my song
And maybe that’s where I belong
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember again

Borrowed Case (Buy It Back Ballad)

This is about the life of the artist, Eduardo Paolozzi, and about using experiences to inform the creation of art.

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Such a lot to think about 
When your family is
Pulled down under the waves
That crash
Around the sunken ship
That was trying to take you back home

The sea we used to gaze upon
From the family shop that sold ice cream
To kids, they were on their holidays
Before they went back home

Close your eyes
And you can go right back there

What do you see?
Eduardo draws it carefully
The fisherman and his wife
Are calling
They want to help you get back home
Before it’s too late

Melt down those memories
Make something new
For a station
By a building

It’s 100 ft tall
It towers above

Melt down those memories
A ritual forgot
Sculpted anew
Just like the wave
That swept your family away

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Credits:
Vocals by Lyv (https://linktree.com/lyveriana)
Guitar by Gabb (https://www.fiverr.com/gabb_matos)

Song for Eduardo

New Version of a song that I wrote in 2015

WELL, THE POSSUM, HE IS GONE
THE MAN IN BLACK, IS GONE TO
OLD NUMBER ONE IS GONE
THE HAG IS GONE TO

SHOTGUN WILLIE IS STILL AROUND
HE'S MISSIN' OLD NUMBER ONE
COUNTRY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
WHO'S GONNA TAKE THE BLAME

WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME
WHEN COUNTRY WAS MIGHTY FINE
DOWN HOME STORYTELLIN'
AND FINE FIDDLE PLAYIN'
THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE
YEA, THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE

MY DADDY LISTENED TO OLD HANK
PLAYED HIS TUNES ON HIS HARP
I CAN STILL HEAR HIM PLAYIN'
HEY GOOD LOOKIN' WHAT'S YOU GOT COOKIN'

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
OLD COUNTRY WILL BE BACK AROUND
NEW GENERATIONS WILL WONDER WHY
IF WE LET TRADITIONAL COUNTRY DIE

WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME
WHEN COUNTRY WAS MIGHTY FINE
DOWN HOME STORYTELLIN'
AND FINE FIDDLE PLAYIN'
THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE
YEA, THEM DAY'S ARE LONG GONE

(REPEAT VERSE 3, 4 AND CHORUS)


2015 © Lyrics by Tony Harris

Them Days Are Long Gone (New Version) - Lyrics by Tony Harris

Be who you want to be. Life s full of chances, take one and take a stand 


Why chase a spark when you can light a flame
Why play it safe when wild’s the name of the game
A paper boat won't sail the sea
Dream bigger than the sky
Why not be free

They say too high
Too far
Too bold
But diamonds come from pressure
Not from gold

Why settle for less .mp3

Pop / electronic / indie — Track 2 of 8 from VICE by Nova J. Full album streaming now.

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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ through the Case Mountain woodlands
Cravin’ a companion to ease my pain
I pulled favors to find you, man
Now I’m chasin’ you down again

[Verse 2]
Thank you for keeping me warm, and
Thank you for this nutmeg night
There may be hell in the morning
But tonight I’m feeling alright, yeah

[Chorus]
So bring it on, bring it on, Adele
Bring it on, baby, I’m begging you
Bring it on, bring it on, my belle
Time to shake off these winter blues

[Chorus 2]
Yeah, I need you to bring it on, bring it on, Adele
I need you to bring it on, bring it on, Adele
I need you to bring it on, bring it on, Adele

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Outro]
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, Adele
Bring it, bring it on, I’m begging you
Bring it, bring it on, my belle
Bring it, bring it on, I’m begging you
Bring it on, bring it on, Adele
Time to shake off these winter blues

ADELE — Track 2 of 8 from VICE by Nova J

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Borrowed Case (Buy It Back Ballad)

Edwin Balder