A cardboard house full of plastic chairs
Digital fish in the fish tank stare
Love for sale on the OLED screen
Paper is better, words kept unseen

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screens
Stop looking at the screens

I wanna be someone else's kid
Refrigerator full of smash-and-grab
I'll make you a crown out of paper straws
Tell me a joke that I haven't heard

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screens
Stop looking at the screens

I bought you a hat to match all your tee shirts
Soft static and shades of yellow suburban
I will be Frank and you'll be my ma cherie
Coat full of patches and kaleidoscope daydreams

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screen
Stop looking at the screen

Cruella - Screens

Auteur : Vincent Caplan - 02.03.2025
Texte protégé Sacem
Musique, Arrangements, Voix Féminine : IA Suno V4
Direction Musicale : Vincent Caplan
Tous droits réservés


A Tout Jamais - Vincent Caplan IA

Slips in silent, velvet steps  
Cigarette lips, secrets kept  
Half in shadow, half in grace  
A thousand lives behind that face  
Not quite hers, not quite his  
Something deeper in the mist  
Turns the world with just one glance  
A quiet storm, a midnight dance

Lady Boy… eyes like smoke, voice like wine  
Lady Boy… walks the edge, breaks the line

Mirror fog and restless hands  
A stranger in both promised lands  
Hearts don’t lie, but names can bend  
And stories change from end to end  
No apologies, no disguise  
Just truth beneath those painted eyes  
They don’t get it, but that’s the point  
Born to blaze, not to appoint

Call it wild, call it wrong  
Call it a hymn in a forbidden song  
But Lady Boy don’t need your praise  
They live in fire, they set the blaze

Lady Boy… eyes like smoke, voice like wine  
Lady Boy… walks the edge, breaks the line  
Lady Boy…

Lady Boy

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My Heart Speaks in Tones

Film

Mystery Machine is a gritty, cinematic fusion of alt-rock, blues, and funk-pop soaked in mystery and metaphor. With soulful slide guitar, tribal drums, and hypnotic synth textures, this track burns slow and deep—like a road trip through your own haunted past. A raw vocal performance blends spoken-word intimacy with falsetto soul, unraveling a story of ghosts, guilt, and motion without direction. It's part noir confessional, part desert sermon, part cosmic blues. Buckle up—this ride doesn’t promise answers, just momentum. Hit play and disappear into the smoke.

Lyrics:

She said, “You still chasing ghosts in that rusted frame?”
I smiled, foot on the gas—didn’t answer her name.

Dirt on my boots from forgotten roads,
Hearts I borrowed, never really owed.
Ash in the sky, silence in the cab,
Truth in the rearview, scars I never had.

The wheel turns easy when you stop lookin’ back,
But it’s hell tryin’ to steer with a knife in your lap.

And I keep movin’,
Even when the map just leads to ruin…

I’m drivin’ this mystery machine,
No headlights, just smoke and a dream.
Engine runs on guilt and gasoline,
She rides beside me, cold and unseen.
Every mile’s a riddle, every town a sin,
But I never ask where—we just begin.

Radio plays like it’s beggin’ me to stop,
Same old song ‘bout love and the cost.
I gave up heaven just to taste the fire,
She lit the match, then danced through the wire.

A stranger’s kiss at a midnight light,
But no one stays long in the rearview sight.

And I keep burnin’,
Down roads I made from pages turnin’…

I’m drivin’ this mystery machine,
No headlights, just smoke and a dream.
Engine runs on guilt and gasoline,
She rides beside me, cold and unseen.
Every mile’s a riddle, every town a sin,
But I never ask where—we just begin.

Was she ever real, or just part of the ride?
A ghost in the glovebox, secrets in stride.
The deeper I go, the louder she sings—
A voice in the wheels, the rust in the springs.

I’m drivin’ this mystery machine,
No headlights, just smoke and a dream.
She whispers riddles like morphine in steam,
A question I live, not a place I’ve seen.
If I reach the end and still don’t know why,
Then maybe the journey was just my alibi.

