Powerful singing - you can feel every word - in that way, reminds me of Janis Joplin!

Une poignante chanson folk acoustique à l'ambiance intimiste. La nostalgie est au rendez-vous sur ce morceau doté d'une puissante interprétation vocale féminine empreinte de mélancolie. Ce morceau grandement atmosphérique à l'esthétisme musical intemporel déborde d'émotions et d'intensité. 〰 A poignant acoustic folk song with an intimate ambience. Nostalgia is the order of the day on this track, with its powerful, melancholy female vocals. This highly atmospheric track, with its timeless musical aesthetic, is brimming with emotion and intensity.

Beautiful song. I used to pray too and as I grew up and learned about the world I just replaced God with the Universe. I still talk to it instead of God and that works for me. keep shining it down ☮️

This is brilliant, beautiful melody and the vocal is so intense

What a song. Vox and lyrics are brilliant. Fabuslous all around. Congrats... Kelvin from Brighton sent me your way

Waoooooo ! I really Like this song … beautiful voice, very beautiful … thank You for that !

best pop song on soundcloud

#summer is coming.
You need a tune for #GoodVibesOnly to #Dance and that put you in a great mood?
Then 'Keep you on Replay' is the song you need
A great mid-tempo beat, groovy bass lines, gorgeous vocals

Keep you on replay

Keep You On Replay

Lyrics : 

As a little girl I knew how to pray, 
But that was yesterday 
And now I forgot so I don’t know how to say 
That I want you to take me back to my young years 
Could you do this for me please 

I wonder how to pray

Seems that I’ve missed it all 
All the things 
You’ve put on my way 
How can  I’ve done so wrong ? 
How can I forget how to to pray ? 
Please bring me back to my young years
I’d like to start it all over

So before 
You take me cold
I’d like another chance 

I don’t know how to pray no more
What are the things you expect for(from) me tell me !

Everything goes slowly 
So slowly
But to quickly when I look back 
Looks like
I’m in a 
Shabby old summer road movie 
With those old dirty cars and trucks  
And the sun Going down

drowning the landscape 
In the dark 
Just like me
 actually 

Take me back to my young years please 

I don’t know how to pray but I’d like you to hear me
Please take me back to my young years 
I want to start it all over again 
Heal me
Bring me
Where There are so much things  for I  to say 

don’t take me cold today 
I still have so much things to do 
I want to show the world who I am even if I know it’s not what you expect me to do 
It’s only because I feel that I have so many things to sing so many things  to say 
Hear me 
Heal me
And tell me what I’ve done wrong 
One day maybe yesterday 

I love my life 
Can’t tell the rest of it 
I love my life but I want to change it now 
Take me back to my young years so I can live what I’m supposed to live
Take me back where I belong to now
 
I wanna live on the stage

I have so many things to say
Even if nobody cares

Please   take me back 
To my     yoUng years

Make a donation

Where I Belong

https://soundcloud.com/eric-clegg
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5bX6wvvcDN1uumWrDl2M2g

She doesn't know I'm alive _ Eric Clegg_ Acoustic remix by Leshaw

Mrs. Hollywood | Go-Jo

it's hard to be in another's shadow
stuck in the lime light again
can you ever get past them
 your spot light waits in vain   
                                                                                              Its hard to be a famous man's daughter
 people love you but not for why they alter 
 they want a bit of his fame
 they feel special but you don't feel the same

does your a pretty  daughter 
 she makes you feel old and plain
mirror mirror  you  just got older
when will you be  beautiful again
                                          
OR SO THEY SAY       
 that's what they say

its  hard to be Cinderella  stepsister
when you wanted to marry the princes to
 why can't you have a happy ending 
 NO GOLDEN SLIPER FOR YOU
                                        

its hard to be a WALL FLOWER   
to be no one special at all
watching others dance 
with the prince at the ball

Fame

A little demo song about appreciation,,,,,,,,,you know who you are…………..cheers for having a listen


You never ask for more than nothing
A kinder heart you couldn’t find
And what you have you’d gladly give
Always there, to ease my worried mind

And when the wind was angry
And the sky got dark
I’d listen to you sing
And the light would shine around you
And make me smile again
You kept me under your wing

A smile can say more than a thousand words
Among the noise it’s hard now to be heard
But you always got an ear to lend for sure
Never hesitate, to open up your door

And even in my darkest hour
When no one’s getting through
You showed me nothing but love
Your arms wrapped tight around me
Making me feel safe again
You kept me under your wing

Under Your Wing

Doing Nothing, Going Nowhere

Daydreams

At ad21, we are delighted to present Piano Whispers 01, a unique compilation celebrating Piano Day 2025 (March 29). This album brings together 51 talented pianists from around the world, each contributing their artistic vision to the neoclassical piano music landscape.

Piano Whispers 01

Quietly Unravelling

Listen

Quietly Unravelling - CrusaderBeach

PROJECTION by Nova J

I wanna be like YOU
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like HE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like YOU
Wanna be like—

I wanna be like YOU
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like HE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like WE

I believe your projection
You believe my projection
We believe the reflection
But nobody sees the cracks

I’m stoned
I don’t wanna be alone
Will you drive me home
Or leave me on my own?

I’m stuck
Outta pills and luck
Tired of feeling fucked
Tell me, do you give a fuck?

