🎶 Broken Dreams 🎶

Step into the soulful world of "Broken Dreams" – a journey through the heart and soul of the 1970s music scene.

🎶 Album Overview:
"Broken Dreams" is a tribute to the golden era of soul and R&B, bringing you a collection of tracks that evoke the warmth, depth, and timeless charm of the 1970s. This album is a blend of classic soulful rhythms, heartfelt melodies, and modern production techniques, creating a sound that is both nostalgic and fresh.

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Timeless Embrace

Got to learn the zodiac signs to find your twin flame. 

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Bien Bien

No Es Amor

I don't think I should remove the blindfold.

LYRICS:

[verse]
seeing the real me,
makes my eyes bleed,
I see,
that there's less variety.
Everything's the same,
Yeah, everything's the same,
But my skin keeps changing,
I wonder where my face is.
I wonder where the sights at,
I wonder where my mind's at?
The world's so dark
Do I want my eyes back?
Is this who I am?
Is this who I am?
I guess I must scream
to be heard by the trees...

There's pain in being perfect,
I wonder if I'm worth it.
My roots spread across the surface.
I always serve my service,
Over time, I keep working
no matter what I do
I'm still hurting.

I don't see the words I speak,
The love I preach,
The distance I reach,
I'm one foot in the grave of the acceptance I see.
I eat and feed on my humanity,
Every feature shows my duality.
When I'm stuck in the same place,
I move with no grace,
What am I?
What am I?
With no face?

people don't want people nowadays,
what they want is...

Someone who does anything,
Someone who is everything,
everything to me is,
too much...
Is that the reason I don't fit in?

I'm nervous,
What's worse is,
I thought I was changing
on purpose.
Even now my skin's burning,
Shifting, becoming imperfect,
Every reflection I see,
shows a monster that's lurking.
What am I? What am I?
I know, right, I know, right?

I'm a mess...
It's hard to confess.
I'm not perfect,
I know my pride is hurting.

[end]

BLINDFOLD

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Letters I’ll Never Send

Article VII – The Space Between Us

"Rainbow Over Ruins" is a hauntingly beautiful journey through devastation and the fragile hope found within it. This track explores the stark contrast between a world engulfed in flames and the unexpected, vibrant beauty that pierces through the chaos. With raw, emotional lyrics, it delves into the search for peace amidst disaster, questioning whether the vivid colors we cling to are a divine intervention or merely a fleeting, borrowed splendor.

From the trembling hand on a smoky windowpane to the taste of rain mingled with embers, "Rainbow Over Ruins" captures the essence of a city in turmoil and the human spirit's desperate yearning for light. It's a poignant reflection on loss, resilience, and the bittersweet ache of fleeting moments of beauty when everything else is falling apart. Perfect for moments of contemplation, healing, and acknowledging the complex tapestry of life and destruction.

Let the kaleidoscope of "Rainbow Over Ruins" wash over you.

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Rainbow over Ruins

Rainbow over ruins

Stay True

Fruits Of The Spirit

[Verse]
Packed up the car for a dirty anniversary,
Middle of nowhere, where the stars all sway.
I croon off-key and you giggle at my show,
You love when I’m annoying, being silly as I go.
From behind, oh Bel, like a double bass so mellow,
Curves like a melody, bottom-heavy, warm and Bel-o.
I’ll swing you ‘round the room till the candles glow,
Tap the floor in time to that brassy, sassy flow.

[Prechorus]
You tease my taste, I tease yours too,
Your playlist is chaos, but I dance with you.
You laugh at my puns, I ham up the scene,
We’re a hot little combo in four-four swing.

[Chorus]
Oh Bel, my bottom-heavy double bass,
Play me slow then pick up the pace.
Five years of love and a lifetime to go,
In our mudbrick groove where the wild winds blow.
Your music’s a mess, but I love you the most,
I’ll keep time, baby, be your big band host.

[Verse]
Fireplace crackles, we melt into the night,
You snort when I scat: yeah, you knew that I might.
I rhyme the ridiculous, croon to your grin,
You roll your eyes and then you pull me in.
Your laughter’s a hi-hat, shimmering and bright,
Your sway is a bass-line walking just right.
Spin in the silence where the world can’t call,
Two fools in love at a tiny big-band ball.

[Verse]
You put on that playlist I lovingly hate,
I still grab your hand and we sync to the date.
There’s boy bands and bangers, a car-crash of sound,
But your smile is the groove that keeps my world round.
I spoof every lyric, you’re cackling in time,
You choke on your drink when I over-rhyme.
Your terrible taste is my favorite excuse
To pull you in closer while the horns cut loose.

[Verse]
Five years of mornings and midnight mistakes,
Burnt toast, bad movies, missed coffee breaks.
You heckle my singing, I bow to your sass,
Then you’re doubled in giggles at my fake high-pass.
We’re clumsy and loud, but we always land true,
Like a drunken trombone still sliding to you.
If love had a chart, we’d be wild and off-base,
But baby, you’re perfect in my double-bass embrace.

[Bridge]
(Hey!) Bel, my groove, my sweet crescendo,
(Whoa!) Low and lush like a midnight bass solo.
(Yeah!) Terrible taste? Then crank it loud
I’ll swing to your beat, baby, loud and proud.

[Chorus]
Oh Bel, my bottom-heavy double bass,
Play me slow then pick up the pace.
Five years of love and a lifetime to go,
In our mudbrick groove where the wild winds blow.
Your music’s a mess, but I love you the most,
I’ll keep time, baby, be your big band host.

[Tag]
We’ll shout, we’ll sway, we’ll kiss the sky,
Horns up high while the sparks go fly!
Five years down, and it’s clear as a bell
Here’s to forever, my laugh-drunk Bel!

(Dooba-doo, dooba-doo) Bel, you make me swing.
Cue the giggles, ring-a-ding-ding!


Bottom-heavy

Josef Vlk

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