No roads left… just the hum of the unknown.



Mystery Machine

Hello Without Meaning.mp3

Burnin’ down 

(Verse 1) Hands down low, you pull me in tight, Drownin' in the smoke of a blood-red night, Your touch, a spark that sets me free, Crashin' like waves, takin’ over me.
(Pre-Chorus) Breathe me in, drag me deeper down, Rippin’ through my body like a hurricane sound, Every shiver, every sigh you steal, This ain’t a dream, it’s the realest feel.
(Chorus) Got a heatwave heartbeat, crashin' fast, No way out, babe, no lookin' back, Sweat-drunk kisses, bruised-up skin, Pull me closer, let the chaos spin. Got a heatwave heartbeat, no break, no rest, Lose myself with you pressed to my chest, Bite my lip, make me drown — Heatwave heartbeat, we're burnin' down.
(Verse 2) Rose gold whiskey on my tongue, You’re hummin’ dirty songs I ain't ever sung, Grippin’ my hips like you own my soul, Got me slippin’ under full control.
(Pre-Chorus) Breathe me in, drag me deeper down, Rippin’ through my body like a hurricane sound, Every shiver, every sigh you steal, This ain’t a dream, it’s the realest feel.
(Chorus) Got a heatwave heartbeat, crashin' fast, No way out, babe, no lookin' back, Sweat-drunk kisses, bruised-up skin, Pull me closer, let the chaos spin. Got a heatwave heartbeat, no break, no rest, Lose myself with you pressed to my chest, Bite my lip, make me drown — Heatwave heartbeat, we're burnin' down.
(Bridge) No mercy, no slowin' it down, Just a body rush, just the hunger sound, Take it higher till we’re beggin’ for air, Get drunk on touch, get lost out there.
(Chorus) Got a heatwave heartbeat, crashin' fast, No way out, babe, no lookin' back, Sweat-drunk kisses, bruised-up skin, Pull me closer, let the chaos spin. Got a heatwave heartbeat, no break, no rest, Lose myself with you pressed to my chest, Bite my lip, make me drown — Heatwave heartbeat, we're burnin' down.
(Outro) Ashes on the sheets, smoke on your breath, Whisper my name ‘til there’s nothin’ left, Shakin’ like thunder, skin to skin, Heatwave heartbeat — do it all again.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Burnin’ down (blues)

Anyone lived in a pretty how town

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Lyrics:

Jag vaknar av ett ljus som skär som glas
Väggarna viskar, lågor utan rast
När röken blir till moln i vår gamla hall
Faller foton som snö, och jag tappar allt

Om tiden bara kunde gå baklänges
Skulle jag bära er ut genom mörkret igen
Men natten stod stilla och luften tog slut
Ett namn i mitt bröst som aldrig går ut

Inget hem kvar — bara askgrå vindar
Inget “vi” kvar — bara ekon som tindrar
När jag blundar står ni i dörrens ljus
När jag öppnar brinner det tyst
Inget hem kvar, men ni stannar kvar
Som stjärnor över stadens tak

Din tröja i min ficka doftar regn
Köksklockans hjärta har smält och stannat än
Jag går där väggarna brukade stå
Skriver våra namn i askan som blåser grå

Jag ropar ut i rökens kalla rum
Löften vi gav brinner mjukt och stumt
Om jag är tyst hör jag ert skratt
Som en våg mot en strand jag har tappat

Inget hem kvar — bara askgrå vindar
Inget “vi” kvar — men er röst finns kvar
När jag blundar hör jag ert hjärta slå
I varje drop, i varje blå

Jag tänder ett ljus i mörkret varje kväll
Låter lågan stava era namn igen
Om världen faller ska jag bära den
För allt som brann blev till en eld i mig

Inget hem kvar — men jag bär er vidare
I min bröstkorg — en stilla katedral
När gryningen kommer är natten mildare
Och stjärnorna viskar: kärleken är kvar
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Inget Hem Kvar - Feat. Sara Schiller

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Hello Without Meaning.mp3

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