Лепс

Елена Ваенга - Марихуанная


So proud, so blind…
History repeats every time.
They hold their signs that say “protect the kids,”
but the names in the files don’t fit their script.
Courtroom shadows, sealed in ink,
Trump and Epstein — closer than they think.
Before the crown, before the stage,
documents screaming from another age.
But they burn their books about whos in love,
while a predator’s praised like he’s sent from above.


Truth is a mirror they smashed on the floor,
shards of the victims they choose to ignore.


Where is your humanity?
Buried with your flags and vanity.
You preach of saving innocence,
while worshipping a man without defense.
Children under rubble scream — you look away,
lost with him, you’ve lost your way.


So proud to be American, so proud to stand tall,
but history’s a graveyard — we never learn at all.
How many times on the wrong side of truth,
rewrite the pages,  lying to our youth
now you scream about a murdered rich man,
But stay silent when children are slaughtered in the sand
They rage at the noise of a mouth they can’t control,Genocide dressed up in neon lights, we can build bridges with the power we hold,
but instead sell the future for casinos of gold.


Where is your humanity?
You traded it for false security.
You ask why the world burns with hate,
while you’re feeding the fire you helped create.
Following him, you march in decay,
lost with him, you’ve lost your way.


you better bow down 
kiss the ring of your pedophile .....
NEVER I'D RATHER FUCKEN DIE


How many children must bleed in the sand?
How many graves will you dig with your hands?
You let Israel drag us down with them ,
a genocide masked as a means to an end.
Trump fails upward, the empire pays,
golf courses built where the ashes blaze.
So proud to be righteous, so proud to be free,
but the truth is a wound you refuse to see.


Where is your humanity?
Not in the bombs, not in the greed.
We had the power to heal the earth,
but sold it all for a tyrant’s worth.
Children cry and the echoes stay,
lost with him, you’ve lost your way.


So proud, so blind…
History repeats every time.
The cliff is near, the ground will give —
but still you follow him.

WHERE IS YOUR HUMANITY

“Dixie Mountain Rag” is a foot-stompin’, front-porch ragtime romp that celebrates the heart of the South — where values run deep, families stay strong, and the land itself feels like kin. Born from Appalachian mountain rhythms and ragtime swing, the song paints a picture of life rooted in tradition: Sunday mornings in small-town churches, suppers passed around family tables, and generations working the soil with pride.

With banjo rolls, fiddle runs, and a washboard shuffle driving the groove, Pick’s Hideaway Players carry listeners back to the good times “down in Dixie, where times are not forgotten.” It’s a song about faith, family, and a love of home — honoring the resilience and joy of those who are born and bred in the Southern way of life.

Part celebration, part preservation, Dixie Mountain Rag is more than a tune — it’s a living memory of a culture that continues to sing loud, dance proud, and hold fast to its roots.

Dixie Mountain Rag

Caption Title

A brutal reckoning—“Stealing Time” exposes the truth behind the mask, refusing to mourn what was lost and demanding accountability.

Song Insight

Stealing Time is not a lament for what’s gone, but a razor-edged anthem for finally seeing someone as they are. There’s no sugarcoating, no nostalgia for a love destroyed by self-inflicted wounds. This song doesn’t plead for redemption—it lays it bare: if you’re ever going to be saved, you’ll have to save yourself, because I’m done carrying your damage. The rain and the rose on the casket aren’t mourning—they’re the final word, marking the end of illusions and the start of owning your own darkness.

Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Drifting through your life
Trying to find a way to say goodbye
Grifter stealing time
I’m running through your lies

[Build]
The empty space between the lines
Falling to your knees, you cry

[Chorus]
It’s not about the ones you used to hold
It’s about the ones you left behind
All those moments passed you by
Maybe this time there’s nothing to undo
Truth—a life, something to pursue

[Refrain]
God, I hope you do
Something needs saved in you

[Verse 2]
Every promise that you broke
Every secret left untold
All the pain behind your eyes
The hearts you tore
To the ones you used

[Build]
Broken souls haunt your scattered mind
Pieces taken I will never find

[Chorus]
It’s not about the ones you used to hold
It’s about the ones you left behind
All those moments passed you by
Maybe this time there’s nothing to undo
Truth—a life, something to pursue

[Refrain]
God, I hope you do
Something needs saved in you

[Bridge]
Mirrors, silver-plated death
Moments I try but can’t forget
Shadows pulling at what’s owed
Memories drowned by the ones I loved

[Bridge 2]
Sorry for the stones you throw
No matter what, you stay below
Cracked reflections on the floor
Love doesn't live here anymore

[Final Chorus]
It’s not about the ones you used to hold
It’s about the ones you left behind
All those moments passed you by
Maybe this time there’s nothing to undo
Truth—a life, something to pursue
All the pain behind your eyes
The hearts you tore apart inside
All those moments, lost in time
Drift away, erased by a life

[Refrain]
God, I hope you do
Something needs saved in you

[Outro]
Every mistake you called mine
Feel your choices down my spine
Maybe this time you’ll live the life
Maybe it’s the lies that die
Free yourself in time

[Post-Outro]
God, I hope you do
Something needs saved in you

Personal Reflection

I wrote “Stealing Time” as the ten-year mark approached, but not to mourn what could have been. Eight years of marriage ended in chaos and destruction—choices, not fate. This isn’t about hoping for change or wishing things were different. It’s about drawing the line, calling out the darkness, and refusing to shoulder someone else’s demons. There’s pain, sure, but mostly clarity: your story is yours now, and I won’t let it shape me. I see the warning signs clearer than ever. You own your choices, not me.

4Me2BeFree

With “Stealing Time,” 4Me2BeFree channels real scars into cinematic storytelling—no filter, no pity, just raw truth and consequence. Every lyric, every visual, and every drop of rain on the casket is there to show that this isn’t a breakup song—it’s a declaration of freedom from someone else’s self-destruction. This is what 4Me2BeFree does: transforms lived experience into music that doesn’t flinch from the hard parts, making sure the story hits as hard as the truth.

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Stealing Time

Лариса Долина - Не ты, не я

слова / текст

Казалось бы, ну что скучать? Всего семь дней разлуки,
А вот скучается хоть вой!
Посуды кухонной гора, - всё не доходят руки
И опять забыл полить столетник Твой.
Друзья зовут - давай махнём на шашлыки на дачу,
А я не еду, мне милей мой сплин.
В привычной мизансцене дней всё выглядит иначе,
Когда невольно поживёшь один.

Я скучаю по Тебе, как апостол по святым мукам
Я скучаю по Тебе, - вот какая штука...

Казалось бы, ну что скучать? Считается полезным
Недельку друг от друга отдохнуть.
И я всё пробую начать жить логикой железной,
Но в логику любовь никак не запихнуть
И наш обыденный уклад, сложившийся годами,
Где суета сует владеет всем
Мешает нам расслышать крик седого Мирозданья,
Что мы живём не так и не затем.

Я скучаю по Тебе, как пустыня по снегам белым.
Я скучаю по Тебе, что уж тут поделать...

Казалось бы, ну что скучать? Пройдёт всего неделя,
И всё вернётся на круги своя.
Домашние дела, друзья, работа на пределе,
А, в общем, жизнь вполне обыкновенная.
И лишь заметив первый снег над хмурою столицей,
И у ларьков озябшие цветы,
Я вспомню как недолог век, что он не повторится,
И что всего прекрасней в нем - Ты!

Я скучаю по Тебе, как подранок по своей стае.
Я скучаю по Тебе, вот ведь как бывает...
Я скучаю по Тебе...
Я скучаю по Тебе...

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