Draft album mix. 
Various singers. 
Music, lyrics and production Guiville.

Secrets and Promises

This playlist pairs the original track 'Snow Keeps Falling Anyway (Feat. Tracey Phillips)' with a delicate music box version, two sides of the same winter story. One brings the warmth, the other the hush. Perfect for late-night lights, soft snowfall, and the kind of memories that stay with you long after the holidays fade.

Snow Keeps Falling Anyway

Music and mix Guiville
Vocals and lyrics Roses​Are​Blue♥ @bluecherrykiss

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If you're a bag of bones
Then so am I
(So am I)
If you ain't full of life
Then neither am i
(Neither am I)
If you can't break the spell
(Then 'nor can I)
'nor can I
If you are turning blue
Then so am I
(So am I)

And when the sun shines
And when the sunshines
They don't know why you cry
Why you cry

If you can break a heart
Then so can I
If can can't get enough 
Then neither can I

And when the sun shines
And when the sun shines
They don't know why you cry
Why you cry

If you can kiss the sky
Then so can I
(So can I)
If you are stuck inside 
Then so am I
(So am I)

And when the sun shines
They don't know why you cry
And when the sun shines
They don't know why you cry

Why you cry......

Why You Cry feat. Roses​Are​Blue♥

Dirk Maasen - Piano - https://soundcloud.com/dirk-maassen-official
Guiville - MIx, acoustic guitar, bass, synth & drum programming @guiville

Dirk has a wonderful piano track that's open for collab. I couldn't resist creating a backdrop for his keys. The Original stem: https://soundcloud.com/dirk-maassen-official/open

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Dirk Maassen - Open (Guiville Remix)

Music and mix Guiville @guiville
Vocals and lyrics by Faerytale @faerytale

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You're Different

Thought I was fighting my heart
I was really fighting you
The whispering designs of the past
A lovely tattoo made of scars
I never showed my hands
The ugly wounds, deep
From knives, teeth and heat
But, you're different
Gotta hold of my soul
You're different and you won't let go

Yet, I conquered some
Tore from the animal its head
Broke the snake's jaw
Twisted 'til the dragon was dead
After running all these years
I stopped and stood before the idol
I laughed, I winked, I didn't bow nor did I break
But, you're different...

This time I would not feign love for plaster and wood
Statues and carvings misunderstood
For gods we are and gods we shall be
I'm content as long as you're here with me
Because, you're different...
Gotta hold
The filaments that make up my soul
You're different

Faerytale AKA Leeser West

You're Different feat. Faerytale

Music and mix Guiville https://twitter.com/guiville
Vocals and lyrics Sanna Hartfield
*Video: https://youtu.be/gzmdSGIP5Ak

Love you
Coz I’ve got something I want to scream and shout
Maybe it will freak you out
But I don’t really care no more
Nothing to loose
You know I wanna
Hold you
You know I wanna
Forever
I always have
I always will
Love you
Love you
Love you
You
I do
Love you

Love You

// Original vocals Anne Boyko
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
--
This track with Anne singing was based on the first track I uploaded onto Soundcloud which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/what-will-you-do-now-mr-darcy with acoustic guitars and a little synth background for textures. Guitars recorded using (from ebay for £9.00): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Logitech-980186-…ne/dp/B0000ATCOR
--
I hope everyone likes this new version as much as I do.
--
You left with the rain, took the sun from my skin
Now the days drag along, so sallow, so thin
I still set the table for two out of spite
Though I know that your shadow won’t join me tonight

Oh, love, how cruel you can be
A whisper, a promise, now lost in the sea
I call out your name, but the echoes just sigh
The ghost of us lingers, yet never replies

The streets where we wandered now mock me alone
Your laughter replaced with the hum of my phone
Oh, I should have known you would vanish like mist
Leaving nothing behind but the bruise of your kiss

Oh, love, how cruel you can be
A whisper, a promise, now lost in the sea
I call out your name, but the echoes just sigh
The ghost of us lingers, yet never replies

And all the poetry, and all the lines
That I carved into walls to keep you in time
Have faded to nothing, just like your last glance
Oh, wasn't it tragic? Or was it just chance?

