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Still smells like June

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Tell Me Why

Broken pieces

Und der Wind pfeift

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

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

Lyrics 

Yanlışları seçtim, doğrum ner′de?
I chose the wrongs, where is it right?

Kaybettim kendimi, dengem ner'de?
I lost myself, where is my balance?

Bazen düşer insan, yardım ner′de?
Sometimes a person falls, where is the help?

Kalkmam için yerden sebebim ner'de?
Where is my reason for getting up?


pre-chorus
"Bitti" derken, "Her şey elden gitti" derken sabrettim ben
When I said it was over, everything went away, I was patient.

Tam o anda, ummadığında, bi' güneş parlar bazen
At that moment, when you don't expect, sometimes a sun shines

"Bitti" derken, "Her şey elden gitti" derken sabrettim ben
When I said it was over, everything went away, I was patient.

Tam o anda, ummadığında, bi′ güneş parlar bazen
At that moment, when you don't expect, sometimes a sun shines


chorus
Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi′ güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes

Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi' güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes


verse
Yolcu benim madem, yollar ner′de?
Where are the roads for my passenger?

Kırdın kanatlarımı, ilacım ner'de?
Where did I break my wings medicine?


pre-chorus
"Bitti" derken, "Her şey elden gitti" derken sabrettim ben
When I said it was over, everything went away, I was patient.

Tam o anda, ummadığında, bi′ güneş parlar bazen
At that moment, when you don't expect, sometimes a sun shines

chorus
Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi' güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes

Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi′ güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes bridge

Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi' güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes

Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi' güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes


chorus
Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi′ güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes

Hayat şaşırtır hep zaten
Life always surprises

"Ben bittim, ay" derken
I'm over the moon

Hiç umudun kalmamışken
When you have no hope

Bi′ güneş parlar bazen
A sun shines sometimes

Hayat Şaşırtır - Aydilge

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

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

Peso Pluma Ft Juan Gabriel - Te Llore - Remix (Produced By Dj Hernández El Salvador)

“The Cold Don’t Lie” is a dust-covered journey through backroads, motel rooms, and quiet regrets. With razor-sharp lines like “Steerin’ by feel, not direction” and “The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave,” this song captures the raw honesty of running from a past that still burns. It’s not a love song—it’s what comes after. A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever driven just to forget.

„The Cold Don’t Lie“ ist ein staubiger Trip durch Hinterland, Motels und unausgesprochene Abschiede. Mit Zeilen wie „Steerin’ by feel, not direction“ und „The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave“ erzählt der Song von der Klarheit nach dem Sturm – wenn man weiterzieht, nicht aus Freiheit, sondern weil es keine Wahrheit mehr gibt, die bleibt. Kein Liebeslied – sondern das, was danach kommt.

The Cold Don't Lie

“Ashes in the Wind” is a haunting journey through a collapsing world. With images of burning hillsides, broken branches, and clocks turning backwards, the song captures the feeling of an inevitable ending — not just for one person, but for all of us. It’s a hymn of loss, silence, and fire, where every step stirs the ashes of what once was. Both intimate and universal, the lyrics leave space for listeners to find their own reflection in the wreckage.

„Ashes in the Wind“ ist eine eindringliche Reise durch eine zerfallende Welt. Mit Bildern von brennenden Hängen, zerbrochenen Ästen und zurücklaufender Zeit fängt der Song das Gefühl eines unausweichlichen Endes ein – nicht nur für einen Einzelnen, sondern für uns alle. Es ist ein Lied von Verlust, Stille und Feuer, in dem jeder Schritt die Asche dessen aufwirbelt, was einmal war. Zugleich persönlich und universell, lassen die Lyrics Raum, dass jeder Hörer seine eigene Spiegelung in den Trümmern findet.

Ashes In The Wind

There’s a silence on the hillside
Like the world forgot to breathe
Broken branches tell the story
Of the fire underneath

I see shadows carving rivers
Through the skin of open land
Every mile the ground is shaking
Like it’s pulling at my hand

And the night keeps leaning closer
Like it knows where I have been

Ashes in the wind, they’re calling
Every step I take, they’re falling
No return, no place to hide
Ashes in the wind tonight

I hear whispers in the steel rails
Hear the iron start to bend
All the clocks are turning backwards
Every road just finds its end

And the night keeps leaning closer
Like it knows where I have been

Ashes in the wind, they’re calling
Every step I take, they’re falling
No return, no place to hide
Ashes in the wind tonight

If the sky decides to open
Let the flames become the rain
I’ll be walking through the wreckage
Till the earth forgets my name

Ashes in the wind still burning
Every step I take still turning
Into something I can’t fight
Ashes in the wind tonight
Ashes in the wind tonight


Ashes In The Wind

Sharp Corners dives headfirst into the chaos of youth and the hunger to stay alive in a world that keeps asking you to calm down. It’s a portrait of a restless soul — fast-talking, fast-moving, always one step from breaking, yet never losing that spark to begin again. With every jagged turn and raw confession, the song captures the push and pull between freedom and regret, rebellion and longing. It’s for everyone who still feels that kid inside, kicking against time, chasing something they can’t quite name.

