أصالة - زي الهوى | Assala - Zay El Hawa

فاديا طنب الحاج - مرفرف الدلال - تُراه | Fadia Tomb El Hage - Morafref Al Dalal - Tourah

بودكاست ساندوتش ورقي: لماذا نغرق في الحزن وكيف نستطيع الخروج من الظل؟

08-What am I doing sitting here 2-Inglés

يا صلاة الزين |  تسجيل كاسيت - عصام رجي

The album "Savoy Nights" delivers fifteen electrifying tracks that capture the golden age of big band swing at its peak. Situated between 1935-1939, this collection transports listeners to the legendary Savoy Ballroom, where couples danced the Lindy Hop under glittering lights and the music never stopped.

When the Ballroom Closes

I Lost My Wallet in El Segundo
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson.

I woke up sweatin’ in a cheap café,
The waitress said, “Señor, you gonna pay?”
I said, “Funny thing, I would if I could,
But my wallet took off... ain’t that good?”
So I hit the street, all sand and sun,
Lookin’ for leather, but I found fun...
A mariachi crew with brass and soul,
Played “Cielito Lindo” till they took my toll.

I lost my wallet in El Segundo,
The trumpets blared and tequila flowed.
Now I’m payin’ off tabs I don’t even owe,
Chasin’ shadows where the warm winds blow.
Thought I found it... turns out, no,
In the land of sand and the neon glow.
I lost my wallet in El Segundo...
And man, that’s just how stories go.

The bar man winked, said, “This one’s free,”
Next round came... cost infinity.
I said, “My friend, that’s not what I meant,”
He said, “You drink one, that’s a binding event.”
So I grabbed a rag, joined the staff,
Washin’ dishes, the band still laughed.
Trumpets playin’, they wouldn’t quit,
I’m singin’ backup just to cover my debt.

I lost my wallet in El Segundo,
Chasin’ dreams in a sideways flow.
Mariachi singin’, “Señor, olé!”
While I mop the floor and fade away.
If you see my ID, please let me know,
Guess fate’s got jokes today, amigo.
El Segundo took my dough,
And left me hummin’ soft and low.

Then the light got weird, my head got tight,
The world went hazy, I lost the fight.
Woke up starin’ at a busted sign,
Bus stop, East L.A. line.
I said, “Wait a minute, this ain’t the show,
Ain’t no mariachi, where’d they go?”
Checked my pockets, not a cent in tow,
Guess El Segundo was all in the glow.

The asphalt shimmered, the bus rolled by,
A pigeon stared with a judging eye.
I laughed and said, “Man, that’s rich,
Lost my wallet and my mind in a glitch.”
The driver said, “Hop in, no fee,”
I said, “You sure?”... he said, “Buddy, I see.
You’re cooked, sunburned, maybe deranged...
But El Segundo’s far, and dreams get strange.”

So now I’m ridin’, hummin’ that tune,
The one they played beneath that moon.
Was it real, or a fevered game?
I still smell tequila when they call my name.
And maybe life’s a mariachi band,
You wave your hands... don’t understand.
They play your song till you fade from view,
Then wake up broke... but brand new too.

I lost my wallet in El Segundo,
Runnin’ on hope and a bus-stop flow.
Tequila dreams and desert pride,
Guess I found myself where I nearly died.
El Segundo? No go, it seems,
Just a heatstroke wrapped in dreams.
If you lose your way in that sunlit glow,
Don’t chase your wallet... just let it go.

#ILostMyWalletInElSegundo
#MariachiDreams
#TequilaAndHeatstroke
#NeonDesertTales
#BasedOnATrueStory



Lost My Wallet In El Segundo - based on a true story

Akiva David | Divine Imagination Radio crafted a genre-smashing, high-voltage concept album dissecting the heart of New Jersey’s political corruption, cultural absurdities, suburban rage, and mafia-rooted justice system. Blending satirical lyrical fire with a sonic palette that swings between 1960s crooner pop, Italian jazz-tango, Dre-era hip-hop, 1920s orchestral bombast, and Motown soul, this record delivers biting commentary with theatrical flair.

Each track paints a surreal portrait of the Garden State, where shopping center brawls echo like courtroom betrayals, where justice is weighed in favors not facts, and where every county speaks in its own absurd dialect. Featuring explosive storytelling, genre mutations, and vocal performances that teeter between Broadway and backroom deals — this is New Jersey like you've never heard it before.

If Sinatra scored The Sopranos with a trap kit and a crooked judge in the booth, you'd land somewhere here.

1. Welcome to New Jersey (Blood in the Pipes)

فــي ليــالٍ كــتَمَتْ سـرَّ الهـوى 
بــالدُّجى لــولا شــموس الغُـرَر 
مــال نجــمُ الكـأس فيهـا وهـوى 
مســـتقيمَ السّــيرِ سَــعْدَ الأَثَــرِ 
وطَـرٌ مـا فيـه مـن عيـبٍ سـوى 
أَنّـــه مـــرّ كــلمْح البصَــرِ 

جــادك الغيــث

تأمل تنظيف الهالة بالداوزنج والريكي

جيتك لبابك حبيبي
صكيت في وجهي بابك
آه يا ردات النصيب
ما قلت لي مرحبا بك
جربت بردك و صيفك 
لا لا تمادى بكيفك
الحب بحسابي ضيفك 
لا تساله ويش جابك
ان كان لي ما انت فاكر 
اجيبك الوقت باكر
إن كنت لي الحب ناكر مابيك ظلل لي جابك
*جيتك لبابك حبيبي 
صكيت في وجهي بابك 
آه يا رداءة النصيب 
ما قلت لي مرحبا بك

جيتك لبابك حبيبى .. نعيمة سميح "

Lance Thomas Davidson | Music Biography
I’m Lance Thomas Davidson, a professional songwriter and producer currently residing in Bali, Indonesia. I create original music that spans multiple genres—including R&B, rap, country, progressive rock, and metal—each crafted with a story that listeners can connect with on a deep level.

My music is recorded by a diverse selection of artists, who, under mutually beneficial non-disclosure agreements, perform as “ghost cover” artists. As the sole owner of the master rights, I offer these productions for licensing in flexible formats. Artists have the option to engage in profit-sharing agreements, purchase the rights outright, or acquire the masters for unlimited editing and distribution, tailored to their creative vision.

I prefer to conduct business exclusively online, maintaining a discreet approach while delivering high-quality music productions worldwide.

© 2024 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.

Lost My Wallet In El Segundo - based on a true story

Lance Davidson