Эта песня зазвучала совсем по другому, благодаря композитору Александру Быковскому. Так получилось, что римейк вышел раньше оригинала, над которым ещё не закончена работа.

This song sounds completely different, things to composer Alexander Bykovsky. It so happened that the remake was released before the original, which was not yet finished.

Лето

Лето / Summer (remake)

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Vedran - The Letter Unsent

Once In A Lifetime (Blue Eyes)

Ce morceau est un hommage à un parent décédé, ancien résistant et engagé jusqu'à la fin. Il disait souvent... "ainsi va la vie"

06- ainsi va la vie - live

"the innocent" is a poignant acoustic ballad that delves into the raw emotions of two people ending a relationship and coming to terms with moving forward separately. With gentle acoustic guitar picking and heartfelt vocals, the song captures the bittersweet essence of saying goodbye to someone who was once everything. The lyrics paint a picture of memories fading like echoes in an empty room, as both individuals grapple with the pain of letting go and finding closure. It's a soulful reflection on the inevitability of change and the courage it takes to embrace a new beginning. This song is perfect for anyone who has experienced the ache of farewell and the hope of starting anew.

@exposing.toxicc - the innocent (p. Jacob Vallen x Expose Toxicc)

Sort of an odd current events vocal around some conversations on Twitter/X

knowyourmeme says of the Breakfast Question or Breakfast Test:

"The Breakfast Question or How Would You Have Felt If You Hadn't Eaten Breakfast? is a bait question and a counterfactual conditional that references a 4chan story of a grad student who allegedly performed IQ research on convicts at San Quentin State Prison. During the research, individuals with low IQ struggled to simulate the hypothetical situation in their minds, instead answering that they did have breakfast. Online, the question has been used in internet arguments as a conspicuous way to indicate that one's opponent is unintelligent, while the posts have often been referenced in memes."

lyrics:

If you overuse an em-dash
Does it make you an elocutionary punctuationist

The goodly man didn't set out to besmirch 
The devices of deep research
But while he was searching for a solution
He walked a subtly distorted hall of mirrors
Wading through epistemic pollution

They warned him in the olden times
Before you get to rolling in the hay
The more helpless the animal she identifies with is, 
The more evil she is by the way

Long after the mome raths outgribe
The fellow emerged from his gooncave
And happened upon the fate's scribe
He wavered like a legless tree
Propped up by her inosculation
Long after the stars did prevaricate
A man from his lair did elevate  

To the dehibernating engineer with the big brain
The fortune teller said while popping the kettle
I don't mean to cause you undue distress
Or general feelings of dread
Unfortunately when the dust settles
You will be arcane
But you will be powerless  

There hasn't lately been effusive gore
Because we're still in the phony war  

She was one of those chicks
Who said I lied I don't have Netflix
She said she was at the end of her rope
Battling appointments from a communist pope
And when she really had me at her mercy
She opened the car door and said
Get in loser we're going to restart the investiture controversy  

Squinting her eyes at the horizon as if trying to see
She capered like a bird before an earthquake
Waiting for the first sounds of the iron catastrophe  

As she drove her paramour in the back seat
Was slumming and chewing the cud and furrowing his brow
He went on to relate
There's an awful lot of endogenous FUD right now
I don't know much about the occult astronomy
But the distribution is shifting
It's the kurtosis economy
Not to get excessively knobbly
I just mean potential for an escalation in instability
In a system that seems like it's already wobbly  

Hey babe i don't mean to be a grimsy
But how much cyproheptadine do I need to take
To completely eliminate my boyish whimsy  

And like hobbits, in the shadow's gloom
Yearning for another bite to consume
We seek the steadiness that's now entombed
In an epoch where darkness might assume  

To gauge the dawn with morning's bite
Throwing shade on our sanctuaries
Beneath the reign of he who was once king
A toss of fate, a sign to bring
A whisper of a bygone era's ring
Where woke destiny's whims do cling

Yet the economy, with its cryptic wile
Plays its game, a trickster's style
Not bound by ancient laws, but by vibe's guile
In a dance of mystery, it does beguile 

We stand, we watch, in this modern murk
For the roll of dice, the next big lurk
And query, with wisdom old and bold
If a second breakfast might the truth unroll
A sudden clarity, a meal's theophany
A veritable crepuscular epiphany

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SebēšEšrā

What About Second-Breakfast Test?