So here’s to the dream that dissolved into dust
To the hands I won’t hold, to the words I can’t trust
I dress for the gallows, I wait for the call
But love doesn’t answer, no, not at all...
--
Photo by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho
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What Will You Do Now (Feat. Anne Boyko)

// Original vocals Victoria Fox Shaw
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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Woke up to the silence, a vacant room
The morning light cuts through the gloom
I hear the clock ticking, like it’s keeping time
But it never moves fast enough, it’s always behind

I’ve got a book that I never read
And a bed that’s too big for just one head
I whisper to the walls, but they never reply
The loneliness sits with me, but I don’t know why

I’m living alone in the static
The world moves around, but I’m stuck in the attic
Of my own thoughts, and I can’t escape
Just a face in the mirror, trying to relate

I walk the streets with no one to call
The empty spaces echo in the hall
I see people laughing, they’re out in the sun
But I’m here in the shadows, always on the run

The phone sits silent, just like my mind
I reach out for connection, but I can’t find
A hand to hold or a place to stay
Just a ghost in the crowd, fading away

I’m living alone in the static
The world moves around, but I’m stuck in the attic
Of my own thoughts, and I can’t escape
Just a face in the mirror, trying to relate

The city hums, but I don’t hear the song
I don’t fit in, I’ve never belonged
I’m just waiting for a voice to break through
But all I hear is the sound of my shoes

I’m living alone in the static
The world moves around, but I’m stuck in the attic
Of my own thoughts, and I can’t escape
Just a face in the mirror, trying to relate

Alone in the Static (Feat. Victoria Fox Shaw)

// Original vocals John 'Zac' Hill
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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The rain hit the pavement, cold and grey,
Running through the council estate,
Me and my brothers, out all day,
Living off laughter, crisps, and fate.

Dad’s old Ford, rusting in the drive,
Mum’s vinyl spinning, keeping us alive,
Bowie and Boland sang us to sleep,
Dreams in the static, memories deep.

Oh, the echoes of the past still call my name,
Flickering like old TV flames,
From hiding in fields to the corner shop,
Time moves on, but the past won’t stop.

Saturday mornings, sweet and slow,
Kicking a ball where the wild grass grows,
Stealing a smoke behind the shed,
Tales of tomorrow filling our heads.

Dad’s old Ford, rusting in the drive,
Mum’s vinyl spinning, keeping us alive,
Punk on the telly, disco at dawn,
We never knew we’d soon be gone.

Oh, the echoes of the past still call my name,
Flickering like old TV flames,
From hiding in fields to the corner shop,
Time moves on, but the past won’t stop.

Letters from school, old scuffs on my knees,
The smell of the chippy still rides on the breeze,
Brothers in battle, but brothers in arms,
Now only shadows remain in the calm.

And if I could, I’d go back again,
To rainy streets and childhood friends,
But the echoes fade, the years move fast,
Still, I hold on to the echoes of the past.

Brothers (Feat. John 'Zac' Hill)

// Original vocals Elizabeth Wiśniewski
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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I found a hat beneath the sky,
It whispered low, "Come learn to fly,"
So I buttoned up my coat of stars
And sailed above the trolley cars.

The clouds were brewing lemon tea,
A bird with boots made space for me,
We sang a song of sideways rain
And danced around a weather vane.

I’m flying free, just me and the moon,
Skipping through echoes of a silvery tune,
No tether, no ticket, no gravity fee,
Just feathers on a Tuesday,
And nothing chasing me.

A fish in spectacles waved “Hi,”
As paper planes went floating by,
The clocks all chimed a different time,
And none of them were mine.

Down below, the people crawl,
All squared up and vertical,
But here I am - a dandelion,
Kissed by wind and gently flyin'.

I’m flying free, just me and the moon,
Skipping through echoes of a silvery tune,
No tether, no ticket, no gravity fee - 
Just feathers on a Tuesday,
And nothing chasing me.

So if you hear a laughing breeze,
It might be me among the trees,
Still drifting where the weird things be...
Still floating...
Still free.

