Setlist 25

Her mit dem Sommer

*** Lyrics by Carlton Carr ***

It’s true that truth is only perception
But what you do when no one’s watching you
Because you’re living life behind a mask
Is the truth without deception

My heart is bruised
It’s capacity for pain is used up
And abused
Chewed up and spewed out

Do you see me
Or is this only a reflection that you see
Be with me in my private moments
Hold me in my torment and my fear

Do you see me
In the words that fly across this screen
Catch them and hold them in your heart
Before they fall apart and disappear

It’s unusual for me to feel safe enough
To be me in all my vulnerability

My heart is bruised
It’s capacity for pain is used up
And abused
Chewed up and spewed out

Do You See Me (Acoustic Version)

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Die Welt ist weit

A selection of Reggaeton songs🎵✨🎶

Dust, Light, Magic II

Some moments never fade.

Still Smells Like June is a memory in denim and sunlight — a song about old ticket stubs, borrowed spoons, and the kind of summer you still carry in your clothes.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and smell the season again.

Manche Momente verblassen nie.

Still Smells Like June ist eine Erinnerung in Jeans und Sonnenlicht – ein Song über alte Kinokarten, geliehene Löffel und einen Sommer, der immer noch in deiner Jacke steckt.

Laut aufdrehen, Augen schließen – und der Juni ist wieder da.

Still Smells Like June

Emotional, haunting ballad. 
Lyrics by DjSas song by Joy 

Remastered to be a story told. New. 

-Left Me To Die  ( Why?)

This pain in my heart. It continues to this day. 
This is my story.

Twenty years have passed, have passed
Since that day,And I still I don't know
Why.It's hard,Not to forget,That you didn't
Care.You didn't Try To see if I was Alive.
Why?
Why?
You left me All alone To die.
Why?
You left me , to Be with Someone else.
Why?
Twenty years have passed,have passed,Since that day,And I still,Still to
this day,I don't know.
Why?
Not knowing,If you knew,That you left me,
You left me to die.Why?. 
Why?
 You left me,to Be with,Someone else
Why?
Not knowing,If you knew,That you left me to die.You left me,to Be with,Someone else.
Why?
Not knowing,If you knew,That you left me to die. You left me,to Be with Someone else.
Why?
Not Knowing If You Knew That You Left Me to  Die .You Left Me to Be  With Someone Else. You Didn't Try To See If I Was Alive. You Came Back Into My Life Telling Me About Your Love For Me, To Tell Me That Wedding Bells Rang For You When it should have been You And Me. Should have been you and I!
 Why?
 You Left Me To Die To Be With Someone Else Not Knowing If I Had Died.
 Why?
 Twenty Years Have Gone By Since That Day And I Still Don't Know Why To This Day That You Left Me To Die. 
Why?
Wedding Bells rang For You When it was meant to be, you and i. You Didn't Care About Me So You Left Me To Die. My Life has Never been The Same. Able To Forget.Able to forgive. Able To Truly Love. To Believe That Someone Who Said they Loved You, Left You To Die .
Why Did You Leave Me To Die? To Be With Someone Else, wedding Bells rang For You. You Came Back Into My Life To Tell Me You Still Loved Me.
 Why? 
You Left Me To Die. Is That What You call Love?. A part of me died inside, that day. Died.
I STILL HAVE NEVER GOT A REASON, AS TO WHY YOU LEFT ME TO DIE…….Closed the door behind you.

Left_Me_To_Die_( This Is My Story - Why? )

Vintage Shirts is a breakup song with backbone. Honest, stylish, and full of little punches that land softly and stay with you. Annie Cole sings about letting go, not with heartbreak but with clarity—and just the right amount of swagger. A song for everyone who’s moved on and doesn’t need closure to keep dancing.

Vintage Shirts ist ein Trennungssong mit Rückgrat. Ehrlich, stilvoll und voller kleiner Sätze, die sitzen und nachwirken. Annie Cole singt vom Loslassen – nicht mit gebrochenem Herzen, sondern mit Klarheit und genau dem richtigen Hauch Lässigkeit. Ein Song für alle, die weitergezogen sind und keinen Schlussstrich brauchen, um weiterzutanzen.

