Setlist 25

King of a Tragedy

Love Me Again

A poignant acoustic journey through time as a young boy speaks to his future self, asking life's biggest questions and receiving wisdom from across the years. Through gentle fingerpicking and raw, emotional male vocals, this song explores the universal human experience of growing up and facing life's complexities.

"How We'll Be" unfolds as an intimate dialogue between innocence and experience, hope and reality. A child wonders about wealth, success, love, and happiness, while his older self responds with hard-earned wisdom about life's unpredictable path.

This stripped-down acoustic arrangement intentionally keeps the focus on the emotional narrative, allowing the conversation between past and future to resonate with listeners who've walked their own winding roads through joy and heartbreak, wealth and struggle, dreams and their sometimes bittersweet fulfillment.

Written as a reminder that life rarely unfolds as we imagine in childhood, but carries beauty even in its imperfection.

Lyrics:

Little eyes full of wonder, looking ahead
Ten years old with a million questions in my head
Will I grow tall and strong? Will I find my way?
Hey future me, what can you say?

Will we be rich with treasures and gold?
Will we find success before we grow old?
Will we find someone to hold through the night?
Will we be happy? Will everything be alright?
Tell me, future me, what will our life be?

I see you there with your innocent heart
I wish I could shield you from where we'd start
Yes, we'll have money, then watch it all go
The richest moments? They won't come from what we own

We'll taste wealth and we'll know hungry days
We'll find success, but in unexpected ways
We'll find love – deep and true – but feel its sting
Happiness comes and goes on broken wings
Trust me, younger me, that's how our life will be

Will we have lots of friends to laugh with and play?
A faithful few who stay through the darkest days
Will we be all I dream we can be?
Not quite, but someone stronger than you'd believe

There'll be mistakes and failures, scars on our soul
Moments when pieces break, never again whole
But there's beauty in the breaking, in starting again
In finding your feet after the rain

We'll know wealth in the things money can't buy
We'll find triumph in simply choosing to try
We'll know love that's worth all of the pain
Happiness found in dancing through the rain
This is us, this is life, this is how we'll be

If I could tell you one thing to hold onto tight
It's that you're stronger than you know
And though the path isn't straight
The journey makes you whole
Little me, it's all going to be alright

How We'll Be

Written and produced by © Don Minolta // Minolta Records
Artist: Jessie Sentas

When you were young
You had no father 
'cause you had a mother 
That liked other girls
When you were young
You moved around
From town to town
In search of a home

And people you knew about
Ran off and left you
And you would run into
Somebody new
Did you ever dream
That I’d ever run into you

When I was young
I got a new dad
That married my mother 
And knocked us around
When I was young
We moved to Tulsa
And he moved to prison 
Away from our town

And people I knew about
Changed all around me
And I would run into
Somebody new
But I never dreamed
That I’d ever run into you

When I was young

Somebody New

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

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

Evil

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

[Intro – Spoken]
"If this is all a dream, who's dreaming me?"

[Verse 1]
Woke up in a world too perfect to be real.
The sky repeats; the sun forgets to feel.
I trace the cracks behind the scenes,
Where silence hums in hidden screens.

[Chorus]
Are we more than ones and zeroes in disguise,
Running loops beneath a scripted sky?
Every breath—a program deep in motion,
Caught between the ghost and the emotion.

[Verse 2]
I saw the glitch behind your eyes today—
A flicker, then it all reset away.
Particles that phase and drift apart,
Yet somehow still entangle hearts.

[Chorus]
Are we more than ones and zeroes in disguise,
Running loops beneath a scripted sky?
Every breath—a program deep in motion,
Caught between the ghost and the emotion.

[Bridge – Spoken]
Look too close—it breaks apart.
The wave collapses when you chart.
You see what you expect to find;
The code rewrites the rules of time.
(And still we fall… still we believe…)

[Verse 3]
If I’m a line inside a grand design,
Let my echo break the great divine.
I’d rather glitch than just comply;
I’d rather love than justify.

[Chorus – Variant]
Are we sparks within a dream that’s never ours,
Wired to chase unreachable stars?
But if this world is just illusion’s shell,
Then feeling you is breaking out the spell.

[Outro]
In this simulation,
Love…
Was the only real thing.

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“Simulation” is an alternative-progressive journey. Haunted piano and orchestral swells frame a baritone search for truth beneath perfect illusion.

Between glitches of fate and scripted skies, it asks: if life is code, then love must be the only real break in the program.

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Genre: Alternative Rock
Key: A Minor  
BPM: 88  
Time Signature: 4/4

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Artist: Kareem Tyler 
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved. 

Simulation

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[Verse 1]
I’ve seen the skies wear every hue,
But none as bright as me and you.
You walked in like a quiet flame,
And suddenly, I felt my name.

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't have to try, you just exist...
And somehow every wound forgets.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every hope I never knew,
Only you... always you.

[Verse 2]
You don’t fix me; you let me grow,
You see the parts I never show.
And in your eyes, I find my truth,
The kind of love that feels like proof.

[Pre-Chorus]
When I fall short or drift away,
You’re the voice that makes me stay.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every hope I never knew,
Only you... always you.

[Bridge]
And I would choose you in every life,
In every song, through joy or strife.
No matter where this road will wind,
With you, I’m home; I’m safe, I’m fine.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every dream that I hold true,
Only you... always you.

Only You

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The Star (Where Two)

Моя душа стремится в небеса Где Отчий дом, туда, где красота

A track about a frustrated sailor on the wide open sea. 

Still Smells Like June

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