Still Free (Feat. Elizabeth Wiśniewski)

// Original vocals Clare Deacon
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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We met between two yawns of twilight, 
In a café that no longer exists. 
You ordered food and wine,
We drank to well past midnight

Midnight wore your silhouette 
Like a coat too thin for the weather. 
I mistook your silence 
for something sacred
We would laugh and cry

And Paris didn't blink, 
As we unraveled our slow embrace. 
I kissed the ghost of your goodbye 
Under a billboard of someone else’s forever. 
You spoke French and I would try
Some things are left unsaid

You left like a metaphor leaves the poem— 
Slipped between the margins. 
Your coat remained on the chair, 
Smelling of Camus and cigarettes.

We carved nothing into the Pont des Arts, 
Said everything with our shoulders. 
Our ruck sacks were so heavy
And the sun was so very bright

And Paris didn't blink, 
As we unraveled our slow embrace. 
I kissed the ghost of your goodbye 
Under a billboard of someone else’s forever. 
You spoke French and I would try
Some things are left unsaid

I walked back to the hotel 
Where we made love
No one waves. 
Not even Paris.
A long goodbye.
Not in Paris.

Not in Paris (Feat. Becky Deacon)

// Original vocals Elizabeth Starr
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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We used to walk down city streets,  
Laughing loud, hearts in sync.  
Now echoes fill the empty seats,  
And I can’t hear a thing.  

We’re staring at the same night sky,  
But the stars don’t shine the same.  
Your name still lingers in my mind,  
Like an old forgotten flame.  

We are alone, but we’re together,  
Drifting like ships in stormy weather.  
Lost in the space between the past and now,  
Trying to hold on, but we don’t know how.  

Pictures fade but never burn,  
Memories haunt, they twist and turn.  
All the words we left unsaid,  
Still whisper in my head.  

We’re staring at the same blue moon,  
But the glow don’t feel as bright.  
Two lost souls in separate rooms,  
Still reaching through the night.  

We are alone, but we’re together,  
Drifting like ships in stormy weather.  
Lost in the space between the past and now,  
Trying to hold on, but we don’t know how.  

If I call your name, would you turn around?  
If I chase the past, will I just fall down?  
We’re stuck in time, between hello and goodbye,  
Still searching for the reasons why.  

We are alone, but we’re together,  
Two shadows bound but tied to never.  
Maybe someday, in another life,  
We’ll find a way to make it right.

Twist and Turn (Feat. Elizabeth Starr)

// Original vocals Kateryna Andruko
// Music, lyrics & mix by Guiville
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Paper moths in the window pane,
Chasing the hush of a neon rain.
Your breath writes poems on my skin,
Lines undone where dreams begin.

No name for the colour between
The dusk and what we’ve never seen
A whisper left on a turning page,
A tremble just beyond the cage.

In the half-light, we dissolve,
Sketches traced in slow resolve.
Shadows bend where you and I
Forget the shape of reasons why.
No need for dawn, no room for right
We bloom like film in silver night.

Your fingers speak in minor chords,
Touch like questions never formed.
We hang between the now and not,
Hung canvases the world forgot.

The lamp hums low like a held breath,
Each sigh a step away from death.
We are unnamed, unsaved, uncaged
A fever in the margin's page.

In the half-light, we dissolve,
Sketches traced in slow resolve.
Shadows bend where you and I
Forget the shape of reasons why.
No need for dawn, no room for right
We bloom like film in silver night.

Stay until the light forgets,
We are the echo silhouettes.
Not love, not lust, but something truer
A half-light hymn in shades obscure.
--
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In The Half Light (Feat. Kateryna Andruko)

Music, mix, & lyrics by Guiville
Vocals Arden Skye

She walks with a trolley full of weather,
Rust in the wheels, rain in her coat.
Kids on bikes throw names like pebbles,
Their laughter rings, then floats.

She once danced in shoes made of lightning,
Wore red lips like a secret oath.
Now her hair is paper-thin thunder,
And her window stays mostly closed.

They don’t see the medals in the cupboard,
The love notes folded like maps.
Or how she stitched a man from silence,
Then buried him under poppy grass.

She boiled water like a ritual,
For pain, for tea, for time.
They call her “witch” beneath their breath,
As if age were a crime.

She’s not the shadow they imagine,
But a library dressed in skin.
Every wrinkle is a doorway,
To somewhere they’ve never been.
If they looked beyond the silence,
They’d see fire caged within.

