Willkommen zu "People in Europe"!  Dieser Song vereint Stimmen aus ganz Europa mit einer Botschaft der Hoffnung und Einheit. / Welcome to "People in Europe"!  This song unites voices from across Europe with a message of hope and unity. / ¡Bienvenidos a "People in Europe"!  Esta canción une voces de toda Europa con un mensaje de esperanza y unidad. / Добро пожаловать к "People in Europe"!  Эта песня объединяет голоса из всей Европы с посланием надежды и единства. / Ласкаво просимо до "People in Europe"!  Ця пісня об’єднує голоси з усієї Європи з посланням надії та єдності.
Erlebe eine Reise durch unsere Kulturen, inspiriert von der Kraft, zusammen zu stehen. Veröffentlicht am 18. Juni 2025 um 20:16 Uhr CEST. Hört zu und lasst uns eins sein! / Experience a journey through our cultures, inspired by the power of standing together. Released on June 18, 2025 at 8:16 PM CEST. Listen and let’s be one! / Vive un viaje a través de nuestras culturas, inspirado en el poder de estar juntos. Publicado el 18 de junio de 2025 a las 20:16 CEST. ¡Escucha y seamos uno! / Проживи путешествие через наши культуры, вдохновлённое силой стоять вместе. Выпущено 18 июня 2025 в 20:16 CEST. Слушай и давай будем едины! / Проживи подорож через наші культури, натхненне силою стояти разом. Випущено 18 червня 2025 о 20:16 CEST. Слухай і давай будемо єдиними!

Europe  Electro Ballade - Patrtick Levien KI Projekt

O Death



https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=_6S491-6RbU&feature=shared


https://open.spotify.com/album/31PVoD1Uhav6qNRdgF6qJe?si=YMo0u84TSI6PpsQZumlSWQ



https://music.apple.com/us/song/piano-piano/1827598683


https://music.amazon.it/albums/B0FHW5N9S1?marketplaceId=APJ6JRA9NG5V4&musicTerritory=IT&ref=dm_sh_yDNF8wZyTYkUPzvJDdvFICLlO&trackAsin=B0FHW7D31B



Piano Piano.mp3

Tear me Down

The Gospel of a Ghost
A soul resurrection in three acts.

This is not a breakup song — it’s a reckoning. A woman erased by love sings herself back into existence. From a haunted whisper to a gospel roar, this track journeys through intimacy, defiance, and sacred fire.
Recorded like a lost field tape: warm, analog, and unfiltered. Every breath, every creak, every cry matters.
The ghost doesn’t haunt the house — she becomes the cathedral.

The Gospel of a Ghost

[Verse 1]
This house don't know my name no more
His coat still hanging by the door
But the mirror don’t reflect my face —
Just lipstick ghosts and empty space

[Verse 2]
He took his keys, took his rage,
Left my voice on the torn-out page
Now silence wears my wedding ring
And memory don’t mean a thing

[Pre-Chorus] 
I lit the candles for who I was
But the flame just whispered “because…”

[Chorus]
But I got my name on my own tongue
Burned it back into my lungs
I ain't his echo, ain't his ghost
I'm the gospel that hurts the most
Hallelujah in the static now
He left me hollow, I came out loud
Say it slow, say it right:
I rise alone tonight

[Verse 3]
The floor still creaks like it knows my sin
The bed remembers the shape we were in
But I changed the locks, repainted the shame
And left his shadow calling my name

[Pre-Chorus] 
I ain't no afterthought, no sigh
I’m the hymn he never tried

[Final Chorus] 
I got my name on my own tongue
Sung it raw, sung it young
I ain't no whisper, ain't no ghost
I’m the gospel he fears the most
Hallelujah in the static scream
This ain’t revenge — it’s self-esteem
Say it loud, say it right:
I am the flame. I am the night.

[Outro] 
This silence is mine.
And I sing it true.

The Gospel of a Ghost

🎵 He’s a strong jawbone, loner cowboy- (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent )🌟

❤️ A song about my actual brother Guy who, now lives in Fance - 'out of town'. The words say it all. He's a 'strong jawbone loner cowboy' (allowing for a bit of poetic license!). 

A much-loved song in the country genre. Celebrate the bond of brotherhood with "He’s a strong jawbone, loner cowboy" by Brady Kent, a heartfelt indie track that delves into the special connection shared between siblings. 

With its evocative lyrics and soulful melody, this song is a touching tribute to family, memories, and the unbreakable ties that define our relationships.
 
