Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Lyrics & vocals : Janne Hennie

Deep inside me I have a secret place
No one knows about it
You can't see it on my face
There I can hide what I don't won't you to see
Love and anger
The truth about me..

Chorus:
In my little Chamber, my secrets are safe
And maybe one day I will take you to that place
Every tear I never showed
The words I never said
Are hidden in my chamber
My true self is there

All the love I never got to share
The pain and sorrow
It's all hidden there
All the frustration I had to put away
The honest words I couldn't say..

Chorus

Chorus

Deep inside me I have a secret place
No one knows about it
You can't see it on my face
There I can hide what I don't want you to see
Love and anger
The truth about me...

Chorus

Every tear I never showed
The words I never said
Are hidden in my chamber
My true self is there...

My Little Chamber

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

Yea I'm stressed out 
don't wanna talk about it
cause I doubt 
you wouldn't give a f*ck about it
self doubt 
can't get myself up out of this
the hole that I put myself in
dug it out
put myself in it
don't know how it turned out 
like this 
all I know is I want out
I've had it 
I'm stressed out 
Stressed ooooOoOoout

Stressed out 
I got nothing left 
checked out
so much I regret 
feeling left out 
like I'm second best
don't know how to forgive 
and I can't forget 
yea my life's a mess 
I'm depressed 
and I'm 
stressed out

Yea I'm 
stressed out 
wish I 
could forget about 
what has me
stressed out
but I cant 
live without 
being 
stressed out

Stressed out

Behind the Curtain invites you into a small, smoky club where one spotlight finds a lone chanteuse. These songs are intimate postcards from 1940 - 1950 Europe, street-lamp romances, train-station goodbyes, backstage confessions, and the quiet courage of women who keep going.

The Absinthe Drinker's Lament

This song was created and Written by: 
J J Samuel
The production, music and vocals were done by: 
J J Samuel 

#80s #Dance #Synthwave #SynthPop #ElectroPop #RnB #Charismatic #playful #Romantic #Love #Upbeat #Groovy

“Grooving to your heart” Is a romantic, playful electronic song, simply about How much I love my intimate moments with my partner and when we lay in bed together. Enjoying a cuddle/snuggle and feeling her warmth. I love feeling her heart beat and it’s definitely my safe place and what I cherish! ❤️ The thump thump thump inside her chest certainly has been grooving 💃 🎶 
Embrace

🕺 Grooving To Your Heart! ❤️

Shoreline Drive

Smólaigh  ( Gesindel )

have to fast again because quit nicotine candy caused me to eat toooooo much
made with honey (acoustic guitar)

a little honey (acoustic guitar) even tho i am fasting again

🔧U-2👎🏼👉🏼⁂©All Rights Reserved 10-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR POINT
____________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
If I shine
You dim the glow
If I fall
You tell me so
Your words cut sharp
Like a broken arrow
I’m climbing high
But the weight is narrow

(Pre-chorus)
You clap for the show
Then walk away
You’re here for the win
You don't care about the struggles...You don't have them, so how could you treat me better when you won't let me be a winner?  Is there more to you than good looks & crooked insinuative hooks?
You just want me livid & blue, so it elevates you. 

(Chorus)
What the hell is your point
Tell me now
Is it love or just a shadow somehow
If you can't stand the light, how will you be with me in darkness? 
Can you bear the rain, or are you here to cause me pain? 
What the hell is your point
It’s driving me to leave your cunning chains. 

(Verse 2)
I’m a rocket
But you ground my flight
You love the gold but hate what goes beyond your understanding...
Frenemies are off my slate. Find someone else to jade with your culprit slate.
When I’m down
You’re nowhere to see
But when I rise
You undermine with feigned victory

(Pre-chorus)
You say you care
But your silence screams
Your belief in me feels like a bad dream

(Chorus)
What the hell is your point
Tell me now
Is it love or just a shadow somehow
If you can't stand the light, how will you be with me in darkness? 
Can you bear the rain, or are you here to cause me pain? 
What the hell is your point
It’s driving me to leave your cunning chains.

What The Hell Is Your Point

Hey… Thanks for dropping by. As a young boy, around sixty years ago, I used to like to listen to old people as they rambled on with stories about their lives. I really enjoyed those stories. I am an old man now, and I tend to ramble on, as well. This song is about that…. as I wake up to a chilly autumn morning. I have been busy ‘buttoning things up’ for winter. Collecting seeds, preparing garden beds, raking leaves, moving stuff inside, winterizing my home, getting winter gear ready, and other such sundry tasks, some of which I had forgotten about, like filling a tub with gardening soil and compost for planting seeds next spring. So I put the tub right by my front door. Ha. I have mixed feelings about heading into another long mountain winter. Throw old age into the mix and boy, am I having fun. I have also been sitting outside quietly, as flocks of birds fly by. Some flocks temporarily stop here to rest and feed, before winging off. It is fascinating to watch the dynamics of the flocks and how different kinds of birds interact. There are high flying geese, cranes and ducks overhead as well. All those birds are vocal, and when I am outside working, I tend to whistle along with them. They don’t seem to mind. The relative harmonious balance of it all is so refreshing to watch. Although a robin, or two, in the mountain ash always seems to be chasing other robins away from the berry laden tree. There are more berries in that tree than all those robins could ever eat, and I watch as the chased away robins sneak back into the tree. Some older birds die here in the yard, as they are no longer up for the long migration ahead. Sad to see. I often find one or two of them, dead each year, huddled peacefully in the deep grass, or hidden elsewhere. It has also snowed several times here in October… Hope you’re doing well. Mark  

Autumnal Ramblings Of An Old Man

⚠️ Caution: Side effects include spontaneous cuddling, excessive hot chocolate, and texting “you up?” under song influence.

[Verse 1]
The snow is falling like a whispered song
And all the world feels right where we belong
The fire’s glowing, but it’s your touch I feel
You in my arms, now everything is real

[Chorus]
Christmas with you is a dream wrapped in light
A kiss on the porch in the soft winter night
I don’t need presents or ribbons of blue
All that I want is Christmas with you

[Verse 2]
The old carols play, the world fades away
It’s just me and you in this holiday haze
You smile, and time forgets how to move
I’ve waited my whole life for moments like you

[Chorus]
Christmas with you is the wish that came true
Snowflakes and laughter, forever in view
No shining star could outshine the truth....
My favorite gift is Christmas with you

[Bridge]
Let the candles burn, let the season spin
As long as I’m holding you, let December begin
We’ll slow dance beneath the tree’s soft glow
In your love, I found my home

[Final Chorus]
Christmas with you,no bells could compete
You’re the magic that makes my heart beat
I don’t need heaven to show me what’s true..
Because I already found it
Christmas with you

Christmas With You

Hi, thanks for listening.

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