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those good days will only be a memories

Henry Moodie - Pick Up The Phone (3kkE Remix)

Lyrics :


We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standin' there
On a balcony in summer air
See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
See you make your way through the crowd
And say, "Hello"
Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
And I was cryin' on the staircase
Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"
But you were everything to me
I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Oh, oh

I got tired of waiting
Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you, but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring
And said, "Marry me, Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

Love Story - Taylor Swift

“Cool Never Dies” is a gritty celebration of resilience, rebellion, and staying true to yourself no matter what life throws your way. It’s a song for those who’ve been scarred, burned, and still find beauty in the fight. With its smoky, soulful energy, it captures the restless spirit of backroads and neon nights — the moments where love and trouble blur into one. There’s a pulse of freedom running through every line, a reminder that real cool isn’t about style — it’s about heart, fire, and never backing down.

„Cool Never Dies“ ist eine raue Hymne auf Widerstandskraft, Aufbruch und Treue zu sich selbst – egal, was das Leben bereithält. Ein Song für alle, die Narben tragen, Fehler gemacht haben und trotzdem das Schöne im Kampf finden. Mit seinem warmen, souligen Drive fängt er den Geist von Landstraßen und Neonlichtern ein – jene Momente, in denen Liebe und Ärger ineinander übergehen. Ein Song voller Freiheit und Haltung, der zeigt: Echte Coolness ist kein Stil – sie kommt von innen, aus Herz, Feuer und Unbeugsamkeit.

Cool Never Dies

I was born where the streetlights hum
Where saints and sinners bite their tongue
Mama said, “You’ll break or bend”
I learned to do both and start again

Got a scar shaped like a skyline dream
Runs from my heart to the in-between
Of every risk I ever kissed
And every ghost I didn’t miss

Turn the night up, light that fuse
We’ve got nothing left to lose
Raise your glass to the ones who tried
The cool never dies, the cool never dies

Radio static, cigarette flame
Love and trouble sound the same
He said, “You’re trouble dressed in black”
I smiled and said, “I won’t take it back”

We danced where the thunder rolled
Our shadows young, our souls old
And every line that cut my skin
Turned into a song within

Turn the night up, light that fuse
We’ve got nothing left to lose
Raise your glass to the ones who tried
The cool never dies, the cool never dies
Cool never dies

Let the jukebox preach, let the record spin
Let mercy lose and the madness win
If you’ve got fire, don’t hide the flame
You’ll never be legend if you play it tame

Turn the night up, light that fuse
We’ve got nothing left to lose
For every dream that never lied
The cool never dies, no, the cool never dies

Yeah, somewhere a song still plays
Through smoke and the neon haze
And when the last believer cries
The cool never dies


Cool Never Dies

Kontrollverlust is a plunge into emotional chaos — that moment when desire takes over and logic fades. It’s the rush of falling for someone who feels like both danger and home, the thrill of surrendering control even when you know it might burn. With smoky, raspy vocals carried by a sweeping waltz, the song captures the beauty of giving in — raw, passionate, and irresistibly human.

Kontrollverlust ist der Sturz in ein emotionales Chaos – der Moment, in dem das Verlangen die Kontrolle übernimmt und der Verstand verschwindet. Es ist der Rausch, sich in jemanden zu verlieben, der zugleich Gefahr und Zuhause ist – das prickelnde Gefühl, sich fallen zu lassen, auch wenn man weiß, dass es weh tun kann. Mit rauchiger, markanter Stimme und getragen von einem schwebenden Walzertakt entfaltet sich ein Stück über Hingabe, Leidenschaft und die verführerische Schönheit des Kontrollverlusts.

Kontrollverlust

Dein Blick war ein Schlag in die Magengrube
Aber süß
Ich war sofort verloren
Dein Lächeln hat mich angezündet
Ich brenn noch immer
Und es wird nur noch schlimmer
Kontrollverlust
Geil

Ich steh auf dich
Bist mein Jetzt und mein Warum
Bringst mich um
Bist mein Zuhause
Oh Ja - all das bist du
Nur du
My Love
Ich steh auf dich

Du bist der Knall vor dem Feuerwerk
Das Gewitter nach der Stille
Ein Unfall mit Ansage
Du trägst Trouble wie Schmuck
Und ich weiß nicht
Ob ich tanzen oder abhauen soll
Oh Mann
Kontrollverlust
Aber geil

Ich steh auf dich
Bist mein Jetzt und mein Warum
Bringst mich um
Bist mein Zuhause
Oh Ja - all das bist du
Nur du
My Love
Ich steh auf dich

Bist wie ein offenes Fenster im Winter

Ich steh auf dich
Bist mein Jetzt und mein Warum
Nur du
My Love
Ich steh auf dich


Kontrollverlust

We Kill the Charts is a nocturnal confession set to thunderous rhythm — a song that prowls through neon streets and scribbled napkins, chasing the raw spark that no playlist can tame. It’s about making noise your own way — refusing polish, ignoring the map, and finding poetry in cracked vinyl and cigarette smoke. Every beat feels like rebellion dressed in melody, a storm of sound that remembers what it means to mean something. This is not about topping charts — it’s about breaking them apart and writing your name in the static.

