Beloved Naughty Songs

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Lyrics © 2025 Ora Belle. All rights reserved.

Lyric Video: https://youtu.be/3WLlvKDa6dM


“I’ve Been Looking for You” came from a dream that felt more like a memory than a fantasy. It brought me back to a letter I wrote years ago but never sent. Words I kept to myself, until now. 

This is for the kind of connection that never had a clear beginning or end. The kind that visits you in dreams. The kind that teaches you through silence, distance, and time. It’s about how someone’s presence can echo through years, through others, through healing. It’s about honoring the love, offering the thank you that was never spoken, and learning to surrender without needing anything in return.

This one’s close to my heart. 
Thank you for listening. <3

I've Been Looking for You

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The Quiet Manifesto began on July 2nd, with an ache I couldn’t name and the whisper: “write a song about it.”
Eighteen days later, on July 20th, 2025, silence returned, the pain in my body lifted, and I felt as if I was born again.

I first wrote these words as a silent manifesto about truth, vulnerability, and connection. I shared them with Marol, who gave them music and space to breathe. His composition and production shaped a place where word and sound could meet.

This song carries a vow: to stay true, to remain whole, to let art witness healing. It is deeply personal — yet maybe it belongs to anyone who has ever missed themselves, and then found the courage to return.

The Quiet Manifesto

i wanna be your fuck machine
ooh, yeah baby
i wanna be your fuck machine
ooh, yeah baby
fuck machine
i wanna be your fuck
be your suck
be your easy 50 buck
dirty whore
be your thing
that you meet at the back door
that you bring 
to the party
when your friends all wanna score
when they all wanna ball
when they wanna filthy whore
when they want a piece of ass that's free for all
ooh yeah
that's me honey
that's what i can be
because i'm down and dirty
filthy little slut that want's to be
fucked hard
fucked hard
by all the cock that i can get
because i'm down and dirty
filthy little slut that want's to be
fucked hard
fucked hard
by all the cock that i can get
fuck me fuck me fuck me

fv<K machine

Lyrics © 2025 Ora Belle. All rights reserved.

“Tattoo the Trigger” came from the confusion that follows a panic moment, when your body remembers something your mind hasn’t caught up to yet.
It’s about transforming fear into ownership. Turning what haunted me into art, so it could never control me again.

It’s for anyone who’s faced themselves when it would’ve been easier to run.
For the ones who choose to stay present in the chaos long enough to understand it.

Thank you for listening❤️

Tattoo the Trigger

Frank Zozky joins Sidney Housen in a French House-style pop banger.
US vocalist and songwriter Frank Zozky collaborates with Platinum-awarded Sidney Housen [70 million streams of BLACK PEARL]. In recent years, Sidney has dedicated himself to his love for club music. Frank and Sidney connected in a songwriters forum, and together they quickly generated some great ideas; THIS track is one of them—sit back and enjoy; here comes a hit song for both the dance floor and the radio.

Sidney Housen Ft. Frank Zozky - Scar You Carve

after quiet comes tone.

a spoken word poem about presence, dignity, and truth in sound.
where respect is my language becomes a quiet rhythm —
a pulse between strength and stillness.
no need to raise the voice when tone itself carries light.

Kingdom of Tone

A dance-funk soul track about coming home to your own skin.

Warm bass, clear voice, playful truth.

“Skin of Truth” moves between sensual groove and free movement — body as rhythm, body as honesty.
It’s joyful and grounded, saying no to perfection and yes to presence.

Produced in collaboration with Suno AI, this track celebrates the moment when confidence meets softness.


Skin of Truth (Reclaiming My Body)

that's the kind of sex that i want
that's the ride i wanna get on
that's the way i wanna get off
that's all that i've been dreaming of

i've been dreaming of you,
boy 
i've been dreaming of you 
you destroy 
my heart whenever i 
see  
you
boy

i've been dreaming of you
boy
i believe in me and you 
boy 

i believe in me and you 

come on honey 
come to me
come on 
honey you know
i want your body 
next 
to 
me 

i want you inside me 

i 
want
you and my fantasy
to be 
my 
reality

come  

to me 

honey

baby come

to me



honey

put it in my throat
i wanna float your boat
i wanna swallow all you got
i want you right up in my spot

put it in my mouth 
you know that's what i'm all about 
i want you all up on my junk
i'll be your punk ass bitch
you're gonna gonna gonna get get all o' this

put it in my throat
i wanna float your boat
i wanna swallow all you got
i want you right up in my spot

put it in my mouth 
you know that's what i'm all about 
i want you all up on my junk
i be your punk ass bitch

you're gonna gonna gonna get get all o' this

punk ass bitch

all o’ this

ooh i wanna touch it, touch it
ooh i wanna clutch it, clutch it
ooh you know how much it, much it
turns me on

ooh i wanna make it, make it
ooh i wanna take it, take it
ooh and i can shake it baby, if you want

i got  my filth
back on
i know it's wrong but
it's what i want
and in my filth
i get it on
i make it last
until i come 

ooh i wanna make it, make it
ooh i wanna take it, take it
ooh and you can fake it baby, if you want

ever since i tried it, tried it
ooh i wanna ride it, ride it
you can come inside it baby, if you want

ooh i wanna get it, get it
ooh like you can give it, give it
ooh you know i need it, baby
all tonight 

ooh you gotta take me, take me
ooh you gotta make me, make me
ooh until you break me, baby
'till i'm gone