She saved lives in boots two sizes too big,
Tucked in boys with bandaged eyes.
Now she limps through empty Sundays
Like a ghost that never died.

Once wore her husband’s jacket
Just to feel him in the seams,
Now it sleeps beneath her pillow
Like a whisper from a dream.

She’s not the ruin that they mimic,
Not the cautionary tale.
She’s the scaffold of a century,
The lighthouse in the gale.
If they paused between their shouting,
They might hear her ancient sail.

But she just nods to their cruel theatre,
Lets the wind reply in kind.
Knowing time is a cruel magician,
It forgets who we were, not what we find.

And when she sips her lonely evening,
In the light that bruises gold,
She toasts the past with quiet fury,
To the love that won’t grow old.

They’ll never know her real name.
Only time calls her whole.

Mrs Echo

Mum’s got a memory that melts in teaspoons,
Dad speaks in sighs and sports results.
I rewind the kettle’s whistle like a lullaby,
Patch the afternoon with Sunday bolts.

The baby chews on a wooden planet,
While cartoons hum in lowercase.
I live between the fire alarms,
And wipe three generations from one face.

I’m the hinge in a weathered doorway,
The ghost who never quite leaves.
Holding hands on both horizons,
One forgetting, one just learning to breathe.
I move like breath through keyholes,
Carrying names like autumn leaves.

The dishes speak in cracked mosaics,
The laundry folds like tired prayer.
Mum thinks I’m her older sister,
So I play the role with careful air.

The toddler stacks up building blocks
Like a metaphor I’m too tired to catch.
And I Google things like how to juggle time
While my spine clicks out of scratch.

I’m the thread in a fraying story,
The echo beneath the floor.
Feeding soup and stars in rotation,
Wiping tears from kitchen doors.
Some days I forget who I am,
Just the keeper of two shores.

I hum the same song in two directions,
One soft for sleep, one loud for calm.
My heart feels like a borrowed object,
Too wide for one palm.

There’s a kind of sacred stillness
In the chaos I defend.
A holy, ordinary madness,
That just might never end.

So if you see me in the window,
Silhouetted, slightly bent,
Know I’m not broken, just the middle,
In a house that never went.
They both call me in their language,
And I answer,
between the bells.

Between the Bells

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Sofiya
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Barefoot on the garden grass,
Lemonade in a tall glass,
Time moves slow like a Sunday song,
And the clouds just drift along.

Kites dancing in the distant blue,
A dog barks once, then nothing new,
Buzz of bees in the flower beds,
Sunshine warming sleepy heads.

Cloud watching, no need to speak,
Skies above like poetry meek,
Shapes that shift, float and fade,
Dreams just drifting in the shade.

Cloud watching, in no rush,
UK summer, soft and lush,
Let the world just pass me by,
With nothing but that painted sky.

A plane cuts through with silver thread,
While kids kick balls and paint the shed,
Neighbour’s radio playing tunes,
Classic soul and lazy swoons.

Cuppa cooling on the sill,
Even the breeze has time to chill,
Thoughts meander, light as air,
Nowhere to be, just here, just there.

Cloud watching, no need to speak,
Skies above like poetry meek,
Shapes that shift, float and fade,
Dreams just drifting in the shade.

Cloud watching, in no rush,
UK summer, soft and lush,
Let the world just pass me by,
With nothing but that painted sky.

Might rain tomorrow, who can say?
But we’ve still got this golden day,
Wrapped in calm, the perfect scene,
Between the grey and all the green.

So let me lie here one more hour,
Time’s a seed, and this… the flower.
No plans, no need to try,
Just me and the clouds rolling by.

Cloud Watching

Chalk dust skies, the fences lean,
Footsteps drift where Penge has been.

Five boys racing, gutter rain,
One girl tracing clouds on panes.
Sunday coal-eyes, bacon sizzles,
Mum’s red hands in copper drizzle.
Dad’s big laugh like thunder rolls,
Dreams clenched tight in calloused souls.

We were pebbles in the smoke,
Thrown in the Thames, we spoke
In glances, taps, and silent codes;
Our names in soot and story roads.
Now the wind won’t call us home,
Each stone stands lost, alone.

