Beauty is Empty

DYSTOPIA

Tall Tales style remix of a Moby track from mobygratis.com - made with Suno v4.5

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LYRICS:
Run and tell me some
Run until you can't anymore
No time

Better tell me now 
'Fore the moment gets to your head
I'll find

When I'm far away from you
I don't even know the truth
When I've got nothing to lose
I always come back to you

At times when everything's alright
I wonder how I feel today
No other can be by my side
I know that everything's okay

It don't even be that way

I'm gonna see you tonight
Moments that I can't deny
What is this really like?

You take me by the hand
No reason to pretend
You pulled me in and said:

When I'm far away from you
I don't even know the truth
When I've got nothing to lose
I always come back to you

At times when everything's alright
I wonder how I feel today
No other can be by my side
I know that everything's okay

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lyrics:

you chew me up…
you chew me up and spit me out
i’m tired of seeing what you’ve done
i’m tired of seeing what you won’t
i’m tired of living in your home 

i’m tired of living in your heart 
i’m tired of being what you won’t
i’m tired of being what you found  
oh oh oh oh oh oh

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking  

stop…
being what i need
stop trying to appease
stop being who i love 
stop being who i love 

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you want

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking…  


you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic

CATASTROPHIC

How it began (Prod. YoungTaylor)

Instrumental Intro]
(gentle acoustic & lead guitar harmonies)

⸻

[Bridge]
Your voice – so warm, so mesmerizing,
Still echoes deep inside my mind.
I’d listen to your words forever,
Each time I hear them, I rewind.

Just two words – “my love,”
The ones you said to me
When I was too afraid to speak.

⸻

[Instrumental Intermezzo]

⸻

[Bridge]
You waited by the town square clock,
While I was late and running wild,
Wind in your hair, a dream in your eyes,
Looking like a fearless child.

Sweating but smiling, you didn’t leave —
We met again, hearts on fire.
And that’s when you first whispered softly:
“I love you” — words that never tire.

⸻

[Bridge – reprise]
You waited by the town square clock,
With tangled hair and dreams so free,
I still remember every second —
The way you turned and smiled at me.

⸻

[Instrumental Guitar Solo]
(melodic lead with emotional bends and slides)

⸻

[Bridge – reprise / final]
Your voice – so warm, so mesmerizing,
Still plays like a song in my mind.
And I repeat those words in silence,
Again and again, through time.

⸻

[Instrumental Outro]
(fade out with layered guitar picking and soft ambient chords)

two-worlds ( 2 )

Light bends
It dances on my face
Shadows fade
I feel their trace
Walls I built
They tumble slow
Where does it end
Where does it go

I held the stars
They burned my hand
But now I let them land

Surrender to the sky
To the sky
Let it carry me high
Carry me high
Surrender to the sky
Oh why
I’m free
I’m free

Tangled roots
I dug so deep
Dreams I buried
Now they seep
Out of the cracks
Into the air
Floating wild
Without a care

I closed my heart
Locked it away
But love found its way

Surrender to the sky
To the sky
Let it carry me high
Carry me high
Surrender to the sky
Oh why
I’m free
I’m free

Surrender to the Sky

Fading Lines

Te rappelles-tu quand tu te rappelais d’avant la vie
Le paraît-il temps où tu ne savais pas la mort

Te souviens-tu l’odeur de ton premier souvenir
Le parfum du bonheur de ton dernier fou rire

Te reviennent-ils ces ça farte qu’on essayait de casser
Le paraître des heures où on savait jouer

Te rappelles-tu que tu te rappelais d’avant la vie
Te souviens-tu l’odeur de ton premier souvenir

Le paraît-il temps où tu ne savais pas la mort
Le parfum du bonheur de ton dernier fou rire

Avant d’être emportée
Avant d’être retournée
Dans les étoiles
Sans les et toi

Te rappelles-tu cette paresse
Que l’ivresse de la mort
Toute cette tendresse
Que la caresse du sort

Te rappelles-tu cette paresse
Dans les étoiles
Que l’ivresse de la mort
T’avait redonné

Toute cette tendresse
Sans les et toi
Que la caresse du sort
T’avait transporté

L'ivresse paresse de la tendresse de cette caresse

Burnley rain. October grey.
Billy Hamilton stares at his cold chips, steam on the café glass, thinking:
"Thursday, 1 July 1982… Madrid… sunny, sweaty, glorious." 🌞

He scored five goals for Northern Ireland his entire career — FIVE —
but two of them came in one mad afternoon against Austria.
Two goals so big, he’s basically been living inside them ever since.

This song?
It’s not just music.
It’s a jangle-pop time machine with post-punk legs,
taking you straight back to that day when Belfast roared,
Austria fell, and Billy’s socks smelled like destiny.

🎸 Expect:
• Jangle guitars looping like Billy’s goal replays 🎶
• Post-punk basslines sweating under the Madrid sun 🥁
• A chorus louder than 10,000 Belfast fans with sunburns yelling:

“NORTHERN IRELAND! NORTHERN IRELAND!”

And yes, Billy had plans:
Not an Irish pub.
A Northern Irish pub.
In Vienna. Or Graz. With Belfast stout on tap,
where every jukebox is stuck on track one: “Billy Hamilton 2 – Austria 2 (in his dreams)”. 🍺

Press play.
Feel the heat.
Taste the stout.
And join Billy whispering to an empty room:
"Austria… I’ll be back for you…”

Lyrics:

Burnley rain, October grey,
Billy’s chips are cold on the tray,
Steam on the glass, the paper’s thin,
Spain ‘82 keeps pulling him in.

Madrid heat, the crowd, the noise,
Two little goals for the Belfast boys,
Only five in green his whole career,
But these two shine, sharp and clear.

Every night, the same old frame,
A Spanish pitch, the Irish name,
Austria falling, the dream alive,
For ninety minutes — Belfast survived…

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Five little goals in a lifetime long,
But two still sing like an old terrace song,
He sees the bar, the polished wood,
A Northern Irish pub where the pints taste good.

Not Dublin whiskey, not London gin,
Belfast stout where the dreams begin,
Maybe Vienna, maybe Graz,
Billy laughs, tips his glass.

The lights fade, but the crowd’s still loud,
A thousand faces, a sea of proud,
Billy whispers to the empty room:
“Austria, I’ll be back for you…”

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Oh-oh-oh…
Billy boy, Billy boy,
Two goals to build a life on!

How it began (Prod. YoungTaylor)

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