Sharp Corners stürzt sich kopfüber in das Chaos der Jugend und in den Drang, lebendig zu bleiben in einer Welt, die immer wieder sagt: „Werd endlich ruhig.“ Es ist das Porträt einer ruhelosen Seele – schnell, laut, verletzlich und doch voller Feuer. Jeder Takt ist ein Aufbäumen gegen das Erwachsenwerden, ein Tanz zwischen Freiheit und Reue, Auflehnung und Sehnsucht. Ein Song für alle, die dieses Kind in sich noch spüren – das sich weigert aufzugeben, egal wie viele scharfe Kurven das Leben hat.

Sharp Corners

Sound of traffic, distant drums
Same old city, different sums

He walks fast, head full of noise
Still fighting ghosts from teenage joys
Graffiti fades, but his anger don’t
He swears he’ll change — we both know he won’t

Cold coffee, a cracked guitar
Dreams parked somewhere behind a bar
He calls it “freedom,” I call it “flight”
Same excuse, just diﬀerent nights

Sharp corners, hard landings
He’s still standing
No “sorry,” no plan
Just an angry young man
Na Na Na Na – Oh Man – Oh Oh Oh Oh
Still an angry young man

He mocks the ones who made it through
Says “truth gets soft when it pays for views”
But deep down in that bitter grin
There’s a kid still waiting to begin

He laughs too loud when he feels too small
And says, “I never wanted peace at all”
But his voice cracks — just once — that’s all

Sharp corners, hard landings
Still demanding
No future, no plan
Just an angry young man
Na Na Na Na – Oh Man – Oh Oh Oh Oh
Still an angry young man

“You get old, you calm down“ — they say
Maybe. Just… not today

Streetlights hum, the night leans in
He lights a smoke and calls it “begin”
Somewhere a siren starts to sing
And the kid inside still kicks his wing


Sharp Corners

“Big Time, Baby” captures the bittersweet moment when someone who once shared your world now shines under brighter lights. It’s a reflection on success, change, and the quiet ache of seeing someone trade their true self for the spotlight. Beneath the swagger and champagne lies a story of lost connection and the price of chasing dreams. With smoky vocals and anthemic energy, the song walks the line between admiration and melancholy — a reminder that growing up doesn’t always mean growing whole.

„Big Time, Baby“ fängt den bittersüßen Moment ein, wenn jemand, der einst Teil deines Lebens war, nun im grellen Rampenlicht steht. Es geht um Erfolg, Veränderung und die leise Traurigkeit darüber, dass jemand auf dem Weg nach oben ein Stück seiner Echtheit verliert. Hinter Glanz, Lächeln und großen Gesten verbirgt sich die Sehnsucht nach dem, was einmal war. Mit rauchiger Stimme und hymnischer Energie erzählt der Song von der schmalen Linie zwischen Bewunderung und Melancholie – und davon, dass Erwachsensein nicht immer Ganzsein bedeutet.

Big Time Baby

You showed up late, shades on inside
Talking like you built the east side
Told the bartender, “Put it on my name”
Like anyone here remembers the game

You used to laugh till the lights came up
Now you sip slow from a silver cup
You act like life’s one long red carpet
But who you waving at in that empty market

Big time baby, you made it, right?
Same old face under brighter lights
You got your stories, you got your style
But I ain’t seen the real you for a while

Heard you’re living somewhere by the coast
Posting sunsets, making toasts
Looks like fun, yeah, looks just fine
But your eyes still talk like they used to mine

You say, “It’s all good, I’m doing great”
But your smile’s running twenty minutes late
You keep the noise turned up too loud
Guess it helps when you miss the crowd

Big time baby, you made it, right?
Same old face under brighter lights
You got your stories, you got your style
But I ain’t seen the real you for a while

I ain’t here to call you out
Just saying, you don’t need the crown
You were golden when you were broke
Now you’re shining through the smoke

Big time baby, take a bow
You’re all grown up, look at you now
Guess the world gave you what you need
Just hope it still lets you breathe


Big Time Baby

“Nach dem Abspann” captures that quiet, aching moment after everything has ended — when the lights come up, the story’s over, and you’re left alone with your thoughts. It’s a reflection on love that burned hot and faded fast, on memories that linger like heat in the air long after summer’s gone. With smoky, soulful vocals and a sound steeped in honesty, the song paints a picture of loss and letting go — the kind of ending that feels both cinematic and painfully real.