Mods came roaring down the hill,
Dansette spinning windowsills.
She wore curtains cut with pride,
Twilight games where secrets hide.
Early fish and Anerley light,
Hopeful hearts in morning white.

And we swore we’d never fade,
In chalk lines and penny arcades.

We were pebbles in the smoke,
Thrown in the Thames, we spoke
In glances, taps, and silent codes,
Our names in soot and story roads.
Now the wind won’t call us home,
Each stone stands lost, alone.

Old photos cracked at every edge,
Laughter packed on pantry ledge.
Names the daughters never knew,
Smiles like bottles washed from view.

Five turned four, then three, then one,
Threads pulled quiet, one by one.
She hums an old tune on the breeze,
And somewhere, they’re still climbing trees.

We Were Pebbles in the Smoke

There’s a café where the corner shop stood,
They serve dreams in jars now,
Not penny chews in plastic tubs.
Where Mrs. Dell once told us off
For kicking time against her wall,
Now there’s Wi-Fi and ceramic light.
They even painted over the callbox.

The swings rusted out like old mixtapes,
And Danny, who swore he’d be an astronaut,
Now sells silence in a showroom.
Lena vanished in Year Eleven,
Someone said she’s in Berlin
Making films about forgetting.
I still see her in the shimmer of bus windows.

All our echoes got rezoned,
All our hideouts bought and sold.
The sky shrank with the loft conversions,
Even the clouds look pre-approved.
I walk the streets like a half-developed photo,
Where did the rest of us go?

Tom scratched his name on the skate ramp spine,
Now there’s astroturf and yoga signs.
And the off-license is wellbeing now,
Where they don’t sell cider or secrets.

I pass these ghosts in triple glazing,
Old laughter caught in window frames.
They knock, but no one’s in to answer,
This postcode’s not the same.

All our echoes got rezoned,
All the bricks forgot our names.
Streetlights hum a different language
Since the lamplighters were replaced.
I still wear those muddy summers
Like a coat I never claimed.

Do you remember the shortcut path
That turned to nettles and boldness?
Or the shed where we tried to trap time
In jam jars and old batteries?
It’s gone now,
Or maybe just hidden
Beneath the mulch of memory.

I’m not looking for anyone really,
Just wondering who I’d be
If we’d stayed long enough to see
Ourselves grow like weeds
Through these new paving stones.
But maybe we were always
Meant to be gone.

Cul-de-Sac Atlantis

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Yuliya Starova
--
I wore my mirrorball smile,
Threaded in velvet static.
Feet kissed glass in a spiral,
While the DJ looped the dramatic.

Chandeliers blinked in Morse code,
Telling secrets to the sweat.
I was half a ghost, half glitter,
Haven’t found my other yet.

Every face a flicker show,
Every laugh a borrowed coat.
I swayed in place like the tide,
While your absence took the lead.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Waltzed with the echo and steam.
No one here speaks the language
Of the love that I keep in a dream.
Midnight spins like a scratched confession,
But nobody’s looking for me.

There was a boy with constellation freckles,
And a girl made of eyeliner smoke.
I touched them in passing like pages,
But the chapter never spoke.

Confetti fell like false promises,
A ticker-tape goodbye.
I carved your name in condensation
On the walls of a disco sky.

Velvet ropes and paper crowns,
Plastic hearts in lost and found.
I burned my name into the beat,
Still nobody turned around.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Twirled through the blur and the beam.
No one here knows the hunger
Of the love I keep quiet and clean.
This is no fairytale ending,
Just a strobe and a fever dream.

Maybe love’s a myth in sequins,
Maybe it left before the soundcheck.
Maybe I’m the last believer
In a world of silhouette suspects.

I’ll stay ‘til the floor goes silent,
When the last bass note slips away.
Still spinning in that soft denial,
Like love was only a song they played.

No One at the Disco

Paper moths in the window pane,
Chasing the hush of a neon rain.
Your breath writes poems on my skin,
Lines undone where dreams begin.

No name for the colour between
The dusk and what we’ve never seen,
A whisper left on a turning page,
A tremble just beyond the cage.

In the half-light, we dissolve,
Sketches traced in slow resolve.
Shadows bend where you and I
Forget the shape of reasons why.
No need for dawn, no room for right,
We bloom like film in silver night.