Vintage Shirts

Back then, somewhere – it’s still echoing.

A song like a sunset memory on two wheels. “Back Then Somewhere” looks back at a time of scraped knees, first kisses, and busted speakers. A coming-of-age soundtrack full of warmth and loss, full of what-ifs and wide-eyed wonder. Somewhere between heartland vibes and highway nostalgia – this is for anyone who’s ever missed a moment that made them who they are.

Damals, irgendwo – und es hallt noch immer nach.

Ein Song wie eine Sommererinnerung auf zwei Rädern. „Back Then Somewhere“ blickt zurück auf eine Zeit voller Kratzer, erster Küsse und kaputter Lautsprecher. Eine Coming-of-Age-Hymne voller Wärme und Wehmut, voller Was-wäre-wenns und jugendlicher Sehnsucht. Irgendwo zwischen Heartland-Sound und Highway-Nostalgie – für alle, die wissen, dass manche Momente bleiben.

Back Then Somewhere

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

Nothing but Stories is the debut release by Sadie Quinn – a voice made of dust, distance, and memory. Blending Americana, folk, and quiet poetry, this track traces the moments we leave behind and the stories we carry with us.

With lines that feel like open roads and melodies like old letters, Sadie Quinn reminds us that fame fades, but feelings don’t.
This is a song for late-night listeners, back-porch dreamers, and anyone who ever wondered what remains when everything else is gone.

“In the end, we’re nothing but stories.”


Nothing but Stories ist die erste Veröffentlichung von Sadie Quinn – einer Stimme aus Staub, Weite und Erinnerung. Zwischen Americana, Folk und flüsternder Poesie erzählt der Song von den Momenten, die vergehen, und den Geschichten, die bleiben.

Mit Zeilen wie Landstraßen und Melodien wie alte Briefe erinnert Sadie Quinn daran, dass Ruhm vergeht – Gefühle aber nicht.
Ein Lied für Nachtschwärmer, Veranda-Träumer und alle, die sich fragen, was bleibt, wenn alles andere verschwunden ist.

„Am Ende sind wir nichts als Geschichten.“

Nothing but Stories

“Soul Awakening”’s gospel glow returns here in ballad form. “Hold on to Me Anyway” opens with velvet piano, then ascends on a 30-voice choir, tremolo strings and timpani rolls. logical_miracle’s vocal—equal parts Sam Smith vulnerability and Alicia Keys power—offers a hug in audio. Wedding planners, playlist curators and sync supervisors looking for peak-emotion cues will find gold at the 3:05 key change.

Hold on to me Anyway

Die son skyn sagies en skitter teen jou lyf
Waar jy so soetjies lê en my teen die mure uitdryf
Maar ek ken niemand beter, niemand beter wil ek ken
Want jy't my uitgelok en jy't my vasgepen

La la la, hierdie lied is net vir jou
En die somer son skyn wat ons kom trou
En my woorde raak my rede wat alles wil behou
En my rede raak my soektog en my soektog lei my na jou

Maar ek vra maar nie jou naam nie want ek is veels te skaam
En daar is nie 'n raam nie wat jou skoonheid ooit kon dra
Maar ek weet waar jy vandaan is, dis alles deurmekaar
Wat ons bly anoniem, maar in drome ken ons mekaar

La la la, hierdie lied is net vir jou
En die somer son skyn wat ons kom trou
En my woorde raak my rede wat alles wil behou
En my rede raak my soektog en my soektog lei my na jou

Die nadroom word gevolg oor blinde berg en dal
Net vir my om stukend weer by jou voete neer te val
Maar ons vra maar nie die vrae nie want die antwoord kan nie verlos nie
En verlossing is gevraagd want dit kan jou jou vryheid kos

La la la, hierdie lied is net vir jou
En die somer son skyn wat ons kom trou
En my woorde raak my rede wat alles wil behou
En my rede raak my soektog en my soektog lei my na jou

Nothing but Stories

BRO

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