Love the guitar sounds like you have been playing for a long time my friend.

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“The Broken Angel” — dark-folk, tragic, devotional.
A lament about compassion withheld and the quiet catastrophes that follow. It traces the fall of a celestial wanderer through a world too preoccupied to notice, too guarded to care. Each verse turns the listener toward the uncomfortable truth: mercy means nothing when it arrives too late. At its heart, it’s a meditation on human indifference — the sorrow of being seen but not helped — and the holiness that survives even in a dying angel’s last steps.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

He came from storms the heavens feared,
His wings were torn, his eyes were seared.
The dust of stars was in his hair,
The fire of truth still burning there.

He walked through towns both proud and small,
And no one saw his fall at all.
They turned their heads, they closed their gates,
And left him to the hands of fate.

In every street, in every place,
He searched for one forgiving face.
He asked for water, none replied,
The broken angel walked and cried.

He passed the rich, he passed the poor,
He knocked but none would hear his door.
The bells of faith had long since died,
And mercy drained where hearts had dried.

The children stared, the old ones prayed,
For someone else to give him aid.
The rain held back, the sky grew wide,
The earth was deaf, the wells were dry.

In every heart he found a wall,
No voice to answer when he’d call.
He asked for water, none replied,
The broken angel walked and cried.

And those who saw him could not see,
They looked and found their own misery.
The battle won, the victors wept,
For all the promises they kept.

And when he fell beside the road,
The world grew still, the wind just slowed.

Now every prayer begins the same,
They whisper softly, call his name.
He asked for water, none replied,
The broken angel drank and died.

The storm returned, the heavens wept,
The earth received the tears he kept.
And every drop the sky has cried
Still falls for those who turned aside.

The Broken Angel

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“Dust on My Shoes” — Urban Rock Latino with dark Americana grit.
A street-born anthem for those who outgrew the walls built for them. It walks the line between city pulse and desert wind, mixing reggaeton heartbeat with dust-road truth. This is the diploma earned through nights, scars, hustlers, heartbreaks, and every place the world became a better teacher than the classroom ever tried to be. At its heart, it’s about claiming the life that shaped you — and wearing the road as proof.

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━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

Mama said “stay in class, don’t play the fool,”
But the walls felt tight in that broken school.
Chalk on the board, but no truth inside,
So I learned more walking than I ever did tied.

The streets taught heat, the nights taught cold,
Life gave lessons no teacher ever told.
You can’t cage a mind that was born to move
So I dropped that desk for the open groove.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But they never walked out with dirt on their hands.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

Books had rules that life never keeps,
But the alleys wrote poems in shadows and beats.
Reggaeton pulse in a runaway heart,
Dark Americana in the places I start.

I learned numbers from hustlers counting their pay,
I learned faith from a preacher with nothing to say.
I learned love from a girl who danced in the rain
No classroom ever taught that kind of pain.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But truth only comes when you fall and stand.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

I ain’t telling kids to run from the light,
But sometimes the world teaches better at night.
If school didn’t fit the shape of my soul,
Then the road became home, and the road made me whole.

Dust on my shoes, wind on my chest,
Learned from the world when I couldn’t rest.
No golden badge, but I paid my dues
Yeah, life carved the man in these wandering shoes.

Dust on My Shoes

Find yourself in this amazing track about spiritual awakening from psychedelics

Through The Shadows

Ballad 
Chill
Guitar 
Acoustic 
Love Song
Variété Française 
Calm 
R&b
Pop moderne 

"Envie d'être avec Toi " Charléza Refaeli

Lyrics:

The lights on the tree
They flicker and fade
Shadows stretch long
Where memories are made
An empty room
A hollow sound
No laughter
No footsteps
Just silence around

Why am I forgotten
On this cold Christmas Eve
Left with my questions
My heart on my sleeve
Where did they go
Where could they be
Why am I forgotten
Is it them or is it me

The sofa sinks low
It remembers my weight
Tears trace the wrinkles that time etched in my face
The clock ticks slow
Mocking my grief
Each second a whisper
A stolen belief

I hung the stockings
I lit the flame
But no one answered when I called their name

Why am I forgotten
On this cold Christmas Eve
Left with my questions
My heart on my sleeve
Where did they go
Where could they be
Why am I forgotten
Is it them or is it me

The carolers sing somewhere out in the night
Their voices are warm but they’re far from my sight
I reach for the past
But it’s slipping away
Like snow in my hand
It won’t ever stay

