Love tastes like danger. “Sweet Addiction” blends retro soul with Deep House, Indie Dance, and Mississippi Blues.

Sweet Addiction

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Cotton Road Lullaby

Haunted By Her Shadows drifts like smoke through a midnight alley—slow, brooding jazz chords wrapped in ghostly whispers. The track tells the story of a man lost in obsession, hearing her voice in the wind and chasing silhouettes that fade as quickly as they appear. Every note is heavy with longing and unease, the rhythm walking like footsteps that may or may not be his own. A haunting mix of passion and paranoia, it’s a love song turned phantom—where memory, desire, and madness blur into shadows that never let go.

HAUNTED BY HER SHADOWS

[Verse 1]
I walk the streets at midnight
Chasing her name
Her voice in the wind
It’s driving me insane
A silhouette in the window
It fades when I stare
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It’s more than I can bear

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Verse 2]
The rain whispers secrets
It sounds like her laugh
Every step I take
It’s like retracing her path
The scent of her perfume lingers in the air
But when I reach for her
There’s nothing there

[Pre-chorus]
I hear her footsteps
But I know they’re mine
I’m lost in the echo of borrowed time

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Bridge]
I’m chasing the phantom of what we used to be
Her laughter
Her whispers
They won’t set me free
A flicker of light
A trick of the eye
But it’s always her shadow
Saying goodbye

Haunted By Her Shadows

(Intro)
Let's find a world that's fresh and new, something more than what we've been through, I know it's what my spirit wants, and I hope it's what your heart does too.

(Verse 1)
Our time on earth isn't guaranteed, so I choose to be more than just a friend, I feel a magical connection we can transcend, if we just let our cautious walls mend.

(Pre-Chorus)
So is romance just a temporary fire, or an endless and enduring desire?, I'll give you everything that I possess, if you'll just dare to answer me with yes.

(Chorus)
Is passion just a physical design, or the sacred bridge where our two souls align?, Tell me what your perfect evening holds in view, 'cause I want to build that world just for me, just for you.

(Verse 2)
We'll cook a meal by candle glow, with quiet words and wine that flows, then dance beneath a ceiling made of stars, and heal each other's hidden scars.

(Bridge)
Just skin on skin in a shared embrace, completely lost in time and space, we'll greet the sun with morning light, and fall back asleep holding on so tight.

(Outro)
You'll wake to breakfast made for you, with sticky syrup, sweet and new, no napkin needed in our bed, I'll taste the essence of our love instead, yeah I'm a passionate partner, through and through, and I want to have it all with you.

(Pre-Chorus Reprise)
So is romance just a temporary fire, or an endless and enduring desire?, I'll give you everything that I possess, if you'll just dare to answer me with yes.

(Chorus Reprise)
Is passion just a physical design, or the sacred bridge where our two souls align?, Tell me what your perfect evening holds in view, 'cause I want to build that world just for me, just for you.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025



Just For You

LTrain keeps rolling at the Arena

„unscharf“ bewegt sich durch Augenblicke, die verschwimmen wie eine halb vergessene Erinnerung. Gesichter hinter verregneten Scheiben, flüchtige Küsse, Lachen, das verhallt – alles wirkt zugleich nah und unerreichbar. Es ist ein Lied über das Leben, die Liebe und Erinnerungen, die sich dem klaren Blick entziehen und uns in einem Schwebezustand zurücklassen – bittersüß und wunderschön zugleich. Jeder Satz fängt die Zartheit dessen ein, was man nicht festhalten kann.

“unscharf” drifts through moments that blur like a half-remembered dream. Faces behind rain-streaked windows, fleeting kisses, laughter that echoes and dissolves—everything feels both close and unreachable. It’s a song about how life, love, and memory can slip out of focus, leaving us suspended in a haze that’s beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. With every word, it captures the sweetness of something you can’t quite hold on to.

Unscharf

Ein Polaroid
Falsch belichtet
Genau richtig
Unscharf

Dein Gesicht im Zugfenster
Verschwommen hinter Regentropfen
Wunderschön
Aber unscharf

Ein Hund läuft durch den Nebel
Als wäre er selbst ein Geheimnis
Arschkalt
Alles unscharf

Das ganze Leben ist unscharf
Ab und zu
Auch die Zukunft, unscharf
Genau wie du
Hey - traumhaft, super
Ich fühl mich high

Und…

Schon wieder vorbei
Vorbei

Stimmen, die sich überlagern
Bis man irgendwann nichts mehr versteht
Chaotisch
Und unscharf

Erinnerungen
Ist das echt so passiert?
Ehrlich?
So was von unscharf

Die Konturen der Stadt
Vernebelt von zu viel Wein
Muss wohl so sein
Alles unscharf
Alles kippt

Mein Leben ist unscharf
Ab und zu
Meine Zukunft, unscharf
Genauso wie du
Alles traumhaft, alles super
Ich bin high

Und…

Schon wieder vorbei
Aus und vorbei

Dein Kuss
Ein kurzer Blitz
Der Rest bleibt verwackelt

Dein Lachen
Ein Echo, das sich verliert
Bevor ich’s zu packen kriege
Schluss aus
Ende Gelände
Unscharf
Selbst du…

Das Leben ist unscharf
Ab und zu
Auch die Zukunft, unscharf
Genau wie du
Traumhaft, super
Ich fühl mich high

Und…

Alles vorbei
Vorbei

An und für sich…


unscharf

Heard in the House

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The joy of my awareness 
Is the expansion  
of my soul 
as my Crimson is 
being shown. 
The world is seen 
Through what I know. 
The question is, 
“Do I have the acceptance 
To see this humility?” 
To listen and understand 
My true calamity. 
To nurture and heal 
my sub personalities. 
Developed through 
my traumatic reality. 
I pray for the grace 
in me.  
The knowledge to see. 
The safety from wisdom. 
To touch the soul 
in me. 
The intrinsic leaping 
of a continuous spirit 
through eternity. 
Not tied to the past 
as I am allowed  
to stare 
at other’s happy atmosphere. 
While I continue  
to make myself plead 
this ephemeral sorrow 
that is strangling me. 
Why don’t I understand 
That this psycho-drama 
can be 
my Brahma. 
No more self-casted upon 
or blame mama. 
I am surrounded by 
the love of God. 
This glimpse of salvation 
Leads me away 
from my own destructive 
reservations. 
I am not the saboteur  
of my own life today. 
The resounding love 
surrounds me 
as I sit 
and meditate 
and pray. 
The ecumenical  
Joy of awareness. 
Just for today. 
Grant me the willingness, 
for my spirit to stay. 
The depth of my perception 
needs to become 
greater than  
any subjugation. 
For my spirit to become free 
in the complications 
of the world I see. 
I will not cut 
And watch myself bleed. 
I know that love 
Is my path 
To be freed.

The Expansion of My Soul

A quiet morning, two mugs cooling on a scratched table. No words needed. Fingerpicked blues meets gospel harmony – warm, dry, and honest.

Two Cups of Blues

Neon, rain, memory. Nostalgic, soulful, smooth female lead with Motown shimmer. For late hours and wet reflections.

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BRO