ooh i wanna rough it, rough it
ooh i wanna tough it, tough it
ooh it's not enough, enough
it's never enough

ooh I wanna touch it, touch it
ooh i wanna clutch it, clutch it
ooh you know how much it, much it
turns me on

ooh i wanna make it, make it
ooh i wanna take it, take it
ooh and i can shake it baby, if you want

i got  my filth
back on
i know it's wrong but
it's what i want
and in my filth
i get it on
i make it last
until i come

filth

Standing Still (Demo) by Spirit Sound is a moving reflection on faith when life feels too overwhelming. The song’s tender piano and airy atmosphere create a sacred calm, letting every note breathe with meaning. Written by Melinda Klotz Mercer, this demo captures the quiet strength of surrender — a moment between exhaustion and renewal where stillness becomes worship. 

Shadows whisper, give up
But I won't fade away
A fragile spark inside me
Keeps the dark at bay
I'm standing still in the chaos
While the storm is racing past
Holding on to the promise
That your love will always last

When the ground feels like it's breaking
And the night is cold and long
Your light keeps me steady
I'm standing still, but I'm not gone
Paper walls of marriage
Job, I can't escape
Children drifting farther
Dreams begin to break

But I hear your quiet whisper
Through the static and the pain
I will never leave you
I am with you in the rain
The darkness tries to bind me
But your mercy pulls me near
Even in the silence
Your heart becomes my fear

I'm standing still in the chaos
While the storm is racing past
Holding on to the promise
That your love will always last
When the ground feels like it's breaking
And the night is cold and long
Your light keeps me steady
I'm standing still, but I'm not gone

Even when the quicksand rises
And I can't see the dawn
I'm anchored in your promise
You are where my strength comes from
The world keeps on moving
But I'm not lost in the chill
I'm grounded in your glory
Still standing, standing still
Still standing, standing still
Still standing, standing still
Still standing, standing still
Standing still

Standing Still

Here is the last track in this series for now (and there are still lots of great homemade samples left).
I think it turned out quite well and is a nice conclusion.
It became clear to me that it's not as easy as it always seems, but it is possible with a little patience.
Even if you have an idea of the result you want in your head, the path to get there is often quite long. I have to admit that my tracks are mostly a bit unusual and almost entirely handmade. But I still have my doubts about the right genre.
I hope you had a little fun listening to them anyway.

Gate 57

The story begins with me wanting to do something together with my kids.
So I had the idea of making a song and, without any idea how, I just started. It's worth mentioning that my son is a die-hard fan of drum and bass (including some subgenres). What kind of stuff, I asked myself, exactly that.
I come from the past, back when techno and stuff like that was still around. I understood that. But this? “Oh man, no clue.” So I created a beat... and it wasn't in time. I thought to myself, that sounds really nice, this could be something...

Until recently, I had nothing to do with this kind of music. But now I think it's really cool.
Have a listen and let me know what you think.

Curiosity

First track of a forthcoming album called "Sweet songs for Winter", full of sassy, naughty and hot tracks for the cold days.
Lyrics:
I sprawl across the sheets, half-dreaming,  
Comfy socks on, the fan’s soft humming.  
Old t-shirt pulled-up, a beat in my veins,  
My fingers trace where heat remains.  

The gold through half-drawn blinds,  
a lazy dance of lust and time.  
My breath is slow, my thoughts adrift,  
a sigh escapes—A pleasure’s gift.  

(Chorus)
I love this lazy afternoon gooning
On my old T-shirt your smell lingers
Girl, thinking of you, I can’t stop edging,
I love the caress of my slick fingers

The mattress dips where shadows play,  
My body sweaty, my attention astray.  
I stretch long, a cat’s slow grace,  
While my fingers follow the trace.  

The air is thick with summer’s weight,  
My scented skin alive, my moves innate.  
I linger gently where the desire grows,  
a dampness that the pleasure follows.  

(Chorus)
I love this lazy afternoon gooning
On my old T-shirt your smell lingers
Girl, thinking of you, I can’t stop edging,
I love the caress of my slick fingers


No rush, no want, just warmth and light,  
Afternoon dissolves,  orgasm takes flight.
My socks still on, my thoughts askew,  
I drift where pleasure hums its tune.  

And when the dusk begins to creep,  
I stir but doesn’t leave the heat.  
The bed still holds me, loose and sweet,  
a gooning day—my bliss complete.

Lazy afternoon

Every wee boy wants to be James Bond. lol 

Suit made of plaid , tuxedo man
Looking oh so grand
Got that crooked smile
Walkin' down the aisle

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

He sips his sparkling wine
Pretends everything is fine
But his eyes they tell a tale
A lonely windy wail

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

Maybe he's a spy a secret agent man
Maybe he's just shy part of a bigger plan
We may never know the truth beneath the seams
Just a man in tartan living out his dreams

What's he hiding
What's inside him
Tartan tuxedo
Is it for show

Tartan tuxedo .wav

New electro track with history. translated: " With last strength "

Mit letzter Kraft

Track 4 - My Life 
LvL UP EP

Summer Vibes :p

My Life

Cheeky, sassy, kinky and playful songs exploring several styles and themes: grunge, bossa, pop..
I write lyrics and poetry. Sometimes, I compose music and play the piano. When I use AI for the music, I mention it in the tags.

Lazy afternoon

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