I wanna be like YOU
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like HE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like ME

I wanna be your projection
You believe my projection
We believe the reflection
And we call it connection

Maybe I’ll float away
Melt into yesterday
Maybe I’ll call your name
Just to hear what you say
Maybe you’ll feel the same
Or maybe I’ll go insane

Stoned…
Don’t wanna be alone…
Stoned…
Don’t wanna be alone…

I wanna be like YOU
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like HE
Wanna be like HE
Wanna be like SHE
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like ME
Wanna be like—

I wanna be your projection
You believe my projection
We believe the reflection
And we call it connection

I wanna be your projection
You believe my projection
We believe the reflection
And we call it connection

PROJECTION

Time stands still
No need to run
Night’s our kingdom
We've just begun
The echoes linger
Soft and light
Carved forever in this twilight
Endless twilight
Hold me near
Shadows vanish

Endless twilights

"My Sweet Lady is a song written and first recorded by John Denver, and was included on his Poems, Prayers & Promises LP in 1971.
Denver released it as a single in 1977. Record World said that "a lilting string arrangement complements his sincere vocal and gentle acoustic guitar work."
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea

My Sweet Lady -John Denver (Cover)

Where You Going Now

Lyrics from a poem I published in High School. 

Lyrics

In the garden of Eden,
I lie myself down,
to wash my throat,
full of fresh, spring water,
and I ride in the sky,
on the billowy clouds,
where is nothing to hide,
and everyone doesn't care,
they are happy at each others' work,
and I eat the good fruit,
throwing out the bad,
I sing and dance,
nobody cares,
everybody is happy,
there is love in the garden,
of Eden,
and lie yourself down,
and look at yourself,
as I have,
and you shall never be angry,
never.

In the Garden of Eden

Shattered Blossoms

Dedicado a mi hermano Francisco-Paco, por toda su paciencia y ayuda. Muchas veces hermano y otras padre. Gracias

Era apenas un muchacho,
de sandalias rotas y pan escaso,
que mendigaba palabras en las plazas
y dormía bajo los olivos desgastados.

Lo llamaban Eliam,
y nadie notaba su paso,
pero su alma era clara como el agua
que escaseaba en los campos.

Un día, al borde de un sendero,
se cruzó con un hombre vestido de polvo y silencio.
Tenía los ojos que iluminaban y la cara cansada,
y hablaba con la paz de quien ha vencido al miedo.

—¿Tienes hambre? —preguntó el Hombre.
—De pan... y de algo que no entiendo —dijo el niño.

Jesús sonrió con el dolor de los que saben,
y le ofreció su mano.
—Entonces sígueme. Aún queda luz antes del llanto.

Caminaron juntos hasta el huerto sagrado,
donde la sombra de la cruz ya se respiraba,
y allí, en la noche donde el alma llora,
Jesús se detuvo, miró al muchacho,
y con voz tenue le dijo:

—A ti te muestro lo que aún no es.
No para que temas,
sino para que cuando llegue,
reconozcas la señal.

Jesús colocó sus dedos sobre su ojo derecho,
y en un gesto lento y solemne,
se lo quitó como quien abre un portal sellado.
Lo colocó en la palma del niño
y el mundo se detuvo.

Eliam cayó de rodillas.
El ojo brillaba como un sol contenido.
Y al mirar por el hueco
donde el ojo estaba, vió…

los cielos girando de modo extraño,
como si el eje del mundo se hubiera quebrado.
Las nubes eran verdes y caian piedras calientes,
el mar hervía como sangre agitada.
Ciudades colapsaban sin sonido,
y hombres y mujeres corrían,
clamando por agua, por aire,
por un Dios que ya no respondía.

En el centro del caos,
había fuego.
Pero no el fuego divino,
sino uno creado por las manos del hombre,
alimentado por orgullo, codicia, y olvido.

Eliam quiso gritar.
Pero no tenía voz.
Y cuando volvió en si, sus ojos volvieron a encontrar a Jesús,
este tenía lágrimas de sangre.

—Apocalipsis —le susurró el Maestro,
—Y tú, Juan... lo escribirás cuando llegue el momento.

Odín Prestó un Ojo, Jesús susurró y Juan Escribió el Final

Salad Hill is a place that looks out over a park. 
On this hillside everybody brought there own salads for lunch, hence the name. 
On that very spot we talked about our future, about having children, and also about the end of our relationship. 
Salad Hill has a deep house base, with overlapping pop vocals. 
The track builds to a falsetto chorus. 
The sax gives it an uplifting vibe, as the lyrics take you down memory lane. 
It's about two people reminiscing about the hill and what it represents. Thanx

Salad Hill

Christoper Ladoix - Salad Hill

Beatmaker, Paris. Here to share music and collaborate with DJs, producers, and singers.

Soli Ko is a duo of artists who blend their music with poetic lyrics. Their texts tell stories or feature characters in an introspective manner, exploring inner struggles and the duality of emotions.
Their music combines folk elements with a strong acoustic presence. Their compositions are characterized by minimalist arrangements, where the acoustic guitar is accompanied by a highly expressive voice. Their musical style, both intimate and melodic, highlights sounds that reflect a simple yet profound exploration of emotions.

Soli Ko est un duo d'artistes qui marient leur musique à des paroles poétiques. Leurs textes racontent des histoires ou des personnages de manière introspéctive, explorant les combats intérieurs et la dualité des émotions. 
Leur musique allie des éléments folk avec une forte présence acoustique. Leurs compositions sont caractérisées par des arrangements épurés, où à la guitare acoustique se mêle une voix hautement expressive. Leur style musical, à la fois intime et mélodique, met en valeur des sonorités qui reflètent une exploration des émotions avec simplicité.

Where I Belong

Soli Ko

Recent comments

Nikola Zenko

The Beautiful Dark

John Dyhouse

Alister said

Related tracks