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Billy Gillies - DNA (Loving You) [feat. Hannah Boleyn]

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Sunshine (My Girl)

Call Me Maybe

Broken

It’s 10:04, I checked the clock again,
One hand moves, while I remain.
Empty chairs and silver spoons,
Muted echoes in this quiet saloon.
The tiles still smell of yesterday’s bread,
But no one’s here, just me instead.
An older woman gave this glass,
Coca Cola fizzing like the past.
She vanished to the desk again,
One eye watching like I might offend.

Every tick is mercyless,
This hour won’t stop to care or guess.
I’m the only soul at this morning show,
Sipping silence, letting go.

And I sip on my cola drink — let my thoughts sink —
Why am I feeling sad, and what is this life about?
How to find out? How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink — as the minutes blink —
Will this moment matter, or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

The labels are in a foreign script,
And I can’t ask what I’ve just sipped.
The floor is clean, the light is soft,
Yet something heavy won’t come off.
Behind the glass, she checks the phone,
I wonder if she feels alone.
I think of all the things I’ve lost,
And how each joy has had its cost.
This taste, this place, this quiet bar,
Will fade like faces in a passing car.

No trumpet sounds, no final clue,
Just time that swallows me and you.
Each weekday morning looks the same,
But none of them will get a name.

And I sip on my cola drink — let my thoughts sink —
Why am I feeling sad, and what is this life about?
How to find out? How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink — as the minutes blink —
Will this moment matter, or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

9:00 was a second ago,
11:00 is breathing down my neck.
Days fold like napkins,
Weeks vanish like steam.
And one day, this room will be dust,
And I won’t even know what I forgot.

And I sip on my cola drink — let my thoughts sink —
Why am I feeling sad, and what is this life about?
How to find out? How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink — as the world shrinks —
No one will remember, not even me — no doubt.
How to find out? How to find out?

Coca Cola

Midnight on the dashboard glow
Empty streets, nowhere to go
Heart’s a map with no clear sign
Just the hum of tires and wasted time
Pulled to the curb where memories burn
A flash of heat, a cold return
Sky breaks open, crying loud
Heavy drops like a ghosted crowd

And the radio bleeds, just my luck
Tony’s voice like a haunting touch
"Another sad love song"... oh God—
Right when I thought I’d had enough

Rain on the roof — boom boom boom
Tears in the beat — doom doom doom
Sad love song — all too soon
Can't dance this feeling out the room

Windows fog like breath on glass
Clock hands tick but never pass
Thought I was numb, but I still feel
Every chorus cutting real
Echoes echo what I hide
Lonely's louder from inside
The night’s a mirror, cracked and wide
I’m just the shadow in the driver's side

And the world don’t pause, it spins and stings
While the saddest song just softly rings
She’s gone, I’m here, and this heart sings—
But only in minor keys

Rain on the roof — boom boom boom
Tears in the beat — doom doom doom
Sad love song — all too soon
Can't dance this feeling out the room

I didn’t ask the sky to weep
Didn’t ask the song to cut so deep
But here I am, a broken beat
In a world that won’t skip, won’t repeat

Rain on the roof — boom boom boom
Tears in the beat — doom doom doom
Sad love song — all too soon
Can't dance this feeling out the room

Another Sad Jazz Song

No chase, no games, I’m done with that
Heart on chill, I like where I’m at
Dim the lights, pour the wine
If it’s real, it comes in time

No texts, no double taps
No decoding love from zodiac apps
I’m not lost, I’m just free
If you want me, you know where I’ll be

I won’t beg, I won’t plead
Don’t need love on dirty knees
If it burns, let it fade
I’m not here to be remade

🔥 You can’t force love — it don’t obey
It don’t arrive ‘cause you begged it to stay
I’m at home, looking fine, feeling lit
If you want me, baby, come commit!
I’ll open the door — no push, no shove
Come correct if you call it love 🔥

I dance alone in my own glow
Don’t need a plus-one to steal the show
No more wishes on falling stars
Just good music and unlocked hearts

Yeah I’m rare, like Friday night peace
Don’t mistake silence for a heart on lease
I’m not hiding, I’m just high
On life, on vibes, on my own supply

🔥 You can’t force love — it don’t obey
It don’t arrive ‘cause you begged it to stay
I’m at home, looking fine, feeling lit
If you want me, baby, come commit!
I’ll open the door — no push, no shove
Come correct if you call it love 🔥

Can't Force Love (Deep House Version)

Plastikkarte, Girokarte , Visakarte, Debitkarte, Paybackkarte, 

Frühling der  Senioren

Plastikkarte

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

1922 (Deep House Version)

I was there...
Vienna. Nußwaldgasse.
A small room, a narrow bed,
and silence — so thick you’d choke if you tried to breathe it.
Dust floated like memories refusing to settle.
And in the center of it all:
Karl Pekarna.
Not broken. Just… slowed.
But his eyes — they still moved like keepers do.
Fast. Sharp. Remembering everything.

He flew once — high and far,
From Vienna to Glasgow, chasing a star.
First football legionnaire from the European mainland,
A goalkeeper of steel with velvet hands.
They called my name in foreign tongues,
Between the chants, between the drums.
I caught the world in leather palms,
And held the line with quiet psalms.

🎵 Over the lines, through wind and rain,
First from the mainland, crossing the lane.
The football legionnaire, blazing the way,
But glory fades — and skies turn gray.
They cheered my name, they wrote it in gold,
Now I grow quiet, now I grow old.
Still I breathe, still I burn,
Still I wait for one return...
Still I wait... 🎵

Some came to visit, from Vienna, the Sportclub…
Even boys too young to have seen me play.
They remembered.
But not Slovan.
I gave them my last match. They gave me nothing.
Still —
I smiled.
Because the game gave me more than it took.
Most days.

My right leg walks. My left hand won’t.
But my eyes still scan the pitch, still count.
The war came late, the bombs came loud,
And I sat through it all, proud in the crowd.

🎵 Over the lines, through wind and rain,
First from the mainland, crossing the lane.
The football legionnaire, blazing the way,
But glory fades — and skies turn gray.
They cheered my name, they wrote it in gold,
Now I grow quiet, now I grow old.
Still I breathe, still I burn,
Still I wait for one return...
Still I wait... 🎵

When winter came, it took its toll,
No fire, no food, no healing soul.
He sat alone in war-torn stone,
A king without a crown, a house, a throne.
On January’s twenty-third, the silence won —
And Karl went out like a setting sun.
Not with thunder, not with light,
But like a keeper in the fading night.

🎵 Still I breathe, still I burn,
Still I wait for one return...
Still I wait... 🎵

Call Me Maybe

Hailey wu