Why am I forgotten
On this cold Christmas Eve
Left with my questions
My heart on my sleeve
Where did they go
Where could they be
Why am I forgotten
Is it them or is it me
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Track: Forgotten on Christmas Eve
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Forgotten on Christmas Eve

Verse 1
I’ve been wearing borrowed faces
Trading truths for quiet rooms
Every mirror’s got opinions
Every silence has a wound
I swallow thoughts I shouldn’t
Just to keep the peace intact
But the person that you’re holding
Is a fading artifact

Pre-Chorus
I’m tired of folding into shapes that never fit
I’m tired of shrinking just to say I exist

Chorus
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am, not who I could
Pretend to be if I rehearsed
Every line, every word
I don’t want to change my voice
Just to give you what you want
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am, not who I’m not

Verse 2
I’ve been living half awake
Second-guessing every breath
Translating my own heartbeat
Like it’s coded in regret
I’ve apologized for breathing
For my history, for my name
Walked on coals to earn affection
Burned myself but still no flame

Pre-Chorus
I’m tired of holding up a mask that never stays
I’m tired of acting like I like the empty praise

Chorus
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am, not who I could
Pretend to be if I rehearsed
Every line, every word
I don’t want to change my voice
Just to give you what you want
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am, not who I’m not

Bridge
If I show you the scars
Will you still stay?
If I tell you my fears
Will you look away?
If I stop trying so hard
Will I still matter?
Or will I disappear
Like broken chatter?

Breakdown
No more mirrors, no more lies
Let the masked version of me finally die

Final Chorus
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am, not who you think I should
I can’t fake another smile
I can’t live another trial
I don’t want to play pretend
Just to feel relevant
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am, not who I’ve been

Outro
Let me breathe, let me speak
Let me stay if I’m weak
I just want to be understood
Loved for who I am
That’s enough
That’s enough

For Who I Am

Une guitare, un piano, sur des harmonies classiques, et un texte confidentiel et grand public à la fois, c'est tout cela "Un peu de toi"..
Paroles:
Elle disait un jour c'est sur, tu seras ailleurs quelqu'un d'autre,
j'suis pas certaine, de pouvoir te suivre.
Cette histoire qu'on a voulu, qui mit longtemps à être notre,
J'suis plus très sure de vouloir la vivre.
Mais quand tu laisseras les rues de notre ville,
J'aurai je sais quand même, le coeur comme en exil.

Un peu de toi, pour moins de route,
Pour moins de vide, pour moins de doutes.
Un peu de toi, dans le silence,
Des jours immenses, d'indifférence.
Un peu de toi.

Elle disait un jour c'est sur, naîtront les mots qui porteront,
Beaucoup trop loin, pour que tu ne reviennes.
Il existe pourtant un train, une route qui te ramèneront,
D'être encore à t'attendre, j'suis plus certaine.
Et quand tu trouveras les rues de notre ville,
J'aurai je sais quand même le coeur comme en exil.

Un peu de toi, pour moins de route,
Pour moins de vide, pour moins de doutes.
Un peu de toi, dans le silence,
Des jours immenses, d'indifférence.
Un peu de toi.

Elle disait un jour c'est sur, tu seras ailleurs quelqu'un d'autre.

Christian PERUTI  - A.C.I.

A guitar, a piano, over classical harmonies, and lyrics that are both intimate and accessible to the public, that's all of 'A Little of You'..

Lyrics:

She said one day for sure, you'll be somewhere else, with someone else,  
I'm not sure I can follow you.  
This story we wanted, which took a long time to become ours,  
I'm no longer very sure I want to live it.  
But when you leave the streets of our city,  
I will still, I know, have my heart as if in exile.


A little of you, for less distance,  
For less emptiness, for fewer doubts.  
A little of you, in the silence,  
Immense days of indifference.  
A little of you.

She said one day, that's for sure, the words will be born that will carry,  
Far too far, so that you won't come back.  
Yet there is a train, a road that will bring you back,  
Of still waiting for you, I'm no longer certain.  
And when you find the streets of our city,  
I will, I know, still have my heart as if in exile.

A little of you, for less distance,  
For less emptiness, for fewer doubts.  
A little of you, in the silence,  
Immense days of indifference.  
A little of you.

She said one day for sure, you'll be somewhere else, with someone else, .

Christian PERUTI 



Un peu de toi

High-energy, sassy Pop dance anthem with a dark, driving beat and heavy synth bassline. Features confident female group vocals and 2000s electronic production style. Perfect for empowerment playlists.  

© 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

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