give me your heart

“La Dolce Vita Z – Roman Nights” revives the timeless decadence of Fellini’s Rome, reimagined for nightlife. Blending lo-fi house, dream pop, and sensual R&B with cinematic orchestral textures, this album is a soundtrack to forbidden romance and luxury excess. From moonlit Vespa rides to champagne-fueled rooftop affairs, every track drips with erotic glamour and nocturnal seduction. A modern love letter to passion, chaos, and desire under the Roman moon.

Girl’s Roman Nights

Man catches woman kissing another man; he's not impressed. But now he's depressed so he writes a song to tell the world. You should listen to his sad story. :) 

Blues are Made for Bad News: Blues goes dream pop

Chove devagar no telhado da cidade,

Teu hoodie cheira a canela e ao mar.

Ficas no sofá sem pressa nem vontade,

De ir embora — deixa o mundo esperar.

Dizes “calma”, eu digo “tanto faz”;

Se é contigo, o tempo volta atrás.

Deixa ficar, devagar,

Põe o coração no modo lunar;

Fica a cantar, sem falar,

Que o teu abraço sabe explicar.

Devagar (Slowly)

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#lofi #boombap #ambient

soul sample demos! ep - mix of jazz soul & funk samples from 1970's & 1980's united states

sound design, production, mixing, & mastering via - stracct

samples are used

artwork - stracct

contact me if you are interested in using any of my beats/instrumentals for whatever reason.

how can i tell him! [stracct] [77bpm Bminor] [soundcloud exclusive]

Mama taught me silence before I could cry,
How to keep small when the thunder rolled by.
Her love came heavy, sweet and rough,
And I learned early that enough ain’t enough.
They said a girl should fade like dusk —
Soft on the eyes, quiet with trust.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
Learned how to vanish just to get through.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe, just to stay alive.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Dinner plates shining, voices tight,
I learned how to fold myself at night.
Chairs scrape slow, the air don’t move,
The rhythm of shame’s a hardened groove.
And all that weight, it don’t belong —
But I’ve been carrying it too long.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
Born in the quiet I couldn’t refuse.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe beneath the sky.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Somewhere between the ribs and spine,
Lives a whisper that won’t align.
A hollow temple, a steady beat,
A ghost that hums beneath the heat.
And I, the echo dressed in skin,
Keep on living where I’ve been.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
I shine like sorrow in the dew.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe, and the world walks by.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Invisible Girl Blues

Enoch 25

It's The Way - He Says

Spit Shine

Empires of Bones and Guilt

A spoken-word lament and lyrical rebuke of a world that sells innocence for empire. Set against the backdrop of Gaza, the song tells the story of children lost to greed, of land stolen and renamed, and of plazas built upon the graves of the forgotten. It speaks of governments and tycoons who pave over history with wealth, rewriting memory to serve ambition. But beneath the marble, the voices of the silenced rise. The lyrics mourn not just the loss of life, but the moral collapse of those who claim to lead. It is both an elegy and a prophecy, a warning that no empire built on bones and guilt can stand forever. The earth remembers. Justice does not forget.

Empire of Bones and Guilt

overthinking in tokyo

Frank Cuthbert has been writing, recording and performing his songs since the late 1970s. As a headliner of the late NYC punk scene at CBGB’s his band Dakota got signed to CBS records. He has performed in New York, Los Angeles and Nashville and Europe with artists from Talking Heads and John Cale to Tanya Tucker.

Spit Shine

Frank Cuthbert

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