All These Words

Woman who is struggling with internal shortcomings and feelings of self-doubt

Lost in my Own Life - Seeds of my own Destruction

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Filthy rich 

[Chorus] Ooh, he said he holy… But I caught him in the back with the rollie… Now he prayin' on me lowkey… Guess I’m the new religion, baby, hold me…
[Verse 1] He said he loyal, but he lyin’ in silk sheets Preachin’ like a saint while he slidin' in the DMs Credit card flexin’, got a cross on his neck But he only on his knees when he tryna get that check
Mmh, daddy got desires, But he sweatin’ through the choir Got a wife and a plan, but a hand in the fire Now he beggin’ for the taste, sayin’ “Please, Miss Messiah” But I ain't no savior, baby—I’m the supplier
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Sayin' all his prayers while he flirtin' Got his halo slippin’ in the bourbon Yeah, I see the truth behind the curtain
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Verse 2] I’m the main event, not the side dish He throw bands, but I’m icy, I don’t flinch Told him “kneel, but don’t preach”—this a pulpit And I bless him like it’s Sunday when I do splits
He like a choirboy gone rogue in the Benz Sayin’ “Hallelujah” every time it descends I’m the book he don’t read, but he sin through the lens Tryna turn a good girl into one of his trends
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Textin’ under tables while he thirty Smellin’ like regret and McFlurry Talkin’ ‘bout God but he thirsty
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Bridge] Don’t pretend you pure when you bite like a beast Don’t wear no crown when you come off the leash Preach all you want, I know you need release You like your saints in stilettos and heat
[Chorus] Yeah, he wanna get filthy rich (rich!) Sayin’ all the right lies with a twist Diamond cross, but his morals don’t match Yeah, he kneels but he worships the snatch (hah!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Sippin’ on sin like a twenty-year whiskey He prays, but it’s me he commits to Yeah, he holy… but he love it when I hit too
[Outro] Mmm… filthy.
Glitter on the cross, gloss on my kiss,
Talks like a saint but he moves like a risk.
Tried to confess—
But I like it like this.

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

Filthy rich (Feat. AYA)

"Built From Silence" is a heartfelt modern pop anthem that captures the journey of someone who’s always stood in the background, until now. It’s about finding strength in solitude, honesty in quiet moments, and rising from years of feeling overlooked. With steady rhythms, soaring melodies, and emotionally raw lyrics, the song turns silence into a source of power. It's for anyone who’s ever felt invisible,  but stayed true to themselves anyway.

Built From Silence

Szept wiatru

“Forever in Waiting” is a tender and dreamy ballad that captures the timeless ache of longing for love to return home. With gentle melodies and soulful lyrics, it paints a picture of devotion beneath starlit skies — a song for hearts that know the beauty and the pain of waiting for someone they love.

Forever in waiting

The song uses the metaphor and a couple turns of phrase from Robert Frost's Winter Wind & Window Flower to create a contemporary tune. His lyrics have been dramatically changed, but he gets, and deserves, credit for a wonderful  love lost metaphor. Thanks Bob...hope you don't turn in your grave.

The Winter Wind & Window Flower

Winter Wind & Window Flower

Mehr als nur Worte, tiefer als der Klang

Wildfire

Verse 1:
We walked inside a glowing shrine,
Un temple né de pure lumière,
A neon cathedral lost in time,
Where fate reformed the midnight air.

Verse 2:
Your footsteps echoed like a vow,
Ton âme brûlait avec douceur,
You touched my heart—I don't know how,
But every beat grew stronger there.

Chorus:
Neon cathedral dreams alive,
Fais-moi renaître, fais-moi survivre.
Within your light, I feel I thrive—
A truth no star could dare deprive.

Verse 3:
Your voice rings soft in vaulted code,
Mes peurs tombent dans le passé,
We climbed beyond the overload,
Where hope refused to fade away.

Bridge:
Même quand le monde se brise,
Your glow becomes my brightest rise.
Nos âmes, liées sans reprise,
Ascend through synthetic skies.

Chorus:
Neon cathedral dreams alive,
Fais-moi renaître, fais-moi survivre.
Within your light, I feel I thrive—
A truth no star could dare deprive.


Neon Cathedral Dreams

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. An engineer and lifelong observer, Solive Raye writes for those who feel alone in crowded rooms, where silence speaks louder than words.


Blending dark, atmospheric tones with flickers of hope, his music lives in the in-between: not quite despair, not quite light, but something honest.


Raised in movement, from football fields to refereeing lines, he now wanders more internal landscapes, shaping every lyric with the precision of an outsider looking in.


Solive Raye doesn’t shout. He resonates.