English

Public Instalment of Creation

This song is something special to me. I met a special person who left me a long time ago. He liked this version, so I decided to recreate it and upload it. Enjoy.

Phantogram - Black Out Days [Future Island Remix] (Slowed & Reverb)

Lana del Rey - West Coast (Radio Mix)

Memory Of A Day

Running Through Colors

I Wanna Know

How do i say goodbye

So here I stand, the world in view, with every breath, I’ll see it through.

You Take Me By the Heart

Need To Breathe

Anywhere

Hannah Laing - Bass Boys (AKN Remix)

Bass Boys but its a lil different x

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BASS BOYS.

It would be easier if she realized
If she looked within herself
It's not hard to see that the flowers have withered
The leaves have fallen, and what remains
Is an endless cold breeze of winter

She can't see (She doesn't want to see)
And that only adds to her pain (Her fear)
Of an ending that's already determined

Tuesday morn, another sleepless eve concludes (yeah)
Solitary in the quiet, only I and the murmuring zephyr 
That asserts its passage through the casement
Reminding ever of your absence (absent evermore)

We're miscommunicating, crashing over the ground (crashing down)
Aggressively overspeaking, fatal flaws; it's a vice
I've been tiptoeing, walking slowly over a frozen pond (cracking out)
Feels like I'm just waiting for the cracks on the ice
Always changing like the weather, you're a trickster
There's no blossom season this time, inner winter   

There's no blossom season this time, inner winter
Always changing like the weather, you're a trickster
There's no blossom season this time, inner winter  

We're miscommunicating, crashing over the ground (crashing down)
Aggressively overspeaking, fatal flaws; it's a vice
I've been tiptoeing, walking slowly over a frozen pond (cracking out)
Feels like I'm just waiting for the cracks on the ice
Always changing like the weather, you're a trickster 
There's no blossom season this time, inner winter

Always changing like the weather, you're a trickster
(Always changing like the weather, you're a trickster)
There's no blossom season this time, inner winter  
(There's no blossom season this time, inner winter)

Nevermore


Inner Winter

So Blue (For You)


I say yes
I do understand 
You deserve it
And I don’t 
Catch those bowls 
That are yours 
And present them
It’s a show 
Don’t you know
Oh come on
You do want it
As I do 
Yes it’s true
It’s true
They are blue
Incredibly blue
For you

And I hope you’re happy
So happy for everything 
Can’t you see
I made it for you 
It’s for you
For you 

I say yes
I do understand 
You deserve it
And I don’t 
It’s an alternative kiss
The way we meet
Every time that I dream
With my open eyes 
Staring In your open eyes
Until you smile it away 
Oh come on
You do want it
As I do 
Yes it’s true
It’s true
They are all blue
Incredibly blue
For you

And I hope you’re happy
So happy for everything 
Can’t you see
I made it for you 
It’s for you
For you 

But you’re never happy 
And I feel blue
So blue
For you

You’re never happy 
And my life is blue
So blue 
Because of you

And in the end I know 
That I 
I feel blue
So blue 
For you
For you

You’re never happy 
And my life is blue
So blue 
Because of you

And in the end I know 
That I 
I’m not happy at all

So Blue (For You)

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Dundee DJ and producer Hannah Laing drops an addictive double single via her own doof label. Hannah unites with rhys from the sticks in the high-energy club heater ‘4am In A Rave’. The turbo-charged new single is a playful affair, as driving beats undercut sampled conversations from the rave, transporting the listener between the hypnotic rhythms of the dancefloor and the hazy glow of the smoking area. The track is already heating up dancefloors with spins from Patrick Topping, Sara Landry, Armin Van Buuren, Sim0ne, Charlie Sparks, Armin Van Buuren and more.

Buy:
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Buy:

4am In A Rave feat. rhys from the sticks

From the ALBUM "Letters to Mama" Featuring Gail Gatling. https://soundcloud.com/rplayin/sets/letters-to-mama
https://open.spotify.com/track/6rUZQ2YLgseaBPAgGRqBBY

"I was a victim… but I ain’t one no more."
Verse 1:
I walked through fire, I bathed in pain,
Learned to fight so I’d never feel it again.
They cut me down, they tore me apart,
But they ain't never gonna break my heart.
Chorus:
Sons of vengeance, we rise, we stand,
No more victims, we take command.
We wear our scars like battle lines,
We ain't afraid—this war is mine.
Verse 2:
No more shadows in my bed,
No more nightmares in my head.
I found my strength, I forged my steel,
Mama, I learned how to heal.
Bridge 
You can’t kill what won’t lay down,
I ain’t running, I own this ground.
Chorus:
Sons of vengeance, we rise, we stand,
No more victims, we take command.
We wear our scars like battle lines,
We ain't afraid—this war is mine.
Outro 
"I was broken… now I'm unbreakable."

Letters To Mama

Sons of Vengence

Sons of Vengeance(HD)

Notik

SPANISH:
Esta canción simboliza lo que viví, y lo que muchos hemos vivido: el sentirnos vivos, pero sin rumbo, sin sentido... "Muerto en Vida".
Segunda canción del álbum Unveiling My Heart (versión VIP).

ENGLISH:
This song represents what I went through and what many of us have experienced: feeling alive, yet directionless, without meaning… ‘Breathing But Gone.’
Second track from the album Unveiling My Heart (VIPversion).

BREATHING BUT GONE - VIP

Dead in the ground

SUNO 4.0

*

This is the night mail crossing the border
Bringing the cheque and the postal order
Letters for the rich
Letters for the poor
The shop at the corner and the girl next door
Scaling the summit
A steady climb
The gradient's against her
But she's on time
Past cotton grass and moorland boulder
Casting white plumes over her shoulder
Swift as an arrow she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses

Birds turn their heads as she approaches
Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches
Sheepdogs cannot turn her course
They slumber on with paws across
In the farm she passes
No one wakes
But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes

Dawn freshens
The climb is done
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus
The furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen
All Scotland waits for her
In dark glens
Beside pale-green lochs
Men long for news

Letters of thanks
Letters from banks
Letters of joy from the girl and the boy
Receipted bills and invitations
To inspect new stock or visit relations
And applications for situations
And timid lovers' declarations
And gossip
Gossip from all the nations
News circumstantial
News financial
Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in
Letters with faces scrawled in the margin
Letters from uncles
Cousins
And aunts
Letters to Scotland from the South of France
Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
Notes from overseas to Hebrides
Written on paper of every hue
The pink
The violet
The white and the blue
The chatty
The catty
The boring
Adoring
The cold and official and the heart's outpouring
Clever
Stupid
Short and long
The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong

Dawn freshens
Her climb is done
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus
The furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen
All Scotland waits for her

In dark glens.

Dead in the ground

The Hurt