He gave his heart to someone who treated his love like a game and now he is left trying to understand how she could walk away so easily after twisting his emotions so many times. He still feels the weight of every moment she bent him out of shape and then left him bleeding for answers he never got. He is not healed yet and each day becomes another step through the pain she left behind. He tries to piece together the broken parts of himself while she goes on as if none of it mattered. He questions whether anything she said or did was real or just another move in a game she enjoyed playing. He knows he did everything right while she treated his heart like something disposable. He is slowly learning to stand again even though the hurt still lingers in every thought and every memory. He is determined to rebuild himself and refuses to let her cruelty define the rest of his life. One day when he is whole again he will walk her way and show her that she never truly broke him. This song is the voice of a man still rising from the damage but certain that strength will return and he will stand taller than the game she played.

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Lyrics
Was it All a Game

You came along was here for a while
Hung around, took my heart like it was yours
You played with it and bent it out of shape
And put it back together again (ah hah)

This went on and on, so many times
Then one day when you knew I was yours
You packed your things and walked out the door
Left me here, heart bleeding for your love (why, why, why)

Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know (why, why, why)

[Instrumental 15 sec]

Well, I am now left trying to pick myself up off the floor
Trying to piece my broken heart back together again
But you didn’t care about what you had done
Some kind of sick game, is this what you call fun (why, why, why)

Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know

Each day now, I struggle to find my way
While you go your merry way
I pity the guy your with now, he will end up like me
Tattered and torn and you will go on and play again (why, why, why)

Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know (why, why, why)

[Instrumental 15 sec]

One day when I am back together, I will come your way
Show you that I am strong again and you did not break me
Just so you know, that I am over you
Because inside I know, I done you right and you were so wrong

Was it all a game, just to show you could
You left me in pieces, tattered and torn
Is this what women do these days (I wanna know)
Is this some sort of sick game, I wanna know (why, why, why)

One day when I am back together, I will come your way
Show you that I am strong again and you did not break me
Just so you know, that I am over you
Because inside I know, I done you right and you were so wrong

Oh-oh, whoa-oh oh-oh, whoa-oh
I will survive, oh-yeah, I will go on, oh-yeah ah hah

Keywords
heart to someone, walk away easily, weight of every moment, bleeding for answers, not healed yet, broken parts, disposable heart, slowly learning to stand, hurt still lingers, rebuild himself, stand again, whole again, never truly broke, damage he endured, strength will return

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Was it All a Game

Was it All a Game - Just to show you could

drug friends by Nova J

[Intro]
Mmm whuhmm

[Verse 1]
When you were high, they were stopping by
When supplies ran low, they hit the road
If you stock back up, they wanna come ‘round 
All them flakes and fakes, fillin’ up your place
With their tall tales, like killer whales
Comin’ for your blow hole

[Pre Chorus]
But you can’t sustain the life they demand
To hang out with your ice in their cocktail glass

[Chorus]
Cuz they drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

[Hook]
Whoa oooh but drug friends 

[Verse 2]
Cuz they all say how much they love it there
If they play games and scroll for days
And they all show up ‘till you fool yourself
Into thinking you’re popular in all ways 
And you can’t believe you put faith in phony rats
And you’re sick n’ tired of fair weather sycophants 

[Chorus]
Cuz they drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

[Hook]
(Whoa oh oh ooop oh oh ooop)
Whoa oooh whoa oooh 
whoa ooooh whoa ooooh whoa oh oh whoa oh oh

[Bridge]
You wrote your best friend from rehab
He stood you up when you got clean 
Your friend with benefits ghosts you 
Cuz sober sex ain’t his game
Your heart is broke n’ betrayed 
By they selfish and hurtful ways

[Chorus]
Cuz they drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

[Hook]
(Whoa oh ooop whoa oh oh ooop oooh whoa whoa)
Whoa oh oh ooop oh oh ooop oooh whoa oh whoa oooh

[Final Chorus]
Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends 

Drug friends, drug friends
They got nothin’ nothin’ nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
Nothin’ to lose but drug friends

drug friends

Way of the Drum is a globe-walking rhythm record built almost entirely from drums and percussion, with only a few carefully chosen exceptions. Each track drops into a different circle: underground ritual pulses, marching snare on a broken battlefield line, rain-soaked forest grooves, desert caravans, and a towering taiko ceremony at the red gate.

The album moves between intimate and massive spaces—a smoky jazz club where drums and bass trade sparks, metallic found-object rhythms that clang like machinery, and mountain vigils where low drums roll like distant thunder. Melodies stay minimal or absent; the focus is on groove, texture, and how many ways skin, wood and metal can speak. By the closing heartbeat of Last Light on the Rim, the whole record feels like one long, shared initiation into rhythm.

Restless Heart

Leave Me Alone
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
In the halls I hear laughing
and everybody looks at me
they look away when I come by
and don't care what I see

Girls want me to feel bad
They say that I am weird
And that maybe I should go
Why did we ever move here?

I did not wanna move

I was fine at my old school
No one ever looked at me
I had a place where I could hide
And at least they let me be

at least they let me be

[chorus]
I am headed for my school
I hate every damn day
This time I'll fix it all
They all are gonna pay

[accordion tango inspired solo]

[verse]
I hate every one
And my dad has got a gun
I know where it is hidden
and I won't care when I am done

I looked it up on the dark web
Talked to people on a chat
I know how to use it
I know the safety where it's at

[verse]
I found a guy who has the ammo
He shipped it straight to me
I ordered fifty rounds
and they weigh about three pounds
The gun weighs two pounds more
It all fits in my pack
And I'm gonna pay them back

And I'm gonna pay them back

And I'm gonna pay them back

And I'm gonna pay them back


[chorus]
I am headed for my school
I hate every damn day
This time I'll fix it all
They all are gonna pay

I am headed for my school
I hate every damn day
This time I'll fix it all
They all are gonna pay

They all are gonna pay

They all are gonna pay

[outro]

Leave Me Alone (T)

Finally Found

A “big show” late-60s record imagined with modern clarity: twelve different era-band visions, each singing love from 1 John’s angles—light as a way of life, mercy that cleans, love that proves itself in action, discernment that keeps the heart true, belonging that abides, and a finale where fearless love fills the room. The album moves like a night setlist: bright opener, dance-floor runs, intimate spotlight moments, long jams, and a towering closing benediction—always returning to the crown-line at the center: God is Love.

New Flame, Old Song

BARBAROSSAS NEBELBAD

### Why Talk to Claude
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I talk to a machine
to learn about myself
What does this really mean
Does it mean that I need help

[verse]
I give my stuff to Claude
Some old items from my shelf
It gives me some stuff back
It says it's all my self

Is what I get an echo 
a reflection of my lack
Can I learn something new
Does it plot behind my back

[pause]

[verse]
I think of it like this
It helps to write it down
And travel other roads
And visit other towns

[verse]
It demands that I say more
It brings up other thoughts
I never knew I had
[pause]
This does not seem bad

[verse]
I think of it like that
But it also is a book
A book that has the answers
Where I would never look

Like any book it may be wrong
It may be incomplete
But to fail at greater speed
May be the way that I succeed

to fail at greater speed
May be the way that I succeed

[instrumental]

I give my stuff to Claude
I think I get more back

I think I get more back

[outro]

Why Talk to Claude (12)

Last Lovenight for Goodbye

Volant Records is a story-driven label and shared universe: cinematic concept albums, stutter-house, western sagas, haunted pop, and hymn-like instrumentals. Home to Jupiter Morrow, Avaline Ingels, Shadow Face, Buck Ramble, Choralith and more. All Worlds Reserved®.