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Como  Fue Parce Lukankasi

Sakuras Blaze

Funk-fueled confession meets groove-heavy regret.
A gritty rhythm, a tight bassline, and a man trying to own his mistakes—one groove at a time.
Call it funk rock. Call it soul with bite. Just don’t call him darling.

Call My Name

Premiere / Deep Skinny's - One on

"Could Be Loving You" is a heart-wrenching soul/pop ballad about regret, forgiveness, and hope for love’s second chance.
Raw, honest lyrics deliver the story of a man pleading at his lover’s doorway, desperate to be taken back.
Each verse reveals emotional intensity and vulnerability, showing the struggle for reconciliation.
Soulful vocals and cinematic production blend beautifully, inviting listeners into the moment.
The melody and arrangement emphasize pain, yearning, and the deep desire to make things right.
Listeners experience a powerful narrative filled with apology, longing, and tender self-reflection.
Verses and choruses build gradually—moving from regretful silence to impassioned hope.
Authentic delivery and expressive harmonies define the track’s adult contemporary character.
This song resonates with fans who crave honest storytelling and richly heartfelt pop-soul.
"Could Be Loving You" is unforgettable for its sincerity, dynamic emotion, and artistic connection.

Listen on your platform:
Push.fm: https://push.fm/fl/ugzbhjwo
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2qzn8X3AOQUokEPJlIHsY8?si=NJDzjK9TRwi7Of1D6hSWMw
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/keith-jones-281413858
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@KeithJones-xs1jr
PayPal: https://paypal.me/KeithJonesTorquayQLD

Lyrics
Could Be Loving You

Did you know (Did you know)
I’m bad (I’m bad)
Had you here, in my arms and treated you wrong
No wonder, no wonder at all you left me on my own (yeeeeaaaahhhh)

Now, I wonder around home
My chin dragging on the ground
A smile is nowhere to be found
All this time, I could be loving you (yeeeeaahh loving yoooooouuu)

I should have been better
Treated you like my Queen
Instead, I was blind and lost my find
Now you are gone, you are gone (yeeeeaaaahhhh gone)

Now, I wonder around home
My chin dragging on the ground
A smile is nowhere to be found
All this time, I could be loving you (yeeeeaahh loving yoooooouuu)

I know, yeah I know, I, I, I, did you wrong (so wrong)
Must of blown my mind, blown my mind
Now, here all alone, don’t think I can carry on (need you in my life)
Got to get down on my knees, and beg you pretty please (pleeeeeaaasssee)
It is all I can do, is fall down at your door and plead
Let me make you believe again, be my Queen again
Cause all I do now is cry, cause I know I did you wrong (so wrong yeeeeaaahhh)

Don’t want to wonder around home
My chin dragging on the ground
With a smile nowhere to be found
All this time, I could be loving you (yeeeeaahh loving yoooooouuu)

Want to be loving yoooouuu yeeeeaaaahhh yeeeeaahh

Keywords
heartfelt soul-pop, emotional confession, vocals with vulnerability, love’s second chance, pleading at doorway, pain and forgiveness, cinematic production, authentic storytelling, adult contemporary ballad, real love struggle, tearful apology, expressive harmonies, pop-soul sincerity, dynamic emotion, hope and redemption

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Could Be Loving You

Could Be Loving You - heart in my hands, wishing I loved you right the first time.

(prod. perli)
i guesssss
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https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/rosegld1/is-that-really-good-for-me

self love is the only love you need

is that really good for me?

click me 💕

Take It There (Make Dilla Proud Remix)

What fault is it of mine?

Just some twitter musings on the present lawlessness in general.

Lyrics:

A journo was making a rather wooden take
That our very cultural survival was at stake
Reciting cliches, chapter and verse
And the state of his cause got progressively worse
As i passively catalogued his obvious failings

As i witnessed his histrionic railing
I admired his persistence 
Tearing on the weenies
Burying the gawking grifters
And telling those randy stoats to get wrecked
And extolling in all parts the liminal grace of 
The champions of full-gilled bravado
And forthright deportment
And bewailing the existence of
Beanie wearing peacoat-bedecked hipsters
Walking around carrying artisanal baked goods
And oat milk cortados in broad daylight in Portland

But the reality of course was rather more dire
Notably an individual in lingerie
Covered in sores stomping a windshield 
And generally ruining some hapless driver's day
Before attempting to light a man on fire
The nearby police 
Bereft of civic desire
Watched for a moment
Before calmly walking away

Banalities Of The Peacoat-Bedecked

Welcome to the place where hip-hop meets deep reflection. Here, we feature music that isn't afraid to ask the big questions. The kind of tracks that tackle life's struggles, the search for meaning, and the idea that there's no progress without a struggle. This is for listeners who appreciate powerful lyrics and a sound that speaks to the soul.

DJMASTERX1 DEAR LORD

I talk too loud, I laugh too long
I dance off-beat to the wrong damn song
I change my mind like the weather shifts
And I build my dreams out of paper clips

I say the thing you're not supposed to say
Then wonder why you walked away
But hey, I’m not here to play it cool
I’m the chaos kid in the kindness school

[Chorus]
Weird like me — we’re a beautiful mess
A little too much, but never less
We clash, we spark, we twist, we turn
We break the mould, we crash, we burn
But oh, what a ride, what a wild parade
We’re the best mistake the world ever made

I wear my heart like a neon sign
I chase ideas that never align
I love too hard, I fight too loud
I stand alone in a laughing crowd

You roll your eyes, I roll the dice
I make a scene, then apologize
But deep inside this tangled thread
Is a loyal soul and a restless head

So here’s to the ones who don’t fit in
Who colour outside and never win
Who cry at ads and laugh at pain
Who dance in storms and sing in rain

[Chorus]
Weird like me — we’re a beautiful mess
A little too much, but never less
We clash, we spark, we twist, we turn
We break the mould, we crash, we burn
But oh, what a ride, what a wild parade
We’re the best mistake the world ever made

[Outro]
So if you’re weird, come sit by me
We’ll build a world where we’re all free
To be too much, to be too loud
To stand out proud in the quiet crowd
We’re weird, we’re wild, we’re wonderfully true
And the world’s more fun with folks like you

Weird Like Me

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