Your fingers speak in minor chords,
Touch like questions never formed.
We hang between the now and not,
Hung canvases the world forgot.

The lamp hums low like a held breath,
Each sigh a step away from death.
We are unnamed, unsaved, uncaged,
A fever in the margin's page.

In the half-light, we dissolve,
Sketches traced in slow resolve.
Shadows bend where you and I
Forget the shape of reasons why.
No need for dawn, no room for right,
We bloom like film in silver night.

Stay until the light forgets,
We are the echo silhouettes.
Not love, not lust, but something truer,
A half-light hymn in shades obscure.

In The Half Light

we fold the light into quiet shapes,
trace the years through softened drapes.
a shadow bends to show the way,
and leaves behind what words can’t say.

we are the hands beneath the thread,
a voice that hums through what is said.
we settle in the morning tea,
in gestures made instinctively.

they walk with lanterns we once lit,
through days we shaped but can’t revisit.
the love we left won’t need our face,
it lingers warm in open space.

chalk moons drawn on hallway walls,
a future stitched in curtain calls.
they build from echoes we once held,
from silence deep and stories spelled.

we’re the hush in a quiet room,
a shimmer caught in garden bloom.
not ghosts in grief, but in the grain,
a gentle pulse in falling rain.

they walk with lanterns we once lit,
our stories passed in fingertip.
and when we’re gone, they’ll still recall
the way love bent to break the fall.

we vanish soft, like breath on glass,
but what we gave is built to last.

Walk with Lanterns

Discover more about this track and its story by checking out the playlist.
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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Way up there, where the air thins,
your shadow still climbs the sky,
a lantern burning in the frost,
a name I can’t remember right.

I send words like kites into silence,
they tangle in branches of cloud.
You are a constellation unpronounced,
a map I was never allowed.

The ground is heavy with absence,
stones hum with your old refrain,
I tried to follow the trembling wires,
but the signal dissolved in rain.

Way up there, you’re drifting farther,
a song the horizon stole.
I am earthbound, stitched to soil,
pulling threads from a tattered soul.
---
Photo by https://unsplash.com/@olenkasergienko

Way Up There

Discover more about this track and its story by checking out the playlist.
--
https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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In the hush between the night and dawn
We painted silence on the walls
Your breath was lanterns on my skin
A fleeting fire I tried to hold in.

Shadows bent around our bones
Like whispered prayers without a home
The half-light kissed us, tender, slow
A secret place where nothing grows.

But morning leaned too hard, too near
The fragile spell began to clear
Your eyes turned oceans, drifting wide
I couldn’t swim against the tide.

Now the half-light aches like broken glass
A theatre of what couldn’t last
Our echoes bloom where we once lay
But love dissolves with the day.

But morning leaned too hard, too near
The fragile spell began to clear
Your eyes turned oceans, drifting wide
I couldn’t swim against the tide.
---
Photo by https://unsplash.com/@olenkasergienko

In the half light

Discover more about this track and its story by checking out the playlist.
--
https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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They arrive with silver tongues,
glossed over like neon angels,
waving scripture like credit cards,
slipping salvation in plastic sleeves.

Jesus wears a shiny suit tonight,
stitched in gold and televised light,
selling grace in installment plans,
to the crowd with trembling hands.

Hymns fall like lottery tickets,
scratched hope on velvet pulpits,
every “hallelujah” a product line,
every “amen” another dime.

Jesus wears a shiny suit tonight,
mirrored shoes catch heaven’s sight,
blessing the faithful with staged applause,
between commercials for righteous cause.

Is it gospel or is it theatre?
A holy market, a velvet dealer,
faith flipped under spotlight beams,
truth auctioned in packaged dreams.

And when the lights collapse to dust,
who counts the coins, who holds the trust?
Only echoes remain in the empty pews,
a shiny suit, and worn-out shoes.
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@olenkasergienko

Jesus with a shiny suit on

Discover more about this track and its story by checking out the playlist.
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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In the mirror’s hush, a boy half-grown,
Wearing questions like a borrowed coat.
The city hums, a hymn of unknowns,
He walks inside it, searching for a note.

