Nightshift

Hazelbeast - 333

Instrumental Guitar Track, for background music, for collaboration.

Instrumental Background Guitar, for Collaboration

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Deeper Jazz WIP

I Still Remember Love by Nova J

I wake up in a room I don’t know
The curtains bright, the light is low
She smiles at me and says my name
I don’t recall hers, I feel ashamed 

She helps me sit and brings my plate
I try to eat but barely taste
She holds my hand and doesn’t rush
And somehow it feels just enough

I still remember love
Even when the rest fades out
I still remember love
And that’s what life’s about

A man walks in and calls me “dear”
His face is kind, his voice is clear
I don’t know the place or day
But feel safe with him anyway

I get confused out in the hall
Forget the way, forget it all
They find me there and bring me back
No one laughs or gives me flak

I still remember love
Even when my mind’s not right
I still remember love
Like a porch light in the night

There’s a song that plays inside my head
I hum along though words are dead
I don’t know where the tune came from
But singing it still keeps me calm

I still remember love
Even when I lose my place
I still remember love
When I see a caring face

So if I forget your name
Or don’t know where we are
Please don’t feel ashamed
Just stay right where you are
I forget a lot
But when push comes to shove
I still remember love
I still remember love

I STILL REMEMBER LOVE

I’D DO IT AGAIN by Nova J

I never took the good days for granted
Grateful for our quiet, simple life
But these days I’m panicked
staring at my phone… all night

No news… worse than bad news
Confusion… worse than pain
Always…worryin’ bout you
Will I ever… see you again?

You and me
We’ve been torn apart
Now I bleed 
With a broken heart

And if it’s time
To say goodbye
You’ll always be
The love of my life…

I keep on writing
My messages unread
My mind racing
Are you alive… are you dead?

No calls. No clues. No power.
My mind is racing fast.
Each minute’s like an hour.
How long… can this last?

You and me
We’ve been torn apart
Now I bleed
With a broken heart

And if it’s time
To say goodbye
You’ll always be
The love of my life

Even through struggle
Even through pain
With you beside me…
I’d do it again
I’d do it again
Mmm…
I’d do it… again

You and me
We’ve been torn apart
Now I bleed
With a broken heart

And if it’s time
To say goodbye
You’ll always be
The love of my life…

The love of my life…
The love of my life…
The love of my life…

I’d do it again

SAFE SPACE by Nova J 

Get with the program
Sorry, but no ma’am
My life’s not broken
(My life’s not broken)

So why you tryna fix it
Throwin’ snap decisions
You seem so committed
(You seem so committed)

And now you’re tearin’ up my safe space
Doing damage I cannot erase
I don’t wanna go back
(No, don’t wanna go back)
To that dark place
But you keep tearin’ up my safe space

(this is my safe space — ahhh)
(this is my safe space — mm-mm)
(my-my-my… safe space — shhhhhh)
(this… this… this is safe — safe — safe)
(mmm this is my…)
(…safe space — safe space — safe space)

Pushing your opinion
Like it’s your dominion
I’ve got my own rhythm
(I’ve got my own rhythm)

You call it tough love
I call it just dumb
And now the time has come
(And now the time has come)

That you are tearin’ up my safe space
Doing damage I cannot erase
I don’t wanna go back
(No, don’t wanna go back)
To that dark place
But you keep tearin’ up my safe space

(this is my safe space — ahhh)
(this is my safe space — mm-mm)
(my-my-my… safe space — shhhhhh)
(this… this… this is safe — safe — safe)
(mmm this is my…)
(…safe space — safe space — safe space)

I don’t wanna go back to 2022
On my knees cryin’ — I was barely over you
I prayed my way out, with God’s good grace
Now you say get out, of my safe space

(this is my safe space — ahhh)
(this is my safe space — mm-mm)
(my-my-my… safe space — shhhhhh)
(this… this… this is safe — safe — safe)
(mmm this is my…)
(…safe space — safe space — safe space)

My life’s not broken
(So why you tryna fix it)
Pushing your opinion
(Like it’s your dominion)

And now you’re tearin’ up my safe space
Doing damage I cannot erase
I don’t wanna go back
(No, don’t wanna go back)
To that dark place
But you keep tearin’ up my safe space

SAFE SPACE

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

Passionate Apathy

🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Me as I try to explain my very normal morning.... until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

If you survived this session and want more emotional caffeine, Therapy continues here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie-coffee-first-sanity-later

☕😵 The breakdowns get messier, the appliances get louder, and the spoon’s still not over it.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

A dark, sensual soul confession of forbidden desire.

“I Am the Sin You Crave” is a slow-burning descent into the space between temptation and surrender. Blending smoky neo-soul, cinematic noir-pop, and gospel-tinged intensity, the song gives voice to a presence that isn’t love – it’s escape, obsession, and ruin, all whispered in candlelight.

With trembling restraint and aching intimacy, this track isn't a love song –
it's the craving you’ll never confess.

🎙️ I AM THE SIN YOU CRAVE

(Dark Soul / Cinematic Noir-Pop)


---

Verse 1

You lit a candle, called it control
But shadows danced, and I took hold
You wore your silence like a crown
But I slipped in when the lights went down
You kissed the rules with trembling grace
While I was breathing on your face


---

Chorus 1

I am the sin you crave,
The pulse you hush, the heat you save
The thought you bury in your sleep
But I’m the voice beneath the sheets
So call me wrong, deny the flame
I am the sin…
you crave.


---

Verse 2

You lit a match in someone else’s bed
But still I flicker inside your head
You hold her close, but taste my flame
Your pulse forgets to lie my name
You trace her skin, but feel my hips
I linger ghostlike on your lips


---

Chorus 2

I am the sin you crave,
The name you drown but never brave
The breath you steal, the vow you bend
I’m not your secret – I’m your end
No blessing saves the love you fake
I am the sin…
you crave.


---

Bridge

You washed your hands in chapel wine
But still I rise between each line
You beg for peace, but chant my name
With every gasp, you feed the flame
You kneel and cry, but arch and break
I am the tremble that you fake


---

Final Chorus

I am the sin you crave,
The vow you break when no one’s brave
The taste you hide on borrowed lips
The pulse beneath your fingertips
So hush your shame, don’t look away
I am… the sin you crave


---

Outro (spoken + whispered)

I’m not what breaks you.
I’m what you won’t admit you need.
(whispered)
The sin…
you crave.


🎙️ I AM THE SIN YOU CRAVE

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

-= I aspire to inspire, before I expire =-

                     ~ 4 m @ g i @ ~

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