The official lyric video combines stunning visuals with Brady Kent’s emotive storytelling, creating a powerful experience that will resonate with anyone who cherishes their loved ones. Whether it’s about honouring a sibling or reflecting on family moments, "He’s a strong jawbone, loner cowboy" will strike a chord and stay with you long after the music ends.

Does your brother live nearby ?

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He’s a strong jawbone, loner cowboy

Take me Away

ta ta ta
doo doo doo
sha sha sha
boom boom pow
uhhuh uh uh
why… why… why…

yo yo yo
emm emm em
na na na
la la la
yea yea yea
why… why… why…

ohohohoh
ta ta ta
ts ts ts
lolo-bang-lolo
powpowpow
why… why… why…

scat scat pow
ta ta boom
doo doo ts
yo yo bang
uh uh lolo
You know why… You know why…

doo doo doo
uhhuh uh uh
sha sha sha
yo yo yo
boom boom pow
why… why… why…

la la la
na na na
emm emm em
yea yea yea
ta ta ta
why… why… why…

ts ts ts
lolo-bang-lolo
yo yo yo
uhhuh uh uh
powpowpow
why… why… why…

scat scat pow
ta ta boom
doo doo ts
yo yo bang
uh uh lolo
You know why… You know why…

bap bap bap
zoo zoo zaa
tik tik tak
rum rum rah
kee kee koo
vow vow vuh
nah nah neh
chik chik chow
grr grr gah
fah fah fee
rip rip roo
skrr skrr skaa
whoo whoo wah
why… you know why…
why… you know why…

scat scat pow
ta ta boom
doo doo ts
yo yo bang
uh uh lolo
You know why… You know why…

bap bap bap
zoo zoo zaa
tik tik tak
rum rum rah
kee kee koo
vow vow vuh
nah nah neh
chik chik chow
grr grr gah
fah fah fee
rip rip roo
skrr skrr skaa
whoo whoo wah
why… you know why…
why… you know why…

all rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder 

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Why...Why... by Spumoni

Kiss Me in the Dark


[Verse 1]
Shadows tracing on the wall,
your breath’s the only sound I call.
Fingers write across my skin,
a secret language born of sin.

[Pre-Chorus]
No eyes, no lies, just touch and spark,
baby, pull me deeper into the dark.

[Chorus]
Kiss me in the dark,
where no one sees the fire start.
Lips like velvet, burnin’ slow,
a place where only we can go.
Kiss me in the dark…
let the night forget who we are.

[Verse 2]
Every heartbeat, heavy, near,
your silence louder than I hear.
The scent of fire clings to you,
like shadows kiss the midnight blue.

[Pre-Chorus]
No truth, no proof, just skin on skin,
baby, let the night forgive our sin.

[Chorus]
Kiss me in the dark,
where no one sees the fire start.
Lips like velvet, burnin’ slow,
a place where only we can go.
Kiss me in the dark…
let the night forget who we are.

[Bridge]
Heat like incense on my skin,
burn me slow, then breathe me in.
Every whisper lights a flame,
say my sin, but not my name…

[Final Chorus]
Kiss me in the dark,
make the shadows fall apart.
Take me where the sinners go,
hold me till the night says no.
Kiss me in the dark…
let the night forget who we are.

Kiss Me in the Dark

hiii something i wrote at the beach i love hope you like it!! I posted this on youtube but filled in some parts i missed!!!!

hotel over (live)

#songwriter #woman #lost #searching #acoustic #womansongwriter 

Lyrics:
Where is my heart
Taking me now
Across an empty desert
Into an abandoned house
Endless rooms
Empty halls
cries of joy
sobs of pain

Where is my heart
Taking me now? (Taking me now!)

Lost in a dream…
I wish I was.
But instead…
I am trapped in this cage.
They called it life.
I call it imposed.
I wish I could leave 
But where would I go?
(Where would I go?)

Where is my soul
Leading me now?
Across a vacant highway
Into an empty hole
Dark recesses 
Endless space 
Screams of fear
Gasps of life

Where is my soul
Leading me now? (Leaving me now?)

Lost in a dream
I wish I was
But instead
I am trapped in this cage (trapped)
They call it life
I call it imposed 
I wish I could leave 
But where would I go?
(Where do I go?)

Where is my body
Pressing me now?
Against another human
Changing me again, again 
Formless mind
Empty soul
Voiceless pleas
End of life

Where is my body
Pressing me now? (Changing me now?)

Lost in a dream
I wish I was
But instead
I am trapped in this cage
They call it life
I call it imposed 
I wish I could leave 
But where would I go?
Where would I go
Where would I go?

but where would i go?

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

Why...Why... by Spumoni

Edwin Balder