„Nach dem Abspann“ fängt diesen stillen, bittersüßen Moment ein, wenn alles vorbei ist — das Licht angeht, der Film zu Ende ist und man allein mit seinen Gedanken bleibt. Es geht um eine Liebe, die heiß begann und leise verglühte, um Erinnerungen, die nachklingen wie Sommerhitze in der Nacht. Mit rauer, gefühlvoller Stimme und ehrlichem Sound erzählt der Song von Abschied und Wehmut – wie das Ende eines Films, das man nie ganz loslassen kann.

Nach dem Abspann

Heiss ist der Sommer
Und heiss warst auch du
Läufst durch meinen Kopf
Ich mach die Augen zu

Da sitz ich nun
Nach dem Abspann
Wie dem auch sei
Schluss, Aus, Vorbei
Was fang ich jetzt an?
Abspann, Baby
Oh Mann

Sie läuft an mir vorbei
Rotes Kleid, Sonnenbrille
Kopfhörer laut
Bei mir nur noch Stille

Und da sitz ich jetzt
Nach dem Abspann
Ende Gelände
Das war‘s, alles zu Ende...
Was fang ich mit mir an?
Abspann, Baby
Mann oh Mann
Oh Mann
Oh Mann

Zwei Teenager lachen
Ein Kind spielt im Dreck
Und ich denk an all die Sachen
Mit dir und mir - du bist weg

Da sitz ich mal wieder
Nach dem Abspann
Ziemlich allein
Muss wohl so sein
Abspann, große Liebe
Einfach weg

Und kommt auch nicht mehr wieder


Nach dem Abspann

“The Quiet Wars” looks inward, turning life’s invisible battles into poetry. It’s about the fights no one sees — the moments when you face yourself, your doubts, and your ghosts in the quiet light of everyday life. Through soulful grit and heartfelt honesty, it speaks of resilience, loss, and the fragile strength that keeps us standing even when no one’s watching. A song for those who keep going, still fighting, still here.

„The Quiet Wars“ richtet den Blick nach innen und verwandelt die unsichtbaren Kämpfe des Lebens in Poesie. Es geht um die stillen Schlachten, die niemand sieht – um die Begegnung mit sich selbst, den eigenen Zweifeln und den Geistern der Vergangenheit. Mit gefühlvoller Ehrlichkeit und rauer Seele erzählt der Song von Stärke, Verlust und dem leisen Mut, weiterzumachen, auch wenn keiner hinsieht. Ein Lied für alle, die immer noch kämpfen – und immer noch da sind.

The Quiet Wars

There’s a soldier in the mirror
She’s got my eyes, but not my soul
She’s fighting ghosts that disappear
Every time I lose control

There’s a preacher on the TV
Selling comfort by the pound
And I wonder if he’d know me
If ever all the lights went down

Truth ain’t clean, it’s cut and scarred
Like a mirror in the dark

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

So I walk down 9th and Houston
Past the cafe, past the bar
All the voices sound like headlines
And I’m not sure who we are

But love still hums beneath the static
Like a record full of grace
And the song plays on, erratic
Till it finds a resting place

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

Still fighting, still losing
Still here


The Quiet Wars

The Last Honest Man is a heartfelt journey through a world that’s lost its way — neon lights flicker, truth fades, and yet one voice still stands tall. It’s the story of holding on to what’s real when everything around you feels fake. A tribute to staying true to yourself, even when the world rewards the opposite. This is the sound of hope, grit, and a promise to keep singing no matter what.

The Last Honest Man ist eine bewegende Reise durch eine Welt, die sich selbst verloren hat – Neonlichter flackern, die Wahrheit verblasst, und doch steht eine Stimme aufrecht da. Es ist die Geschichte davon, echt zu bleiben, wenn alles um dich herum unehrlich scheint. Eine Hommage an Aufrichtigkeit, Mut und die Kraft, weiterzusingen – egal, wie laut die Lügen werden.

The Last Honest Man

The city’s crying in the distance
Neon tears on broken glass
I’m just walking through the silence
Looking for the world we lost too fast

There’s a girl at a diner on Ninth Avenue
Dreams in her eyes and bills to pay
She hums a tune I once played for you
And the jukebox fades away

All I want is to stay who I am
Just to live like an honest man
In a world that forgot how to feel
You can buy yourself heaven
But you can’t make it real
So I’ll sing, and I’ll stand
Like the last honest man

The lies get louder every season
The truth’s got nowhere left to hide
But there’s music – that’s the reason
We’re still bleeding, still alive

All I want is to stay who I am
Just to live like an honest man
With a song and a second-hand plan
If I fall, I’ll fall singing
With my heart in my hands
The last honest man


Ashes In The Wind

BRO