He found love in male arms,
A quiet storm, a gentle charm.
Where his heartbeat dared to run,
Parents cried, what have you done?

The wallpaper ghosts, they do not sleep,
Family portraits, secrets keep.
His chest a lantern, flickering flame,
Shining light on the unspoken name.

He found love in male arms,
Unwritten psalms, forbidden calm.
Where tenderness outshone the sun,
Parents cried, what have you done?

And maybe shame will learn to fade,
As rivers carve their rightful way.
For truth is soft, yet truth is steel,
And only truth can teach us real.

He found love in male arms,
Breaking forms, unmaking harm.
In that love, he won not lost.
Though the weeping came, it bore a cost.
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@olenkasergienko

Fly Boy

Music, mix & lyrics by @Guiville
Vocals by Libby
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This track is inspired by one of the very first instrumental pieces I uploaded over 12 years ago. Huge thanks to Libby for bringing my lyrics to life with her beautiful vocals.

The original acoustic version can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/tess-be-kind 

The music itself was originally inspired by the 1956 film Tea and Sympathy, particularly the poignant line: "Years from now, when you talk about this, and you will be kind."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_and_Sympathy_(film)_
https://www.imdb.com/video/vi4086416153/?ref_=ext_shr_lnk
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This song captures the hollow feeling of landing the job you thought you wanted, only to find it slowly draining your spirit. The lyrics take a poetic, sideways look at modern work life, fluorescent lights, endless paperwork, and the quiet grief of trading your dreams for a steady paycheque. It’s about the tension between freedom and security, and the way routine can feel like a cage, even when you’ve built it yourself.
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I signed my name,
With trembling hand,
To a promise that pays,
But does not understand.

The clock strikes nine,
A funeral chime,
For the boy who once
Believed in rhyme.

The boss smiles thin,
Like a priest at sin,
And says, "Well done, you’ve made it."
But my soul stays vacant.

And I type, and I type,
'Til my fingers lose their fight,
In a room with no view,
Where the daylight feels untrue.

The vending machine,
Is my only friend,
It hums like mercy,
But eats my spend.

The laughter rings,
Like broken glass,
While my dreams are filed
Under “Never Ask.”

And I sign, and I sign,
On the dotted, cursed line,
While the ceiling caves in,
With fluorescent sin.

Oh, freedom is a coat
I wore when I was young,
Now moths and memories
Have chewed it undone.

So I leave at five,
But I’m never free,
This desk, this job,
It works for me.
It works for me.
Oh, it works on me.
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12 years - 'You don't want to rush into these things' @subhero ; )

It Works On Me (Feat. Libby)

This track is an reinterpretation of a piece I created with Annika Mattsson 12 years ago, now featuring Annika’s beautiful lyrics performed by Dahlia.
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Original acoustic guitar based track with Annika singing: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/continue-to-fly-acoustic-ft
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Lyrics by @annika-mattsson

When stars are brightly shinning
Showing you the path-
To uncertainty
One can never know 
What the future holds

Almost nothing
Stars in your eyes
Fly through the feeling of pain
It hurts to believe
And that is no lie
All you can do is continue to fly

Empty rooms in an empty hallway
Different stories from life to tell
It all seems so clear but yet so complex

Almost nothing
Stars in your eyes
Fly through the feeling of pain
It hurts to believe
And that is no lie
All you can do is continue to fly

Continue to fly
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@krivitskiy
https://unsplash.com/photos/a-black-and-white-photo-of-a-naked-woman-b_k8Ain_YFQ

Continue To Fly (Feat. Dahlia)

A quiet Christmas scene wrapped in static and snowfall, where love, arguments, and the weight of the year all blur together. Snow Keeps Falling Anyway drifts through the small moments that make the holidays both beautiful and unbearable: barking dogs outside, a half-empty bottle of gin, relatives we hardly see, and the silence that lingers after every fight.

Wishing everyone a peaceful, messy, beautiful Christmas 2025, hold your people close, even when it snows. 🎄✨
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Music & lyrics @guiville
Vocals Tracey Phillips
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The tree’s half lit, the lights keep flickering,
You’re in the kitchen, quietly simmering,
Over words I shouldn’t have said,
Over ghosts we thought were dead.