We Kill the Charts ist ein nächtliches Bekenntnis auf donnerndem Rhythmus – ein Song, der durch Neonstraßen und vollgeschriebene Servietten streift, auf der Suche nach dem Funken, den keine Playlist bändigen kann. Es geht darum, auf eigene Weise laut zu sein – ohne Hochglanz, ohne Plan, mit Poesie aus Vinylknistern und Zigarettenrauch. Jeder Beat klingt nach Rebellion in Melodieform, nach einem Sturm, der daran erinnert, was Bedeutung wirklich heißt. Hier geht’s nicht darum, die Charts zu stürmen – sondern sie zu sprengen und den eigenen Namen im Rauschen zu hinterlassen.

We kill the Charts 

Lights cut low, vinyl snaps
Yeah, we start like that

I write on napkins in a diner off 5th and grey
Black coffee burned, my name on the edge of the page
Old tram bell rings, some kid spits verses in the rain
They nod, then go home — I leave a crater with my name
Concrete smells like history and my chorus eats the stage

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
Oh, we don’t play nice — watch the lights
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

My hook’s a grenade in a cheap white T-shirt, pockets full of songs
A busted amp, a cigarette, three nights and a million wrongs
Subway tiled with echoes of the rhymes that never quit
I drop a line — whole rooms learn to breathe to it
Radio DJs whisper, “Who the hell wrote this?”

They told me “don’t” like it was a map
I tore the map, now watch the atlas fold

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
They fold like cheap advice — louder, twice
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Vinyl crackles, my melody licks like winter on the tongue
Teenage ghosts in thrift-store jackets sing every line unsung
I put a crooked grin on the moon — it laughs and leans in close
My songs are crooked maps, they find the parts you never chose
A streetlight signs my name, a stray dog howls in Morse

We wrote a war on silence — bloodless, beautiful, and loud
I taught the night to bow

Cameras blink — influencers talk, but their stories fall like ash
My chorus is a storm surge, your playlists turn to crash
Leather boots, late trains, a motel mirror reading truths
I barter bars for atmosphere, I steal your worn-out boots
They come for the crown — I hand them a mirror, watch them pass

One verse, one cut — and your favorite song forgets its lines

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
They drown in our device — feel the bite
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Boom!

I sneak poetry into the pockets of your morning commute
Slip a hook into the coffee steam until the whole car’s mute
That laugh you can’t place — that’s my chorus carving space
My words are small obsessions that won’t leave your face
We’re not polite — we’re precise; we’re not loud — we displace

I wrote the sunrise wrong — then sold it back as anthem

We kill the charts — we don’t play nice
We kill the charts — they fold, they fold
Na Na Na — Na Na Na — sing until the night
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Say our names like they’re an accusation
Say them slow — like a verdict
Mmh mmh mmh — Da Da Da

Vinyl fades, the tram goes on — the city keeps its secrets tight
A neon heart on 7th and Brown still pulses in the night

Quiet…


We kill the Charts

“Streets With No Name” walks through the quiet corners of a sleepless city — a place where forgotten stories live beneath the hum of neon lights. It paints portraits of the unseen: the old man counting memories in his hands, the girl humming lost songs to herself, the boy whispering dreams no one hears. The song moves with the slow pulse of the city’s heart, where hope and weariness blend into the same soft light. It’s a tender reflection on the faces we pass every day — and the humanity that flickers just beneath the surface.

„Streets With No Name“ führt durch die stillen Ecken einer schlaflosen Stadt – dorthin, wo vergessene Geschichten unter dem Schein der Neonlichter weiterleben. Es zeichnet Bilder der Unsichtbaren: des alten Mannes, der Erinnerungen in seinen Händen zählt, des Mädchens, das sich leise an verlorene Melodien klammert, des Jungen, der Träume flüstert, die niemand hört. Der Song folgt dem ruhigen Puls der Stadt, wo Hoffnung und Müdigkeit ineinander übergehen. Eine sanfte, melancholische Beobachtung über all jene Gesichter, an denen wir täglich vorbeigehen – und die Menschlichkeit, die darunter glimmt.

