Really really good more people need to hear it

"Last Call" is a pop-rock ballad about pouring your heart into something without any immediate payoff — and wondering if you should keep going. It captures that three-feet-from-gold moment, when exhaustion sets in and the dream (personified as “you”) feels distant, yet your heart knows it’s yours. Rooted in perseverance, it’s a reminder to hold on even when the world gives you every reason to walk away. Drawn from my own journey — leaving India to pursue music in the U.S., with family half a world away — the song blends synthy textures with rock guitars and drums, beginning with a spacey openness and building into a gritty, anthemic climax: a sonic embodiment of resilience.

Lyrics:

Took a plunge off the pier
Shook hands with my fears
Struck a deal with hope
All just to hold you close

Haven't seen my family in years
Learnt to laugh, love through my tears
Crossed the seven seas
But you don't seem to see

The way I try hard to make you mine
Yet you turn away
(You) find someone else to bless,
to take my place

How u wander though you know
You can make me your home
And I don't know where to stop
I go on, on, on…

To my last call
Once (and) for all
I've waited way too long
Here's the last one
Then I'm done
But you're my only one
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm vain
but I can't go on living this way
it's the last call
(The) last one
then I will be gone

Now I've made a few mistakes
And that's how we up the stakes
I've found peace in that face
And love in myself
Tryna be with you has taught me the best
And all I ask from you is a yes, yes

In the last call
Once (and) for all
(I've) waited (for) way too long
Here's the last one
then I'm done
You're my only one
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm vain
But (I)can't go on living this way
Here’s the last call
(The) last one
then I will be gone

Last Call

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And as I can confirm, cause I`ve seen that on tv, this rain falls preferably when asian supermodels meet the king to play a round of go.... don´t question it 😁

MongWoo

Enjoy what it sounds like to cruise the city at night!

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NIGHTLIFE

Hank Rusch goes for the throat with this stripped down raucous rocker about a fugitive from injustice called The Innocent.  Hank creates a raw precision with his spare but loud use of only drums, bass, guitar. Sweet but grinding like frosting on a cake with a file inside Hank give us just desserts with his slide guitar work. Hank's voice brings an authentic dimension to the song as he recounts the first person story of a man wrongly convicted, escaped, on the run.  Hank's screaming falsetto in tandem with his high slide guitar ends the song like a war cry... as if to say, Today is a good day to die, but I will fight for one more.

The Innocent
I went down to the River
I saw somethin' no one ever should see
The law did somethin' bad
They pinned it all on me

On my way to Leavenworth
the train it left the tracks
Everybody broke their backs
But I walked out without a scratch

So they put me in Joliet
on a back to back 30 stretch
But me and a road dog found a way
to put a hole in the fence

We ran and ran in our prison stripes
til' we found a old garage
We put on mechanics uniforms
and hot wired the owner's Dodge

We put some miles between Joliet
We drove without the lights
I wished the darkness would never end
It started gettin' light

They caught my partner and they made the Dodge
he went down in a blaze of bullets
I watched it all from the café
as I stuffed my hungry gullet

I slipped out of town on a mail truck
your letters might be a little late
'cause they shot it full of lead
I crawled into a sewer grate

I met a woman in St. Paul
She liked me and she took me in
She believed I was innocent
as long as I gave her good lovin'

But I saw her sittin' in a G man's car
I could tell from the government plates
They had the goods on her for somethin' else
She gave me up and turned states

I've been runnin' for five year now
I've used every alias
What I saw the law do that night
they'd hang if I was to witness

Listen to my story
I got to tell it before I'm gone
I swear to you I'm the innocent
There's more where I came from

I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul
I'm The Innocent, I'm The innocent
Don't try to give me your back door parole
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent,
If I stop runnin' I'll never get old
I'm The Innocent, I'm The Innocent
Lord have mercy on my soul

The Innocent

This song is about knowing you can't mess up things that are meant for you. It's about not being afraid of the journey as it's 'funny how it all works out for good'

Copyright Mia Wilks 2025 PRS 

Lyrics 

Verse 1

You’ve been in a rut 
Running out of luck 
Can’t seem to find your purpose 
You’ve been feeling stuck
Doors keep closing shut 
Tell you how it’s worth it 

Hey
It’s ok 
Ya don’t say 
I’ve got a feeling 
Everything is gonna fall right in place 
One day 
One day 

Chorus 

Funny how it all works out 
Even through the ups and downs 
Funny how it all works out for good 

Breath in breath out
Let go of doubt 
Everything all works out for good
Funny how it all works out for good 


Verse 2

You don’t feel the love 
It’s never quite enough
Can’t seem to find your purpose 
You’ve been feeling rushed 
Life is kinda tough 
Tell you how it’s worth it

Thank you to David and Justin for collaborating on this track

For Good

Vedran - One Second

Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

Modes About Me - Dead Body
Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Dead Body

Sarebbe sciocco restare sani di mente in questo Mondo, tutto ricoperto di vergogna. Peace

Remain Sane

Ombré [Minimal Groove Concept]

Synchronicity

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Pronounced LY - CRON - IX
21 y/o multi-genre Experimental Artist/Producer just trying to find his sound

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