Stupid with a Sore Heart

Call of the Night

Call Of The Night

Crave Me

I've decided to buy a house up on the moon :)

The Moon

Devoted is the latest single by Australian pop artist Beks. 

LYRICS:
VERSE 1 - Nobodies baby and that’s ok with me
I cut the chord to your memories
Thought it be harder but ya make it easy
When you call, I’m on a roll, let you go

PRE CHORUS - You keep telling Me(your love is like)
All I need(but I be like)
Can’t you see, I’m not devoted to you

CHORUS - Fall In, Fall Out.
I’m not devoted to you

VERSE 2 - Not ever after but I'm happy to leave
Keys on the floor I burned your favourite tee
Who's coming after you is better for me
When you call, I'm on a roll, let you go

PRE CHORUS - You keep telling Me(your love is like)
All I need(but I be like)
Can’t you see, I’m not devoted to you

CHORUS - Fall In, fall out.
I’m not devoted to you

And now that I'm free
Nobody to follow
Can finally believe in me
And that's your queue to leave

CHORUS - Fall In, fall out.
I’m not devoted to you

Performed by Beks.
Produced by Aaron Northie.

Devoted

Justin and Hailey

Crystal Clear

Taylor Roche further cements his musical roots and retro-Pop aesthetic in his new endeavour ‘Sucker for a Lonely Heart.’ His new single encapsulates a blend of 80s and 90s nostalgia with a heavy nod to influences such as Prince, INXS, Chicago and The Backstreet Boys fused with his love for modern Synth-Pop and R&B from artists like The Weeknd, Troye Sivan and The 1975. 

‘sucker for a lonely heart’ is Taylor’s nostalgic, Retro-Pop statement of 2021. It explores the crushing awareness that the person you’re so emotionally invested in has moved, leaving you in a floating space of romanticising something that’s no longer there, lost in an endless game of chase. Taylor joined forces with Auckland-based Pop and R&B producer Will Henderson in bringing this idea to life in the studio.  Keeping true to Taylor’s retro-Pop aesthetic, they built this track replicating a stack of 80s drums and arpeggiating, analogue synths. These drive heavily into the choruses fused with big vocal doubles that create a space of urgency, letting moments punch through on lines like “is it half-time yet?.” It’s these moments in the song that resonate the feelings of urgency and hysteria anyone would feel in this exact situation that ‘Sucker for a Lonely Heart’ tells.

Sucker for a Lonely Heart

Bring the Sun 2025 (China Remake 2)

Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door 

Rain on the sill doin’ soft percussion,
 little tap-tap sermon, low-key discussion.
 Roof says “shh,” gutter hums bass,
 streetlight drips down the glass on my face.
 Love, I swear, I ain’t healed, I’m just here,
 I’m just breathin’, still, in the same old chair.
 Still got bags under both my eyes,
 still got nights where the brave bit lies.
 But listen , we made it through one more round,
 curtains closed while the whole world frowned.
 Didn’t cure grief, didn’t cure pain,
 but we held hands and we let it rain.
 Didn’t fix much, didn’t fix me,
 but we stayed soft and we made tea.
 That’s worth thanks. I mean it true.
 I’m still in love with the sight of you.
 I’m still in love with the sound of “stay,”
 low voice, hallway, end of day.
 Tiny miracles, proper small,
 ain’t that mad? We kept them all.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.
(zitar arpeggios brighten a little here, almost like tiny bells)

This ain’t joy with fireworks, bang, ta-da,
 it’s calm in a hoodie, socks in a draught.
 It’s “you eat first, I’ll nick what’s left,”
 it’s holding my breath when you look that wrecked.
 It’s you on the mat with your hair all wild,
 muttering slow like a sleepy child.
 It’s me not askin’, just passin’ toast,
 kiss on your temple, “you did most.”
 It’s us in the shop with a two-quid coin,
 laughin’ ‘cos we can’t afford the join.
 It’s “we’ll be fine,” and kind of mean it,
 blagging tomorrow ‘til we’ve seen it.
 It’s rain hittin’ puddles in sync with the heart,
 same bpm since the very first start.
 Same old hum in the bones, that drum,
 sayin’ “we’re knackered, love, but we’re not done.”
 And that’s grace, yeah? I’ll call it grace,
 not in church, in this place.
 In this flat, in this late night room,
 where rain makes halo in the gloom.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.
(rain ambience swells slightly, like the weather's answering)

We’ve been through it, yeah? understatin’.
 Whole bodies made out of waiting.
 Whole weeks built on “later, later,”
 whole chests tight like radiator.
 Had nights I was half dissolved,
 whole life askin’ to be solved.
 Had mornings you couldn’t get up, no chance ,
 eyes on the floor, in a grief trance.
 Still, we’re here. That matters most.
 Two spoons. One jam. One piece of toast.
 Soft playlist playin’ on a pound-shop phone,
 two of us crowded ‘round it like home.
 Still, we’re kind. That’s not nothin’.
 Still, we’re warm. That’s not bluffin’.
 Still, we check “you good?” at three,
 half-asleep but honestly.
 Still, we cover each other in quilts,
 even with all that ache we built.
 Still, we’re sayin’ “I love you, stay,”
 not big speech, just everyday.

Small blessings, babe , let it rain, let it rain.
 Drip on the window sayin’ “stay, stay, stay.”
 Hands round a mug, forehead to mine,
 quiet little moments keep the whole thing fine.
 Small blessings, babe , not loud, not grand,
 just “I’m still here” and “I’ll still stand.”
 Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain ,
 love sounds like water on the window pane.

small blessings (ft. rain)

“Kırık Aynalar”, kaybolan bir aşkın ardından yaşanan özlem ve kırgınlığı anlatan duygusal bir şarkı. Erkek vokalin samimi tonu, her sözde içtenliği hissettiriyor.

Justin and Hailey

Teddy Bee