Streets with No Name

Down by the arches, where the neon hums low
An old man folds paper cups in the glow
Once played trumpet in a riverboat band
Now he counts the echoes in the palm of his hand

A girl on the corner paints her dreams in dust
Her shoes are thin, and her mascara rusts
She hums to herself — the tune has no end
She lost the words when she lost her friend

And the city keeps moving, blind and wide
Like a tide that forgets who it leaves behind
But if you stop, just once, and meet their eyes
You’ll see a world that never dies

A boy sleeps under a headline stand
His mother’s face still warm in his hand
He whispers stories to the light of a train
No one listens — but he tells them again

They built glass towers where the gardens grew
Now the stars hide, but the dreams shine through
Every soul here wears a borrowed coat
Every prayer here sinks — yet floats

And the city keeps moving, blind and wide
Like a tide that forgets who it leaves behind
But if you stop, just once, and meet their eyes
You’ll see a world that never dies

So walk a while through the silent rain
Name the faces no one names
Beneath the noise, beneath the fame
Live the streets — with no name left to claim


Streets with No Name

“Streets With No Name” paints a tender portrait of city life’s forgotten corners — the faces we pass but never truly see. Beneath the bright pulse of the rhythm and the warmth of soulful vocals lies a story about connection, compassion, and the quiet beauty in everyday strangers. It’s an invitation to slow down, lift your gaze from the pavement, and notice the human stories echoing through the noise.

„Streets With No Name“ zeichnet ein einfühlsames Bild der vergessenen Winkel des Stadtlebens – von den Gesichtern, an denen wir täglich vorbeigehen, ohne sie wirklich wahrzunehmen. Unter dem lebendigen Rhythmus und der warmen, souligen Stimme entfaltet sich eine Geschichte über Mitgefühl, Begegnung und die leise Schönheit in den Menschen um uns herum. Ein Song, der dazu einlädt, innezuhalten und die Geschichten hinter dem Großstadtlärm zu entdecken.

Streets with No Name

Down by the arches, where the neon hums low
An old man folds paper cups in the glow
Once played trumpet in a riverboat band
Now he counts the echoes in the palm of his hand

A girl on the corner paints her dreams in dust
Her shoes are thin, and her mascara rusts
She hums to herself — the tune has no end
She lost the words when she lost her friend

And the city keeps moving, blind and wide
Like a tide that forgets who it leaves behind
But if you stop, just once, and meet their eyes
You’ll see a world that never dies

A boy sleeps under a headline stand
His mother’s face still warm in his hand
He whispers stories to the light of a train
No one listens — but he tells them again

They built glass towers where the gardens grew
Now the stars hide, but the dreams shine through
Every soul here wears a borrowed coat
Every prayer here sinks — yet floats

And the city keeps moving, blind and wide
Like a tide that forgets who it leaves behind
But if you stop, just once, and meet their eyes
You’ll see a world that never dies

So walk a while through the silent rain
Name the faces no one names
Beneath the noise, beneath the fame
Live the streets — with no name left to claim


“Im Rückspiegel schön” is a reflection in motion — a slow-burning rock ballad that looks back with warmth instead of regret. It’s a story about learning to let go while cherishing what once was. Between the lines, there’s acceptance, self-discovery, and the quiet beauty of closure. The song captures that moment when the past finally feels like a friend — still shimmering in the rearview mirror, but no longer pulling you back.

„Im Rückspiegel schön“ ist eine Rückschau in Bewegung – eine gefühlvolle Rockballade, die mit Wärme statt Wehmut zurückblickt. Es ist eine Geschichte vom Loslassen und vom Bewahren dessen, was einmal war. Zwischen den Zeilen liegen Erkenntnis, Selbstfindung und die stille Schönheit des Abschieds. Der Song fängt diesen Moment ein, in dem die Vergangenheit endlich zu einer Freundin wird – noch leuchtend im Rückspiegel, aber ohne dich festzuhalten.

Wunderschön

Solang’s noch knistert, bleib ich hier
Hab ich mir gedacht
War verdammt schön mit dir

Wir war’n zu echt für „heile Welt“
Schräg, verrückt, gut drauf
Will‘s nicht missen
Für kein Geld der Welt

Ich hab gelernt, den Sturm zu mögen
Ehrlich gesagt
Manchmal kommt er mir sogar gelegen
Hab dich lang nicht mehr gesehen
Und trotzdem...
Was wir waren, bleibt im Rückspiegel schön

Heute weiß ich:
Liebe ist kein Ziel, sie ist der Weg
Schmerzhaft, schön
Je nachdem
Wir zwei sind der Beleg

Hab gelernt, den Sturm zu mögen
Ehrlich gesagt
Heut kommt er mir gelegen
Ich hab dich lang nicht mehr gesehen
Und trotzdem...
Was wir waren, bleibt im Rückspiegel schön

Schön

Bin bei mir angekommen
Paar Narben mehr, aber kein Groll
Hab verloren, hab gewonnen
Wie gesagt:
Angekommen

Hab dich lang nicht mehr gesehen
Und trotzdem...
Was wir waren, bleibt im Rückspiegel schön

So schön

Wunderschön


Im Rückspiegel schön

2002 SANG BY Anne Marie Acoustic 💜 Hope you enjoy the song!

Cool Never Dies

BRO