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To the Floor

WOULD YOU?

It's a long drive to Kentucky  
And the signs you can read above you say
"Wrong way home"

You try to focus on the greenery
While the green, mean mile markers scream
"Turn a-round"
"Turn a-round"

In the slow-ass traffic patterns
Oh, the road work doesn't matter
on I-sixty four
            
I can see you now in the construction zones
While yelling to the traffic cones
"We both know"
"We both know"

That this thing here between us
We gotta keep it whole as the asphalt erodes
That this thing here between us
Doesn't need to involve all these goddamn roads
Goddamn roads
Goddamn roads

You may be in West Virginia
But you still have to avoid the drivers of
O--hi-o

This road goes on for miles
And you don't want what's at the end of that
Long white line
Long white line

So park it, dear
Get your head clear and turn around
I need you here
Put that thing high gear and gain some ground               
I'll pay the ticket babe     
Just give those green mile markers one last wave
‘Cause we know!

That this thing here between us
We gotta keep it whole as the asphalt erodes
That this thing here between us
Doesn't need to involve all these goddamn roads
Yes, this thing here between us
We gotta keep it whole as the asphalt erodes
Darling, this thing here between us
Doesn't need to involve all these goddamn roads
Goddamn roads
Goddamn roads

It's a long drive to Kentucky 
And the signs you can read above you say
"Wrong way home"

Green Mile Markers

🔻 Song Insight
What’s Left To Love captures the moment when devotion collapses into disillusionment. It’s a stripped confessional where love’s ruin becomes a quiet reckoning—one voice, one 12-string guitar, and the echo of what used to matter. Every breath feels recorded from inches away, like an afterthought whispered into an empty room. The song wrestles with identity and worth after betrayal, blurring the line between what’s real and what was performed.

🔻 Lyrics

Intro:
Distant reverb, low-end hum, soft reverse piano swells.

Verse 1:
What I had, you’d take—
It’s not what you say,
It’s in my pain,
Your praise to your fame.

Interlude:
12-string acoustic in open Dm; faint room echo; breath in mic; minimal hum bleed.

Bridge:
Dying by your hands,
Fighting to be free,
Nothing inside,
No longer me.

Pre-Chorus:
I wanted you to care,
My insides you tare.

Chorus:
Left me to my own,
You saw my bones,
Tighten this noose,
No longer I was of use.

Verse 2:
You pull at my flesh,
I hand you what’s left,
You spit in my eye,
As blood soaked your lies.

Refrain:
You left your name inside my scars.

Chorus:
Hate me—the parts I lost,
Hate you—what was us,
Broken—what was inside,
Taken—hope that died.

Interlude:
Same 12-string pattern, slower; ambient mic hum; distant heartbeat rhythm.

Verse 3:
You stole the one thing I’d known,
Parts that made me real,
My heart that bleeds,
A reason to feel.

Bridge:
I looked for you in your eyes,
Nothing looking back,
Blank memories is all I’d see.

Pre-Chorus:
I wanted you to care,
My insides you tare.

Chorus:
You pull at my flesh,
Handed you what’s left,
You spit in my eye,
As blood soaked your lies.

Refrain (fading):
Your voice still breathes inside my scars.

Outro:
The cost of gold—you’ll never know,
The pain—you’d never feel,
It’s lost on you, this screenplay,
Full of what’s left to lose.

Refrain:
The cost of pain lost on you,
Lost on you,
Lost on you.

🔻 Personal Reflection
There’s a point where you stop fighting to be understood and start singing to survive. What’s Left To Love came from that edge—the silence after everything breaks. I wanted to capture the moment the performance ends, when all the noise falls away and you realize you’ve been playing your part in someone else’s story.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
This track represents 4Me2BeFree’s dedication to vulnerability over perfection. It blurs the line between confessional art and cinematic intimacy—songs built from truth, recorded in emotional close-up. What’s Left To Love is the sound of rediscovery, where pain transforms into presence and raw honesty replaces production gloss.

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What’s Left To Love

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