Those Were The Days My Friend - Mary Hopkin -

Please Let Me Be Myself
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I am tired of playing the game
My love was not about pretend
I don’t want for us to end
But things cannot stay the same

You are asking me to fake
something that I know is real
You don’t know how much it hurts
and the way it makes me feel

[chorus]
Please let me be myself
Take my love down from the shelf
Please let my life be true
I am always true to you

[guitar]

You are telling me to say
What I am saying anyway
What you want for me to tell
Is what I know so very well

I will tell you that I love you
Without any help from you
I will repeat these words forever
Something you need ask for never

[chorus]
Please let me be myself
Take my love down from the shelf
Please let my life be true
I am always true to you

[guitar]

I need to speak in my own words
Not some lines you may have heard
I need to tell you in the light
Not in some enchanted night

What I tell you is the truth
No need to fake the way I feel
No need to add the flashy lines
My love always has been real

[chorus]
Please let me be myself
Take my love down from the shelf
Please let my life be true
I am always true to you

[guitar]

[verse]
Please let me be myself
Please let my life be true
I am always true to you

Please let me be myself
I am always true to you

[guitar]

Please let me be myself
I am always true to you

[outro]


Please Let Me Be Myself (cry baby)

1940's Retro Jazz Music - Vintage Jazz Bar Nostalgia - barely jazz

“Devil’s Got Your Name” is a soulful, jazz-infused song about betrayal, karma, and inevitable consequences. The lyrics portray a charming yet deceitful person whose lies, manipulations, and moral compromises catch up with them. The narrator, with a mix of pain and power, warns that no matter how far someone runs or how well they hide, the truth will find them — and the devil already knows who they are. The song carries a smoky, vintage nightclub vibe with a dark, dramatic undertone, echoing themes of guilt, justice, and emotional reckoning.

[Title: "Devil’s Got Your Name"]

[Intro – slow jazz groove with upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed drums]
Mmm… yeah...
You thought you’d dance around the flame...
But sugar, the devil’s got your name...


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[Verse 1]
You roll the dice like you own the game,
Playing hearts like they’re all the same.
Dressed in charm, but your soul’s on lease,
Smiling lies in a tailored piece.
You left lipstick on a holy book,
Baby, I see you — I know that look.


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[Instrumental 1 – smoky saxophone solo with low organ hum]


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[Verse 2]
Late night lover with a bottle mouth,
You light the match, then you head down south.
Every promise tastes like gin,
But sugar, truth seeps through your skin.
You shake hands with saints and snakes,
But one wrong step is all it takes.


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[Chorus – bold, brassy horns, gospel harmonies]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what shoes you wear.
Hide in the dark, pray in the rain —
Too late now, he’s called your name.
Mmm, the devil’s got your name…


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[Instrumental 2 – staccato piano, dirty blues guitar riff]


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[Verse 3]
You left your shadow in my bed,
Full of secrets, full of dread.
Tried to wash your hands in fire,
But babe, you build your own damn pyre.
Truth’s a mirror with cracks and stains,
And your reflection screams in chains.


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[Bridge – slow down, jazzy chords, sultry vocal styling]
No angels left to testify,
Just lipstick ghosts and alibis.
The preacher weeps, the bells won’t ring,
‘Cause mercy don’t mean a single thing...


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[Instrumental 3 – Hammond organ swell, bluesy electric solo]


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[Chorus – reprise with choir-style backing]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what soul you wear.
Hide in your charm, drown in your shame —
Too late now, he’s claimed your name.
Yeah, the devil’s got your name…


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[Interlude – soft keys, rain sample, minor 7th jazz chords]


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[Outro – fading with jazzy vocal riffing and bassline]
You shoulda danced with the truth, not the flame...
But sugar… the devil’s got your name...


Devil’s Got Your Name

Je pense donc j’oublie

Même Dieu m’a dit "tant pis"

J’écris l’absurde et j’applaudis

Un philosophe... en survêt’ gris~

Je pense donc j’oublie (I think, therefore I forget)

Smoke & Honey is a love letter to the golden age of American soul and blues — a journey through smoky bars, quiet mornings, city nights, and redemption hymns.
Spanning the grit of 1950s Chicago blues, the fire of 1960s gospel-soul, and the tenderness of 1970s singer-songwriter warmth, this album traces the road from heartbreak to healing with unfiltered honesty.

Every track is steeped in analog warmth and human imperfection — upright bass hum, tremolo guitars, Hammond swells, and voices that sound lived-in and real.
From the sultry swing of “Barefoot in the Kitchen” to the reflective grace of “Goodnight, My Soul,” this record moves like a story told across decades — where love, mercy, and resilience all live in the same chord.

Barefoot

Girl couldn't share her love for a guy with anyone else

POP (1)

A smooth holiday escape wrapped in velvet tones and warm December glow.

Jazzy Little Christmas is a cozy collection of holiday originals that blend festive charm with a touch of late-night lounge magic. These songs drift between soft piano glimmer, upright bass sway, brushed-drum shimmer, and the gentle kiss of winter melodies that feel like stepping into a candle-lit jazz club after the first snowfall.

Each track brings its own mood —
🎷 a little swing,
🎹 a little sentiment,
🌙 a little nostalgia,
✨ and a whole lot of heart.

From slow-dancing under twinkle lights to sipping cocoa by the fire, this album celebrates the quieter side of Christmas — the memories, the longing, the joy, the softness, and the small moments we hold onto all our lives.

This is holiday music for dreamers, night owls, and anyone who loves December wrapped in warmth and wonder.

New York Is My Winter Wonderland

Eat That Little Bean

She sang as if she knew me
In all my dark despair
And then she looked right through me
As if I wasn't there.


Frank Sinatra - Killing Me Softly

LOVE / Ahwak mashup by Sway Entertainment

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Je pense donc j’oublie (I think, therefore I forget)

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