Your mother’s laugh echoes down the hall,
Relatives we hardly see at all,
Talk about the year that’s gone,
Like nothing’s ever wrong.

Snow keeps falling anyway,
Covers all the things we’ll never say,
The dogs are barking down the street,
And the silence in here feels so complete.
Pass me that bottle of gin,
Let’s toast to what could’ve been,
Love’s a fight we both still play,
And snow keeps falling anyway.

We argue about who forgot to call,
While the tinsel droops and the needles fall,
I see the hurt behind your grin,
Another year, another sin.

Your brother’s talking politics again,
I fake a smile, you roll your eyes at him,
Outside it’s white, inside it’s gray,
But we’ll survive another day.

Snow keeps falling anyway,
Covers all the things we’ll never say,
The dogs are barking down the street,
And the silence in here feels so complete.
Pass me that bottle of gin,
Let’s toast to what could’ve been,
Love’s a fight we both still play,
And snow keeps falling anyway.

And maybe by the time the lights go out,
We’ll forget what this was all about,
Hold each other just to stay warm,
Two ghosts in a Christmas storm.

Snow keeps falling anyway,
Covers love that couldn’t stay,
The dogs still bark, the night won’t end,
Another year begins again.
Pass me that bottle of gin,
Let’s toast to what might’ve been,
We’ll laugh, we’ll fight, we’ll fade away,
While snow keeps falling anyway.
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@leyy
https://unsplash.com/photos/boy-in-red-sweater-beside-boy-in-yellow-and-black-striped-shirt-78yTnqn9o1A

Snow Keeps Falling Anyway (Feat. Tracey Phillips)

Inspired by Stranger Things and my daughter’s enthusiasm for it, I’ve reimagined one of my guitar tracks as an atmospheric ’80s electronic homage.
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The original track: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/martini-money
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Playlist with three versions:
https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/martini-money
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Photo credit: https://unsplash.com/@rolanddeason
https://unsplash.com/photos/woman-holding-three-balloons-S2Zg5RMXl1I

Martini Money - 80s Instr.

Pass me that bottle of gin,
Let’s toast to what could’ve been,
Love’s a fight we both still play,
And snow keeps falling anyway.
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For Hiccup x - 11:25 Dec 6th 2025.
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Instrumental music box version of this track:
https://soundcloud.com/guiville/snow-keeps-falling-anyway
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Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/snow-keeps-falling-anyway
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@joshua_hoehne
https://unsplash.com/photos/a-brightly-lit-christmas-tree-in-front-of-a-window-eknY9TGSug8

Snow Keeps Falling Anyway (Music Box Mix)

Music & mix @guiville
Violin Lena MolFa @lena-molfa
http://www.lena-molfa-violin.de
https://www.facebook.com/lenamolfa
Vocals & lyrics Mohanad Zohiar

Included on https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/interlude-guiville-nov-2016

True Emotion feat. Lena MolFa & Mohanad Zohiar

F**k You It's Christmas

F**k You It's Christmas feat. bentcousin

Music and mix @guiville
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/truth-guiville-wheelwright
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My Mum loved her fags and Martini. When I was child I'd make a trip to the local Spar shop for her in the days before you were asked ID. It was her 'Martini Money'. Gui x

For those interested... 
Martini label: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e4/25/99/e42599ef35660acaabe52fb2bb42a310.jpg
No.6 fags: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/men/2016/05/19/players_no.6_trans_NvBQzQNjv4Bqql6ZVqw2K9kLBBgaKs87NAlgjHCouUg7M08dJRyrjJk.jpg?imwidth=450
Spar Shop: https://www.flickr.com/photos/swindonlocal/6794955420

Martini Money - Instrumental

Solo artist/producer from Swindon, UK - dabbling in sounds while others sing. No idea what I’m doing 😉. Love to all who listen, comment, and repost! x
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イギリス、スウィンドン出身のソロアーティスト／プロデューサー。他の人が歌っている間に音作りをしています。何をやっているか全く分かりません😉。聴いてくださって、コメントしてくださって、リポストしてくださる皆さん、本当にありがとうございます！x
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日本のリスナーの皆さん、本当にありがとうございます。毎回の配信に本当に感謝しています！

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