Classic story of romantic break up and heart break. Woman laments loss of her love so she does what many people do: sits in her apartment drinkin' and smokin' and feelin' alone. Nice lyrics and instrumentation in my view. What do you think? 

Smokin' Drinkin' Feelin' Alone

Smoking Drinking Feeling Alone

Sweetest Love of Mine hits hard from the first glance — a past love, once real, now wrapped in memory and regret. This is no simple heartbreak song — it’s a confession dressed in raw guitars and a heart that still aches. From childhood mates to something more, they shared a moment that never truly faded. Every verse carries the weight of lost chances, and every chorus is a cry for what could have been. With bright green eyes and a future he once saw so clearly, she still haunts his dreams. The rhythm moves between reflection and fire, with a voice that breaks and soars in equal measure. There’s no apology here — just honesty, scars, and the sound of a man who knows he let it slip. The hook drives hard, repeating like a heartbeat that refuses to let go.
It’s rock, it’s real, and it’s one of those songs that finds the soft spot you thought you’d buried.
Sweetest Love of Mine doesn’t ask for sympathy — it just tells the truth the way it was meant to be told.

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Lyrics
Sweetest Love of Mine

Every time I see her takes me back
Back to a time when my childhood memories ran free
It was a time when, I felt so safe and free
A time when me and her were mates (so happy)

We grew up and for a while we were partners
Now when I see her, I wish we could go back to then
Now if I think too long about it, I grow weak at the knees
I was such a fool back then, to let her, make her go

Whoa, oh-oh
She could have been mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
She was the sweetest love of mine

I remember looking in her bright green eyes
I could see my future, the way it should have been
But, I was young and stupid and blew that dream
I wish I could be with her now, she would be my Queen

Whoa, oh-oh
She could have been mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
She was the sweetest love of mine

Lately, I have seen her on her own
Trying to work up the nerve, to say hello
Way back then, I mucked up so bad
I know I broke her heart and I do not want to make her sad

Whoa, oh-oh
She could have been mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
She was the sweetest love of mine

Lately, I have seen her on her own
Trying to work up the nerve, to say hello
Way back then, I mucked up so bad
I know I broke her heart and I do not want to make her sad

Whoa, oh-oh
She could have been mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
She was the sweetest love of mine

Oh-oh, what do I do?
What do I do now?
No, no, no, no, she was the sweetest love of mine

Whoa, oh-oh
She could have been mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
She was the sweetest love of mine Whoa, oh-oh-oh

Keywords
Sweetest Love of Mine, past love, memory and regret, heartbreak song, raw guitars, childhood mates, lost chances, green eyes, future he once saw, haunts his dreams, reflection and fire, voice that breaks, honesty and scars, heartbeat that refuses, soft spot

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Sweetest Love of Mine

Sweetest Love of Mine - She Could of Been Mine

The song uses the metaphor and a couple turns of phrase from Robert Frost's Winter Wind & Window Flower to create a contemporary tune. His lyrics have been dramatically changed, but he gets, and deserves, credit for a wonderful  love lost metaphor. Thanks Bob...hope you don't turn in your grave.

The Winter Wind & Window Flower

Winter Wind & Window Flower

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

We Burn What We Crave”

(Dark R&B / Neo-Soul – Du-Ansprache, sinnlich & gefährlich)

[Verse 1]
You walk in slow — like you already sinned,
The air still smells like her perfume on your skin.
I should turn away, but I pull you in,
‘Cause the lie feels softer than the truth again.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every breath you take is a dare,
Every touch says you don’t care.
You whisper “don’t tell,” — I swear,
but we both know, baby, I will wear this sin to bed.

[Chorus]
We burn what we crave,
and call it love in the haze.
You taste like danger in lace —
and I want you that way.
We burn what we crave,
our shadows kiss in the flame.
It’s beautiful, it’s insane —
we burn what we crave.

[Verse 2]
You say her name — and I smile too sweet,
Got poison sugar underneath my teeth.
You’re a curse, but you pray to me,
like I’m the only god you’ll ever cheat.

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re ghosts with a pulse tonight,
drunk on guilt, high on spite.
Every lie just feels so right,
and I’d do it again if you ask me to fight.

[Chorus]
We burn what we crave,
and call it love in the haze.
You taste like danger in lace —
and I want you that way.
We burn what we crave,
our shadows kiss in the flame.
It’s beautiful, it’s insane —
we burn what we crave.

[Bridge]
Say my name, but choke on it slow,
Let the guilt show where your halo used to glow.
I don’t want truth — I want control,
Let the fire be our only soul.

[Outro]
So come closer — one last sin,
Let the smoke write where we’ve been.
If love is death, then let’s begin —
we burn… what we crave.

We Burn What We Crave

Always torments me

One of 12 new Christmas songs on SoundCloud Christmas playlists 2025.  This is a song about wine and how it emerges from grapes to our tables and social gatherings. Wine has an incredibly long history. This song plays homage to that history and hopefully entertains you and your friends/family at social events this year. Following are the lyrics for those interested:

WINE DANCE

[verse]

Berries glisten at morning light, sheen of dew born of night
In warmth of sun growth's begun
Color shows green to red, even gold 
At first frost grapes part the vine, merging next as nectar wine..ooh...nectar wine

[chorus]

Raise a toast to lessons past, taste ambrosia from your glass
Naught but wine has held a place where people seek both mirth and grace
Lusty red to golden white the living liquid brings delight
To we hale people all well met,  better still when lips are wet. 

[verse]

Wine brings joy when friends unite, leaving long remembered nights
With ruby red, depths are plumbed and inhibitions oft succumb  
Wine spurs thoughts we’ve never thought, some worthwhile, some are not.

[chorus]

Raise a toast to lessons past, now sip ambrosia from your glass
Naught but wine has held a place as people seek both mirth and grace.
Lusty red to golden white the living liquid brings delight
Taste this gift that for a night sends woes and cares to misty flight…woes and cares take misty flight…cares take misty flight...

Wine Dance Happy Holidays

Merkury - Anxiety attack

Let the children sing

Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

​Verse 1 
​Midnight hits, you walk in slow.
Got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."
I ain’t blind, I see the twist,
But I love the feeling when I get kissed.
Yeah, you’re good-looking. I give you that.
But you're a trap in a fancy hat.


​Pre-Chorus
​I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
It ain't love, and it ain't right—
It's just the perfect way to ruin the night.

​Chorus 
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.


​Verse 2 
​You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
And I pretend that I don't know the game,
That you don't call every girl the same name.
But darling, I’m worse, I'm already hooked.
A book I know the end of, but still gotta be looked.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​Pre-Chorus
​Don’t apologize, don't play the fool.
You’re only honest when your blood runs cool.
So keep your smooth talk, keep your damn line—
I just want the burn, I want the sign.

​Chorus
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.

​Bridge 
​"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison."

Outro 
​Honey on a razorblade...
Yeah, cuts right through...
...Cuts right through...


Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

Desert of Mirrors

The desert reflects like broken glass. Silence turns into a mirror where the traveler meets his own shadow.

The desert stretches, endless wide,
A mirror of shadows where secrets hide.
Each step echoes, a fragile sound,
In silence of nowhere, truth is found.

The sands reflect, the sky deceives,
The heart remembers what the eye believes.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The horizon bends, the light divides,
Time dissolves in shifting tides.
Mirages whisper, fragile and near,
The soul awakens when the path is clear.

Through the glass of the burning air,
I see myself waiting there.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The silence breaks, the shadows fall,
The desert of mirrors reveals it all.


Desert of Mirrors

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

Back In Baby's Arms

Dream Pop Productions