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You give your love by the drip drop 
I'm tired of holding on to an empty plate
You came on strong in the beginning
Thought you were everything  I was wrong

The Juice (Ain't Worth The Squeeze) 
Not one drip drop of the love
You're serving me
The Juice (Ain't Worth The Squeeze) 

Confused out my mind
I must have been to waste my time
Cause the lovin wasn't jerkin on nothing
Just a waste of time

The Juice (Ain't Worth The Squeeze) 
Not one drip drop of the love
You're serving me
The Juice (Ain't Worth The Squeeze) 


This ain't working
Can't you see
The time has come 
It's time to leave

Why oh why
Do I ask myself 
For the answers that I know will 
Leave me depleted 
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Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

The Juice (Ain't Worth the Squeeze)

Auteur : Vincent Caplan
19.07.2025
Texte protégé Sacem
Musique, Arrangements, Voix Masculine : IA Suno V4.5+
Direction Musicale : Vincent Caplan
Tous droits réservés


Regrets Des Non-Dit - Vincent Caplan IA

Cracked vinyl seats. A stolen kiss under the Hollywood sign. Gas station roses and a full tank of sin. Backseat Revival is Ellis Wilder’s wild-eyed confession of love, lust, and getting the hell outta town.

Fueled by stomp-clap percussion, jangly guitars, and preacher’s son tension, this queer folk-rock anthem burns with reckless joy and sensual rebellion. It’s Joplin-meets-Isakov, with the windows down and no plan but desire.

For the ones who pray with their hips, scream in harmony, and kiss like warnings.

“If this is damnation—baby, let me in.”

Backseat Revival

Breaking the Chains

Bare Sigh

Bare Sigh - Soheil Rajab

Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

I've been walking down these empty streets,
Where your laughter used to be.
You said forever, now you're gone,
Tell me where did we go wrong?

I see the pictures on the wall,
Smiling faces, now they fall.
Did I lose you, did I break?
Or was it love that was a fake?

I want to feel what love is,
Girl, you promised forever.
Now you lost faith in me,
Was this all a game, girl?

I need to know what love is,
You need to show me, girl,
That you will love me forever,
Even when I'm not at my best.

Every road just leads to you,
But the signs are torn in two.
If I could turn back all the time,
Would you still be mine?

I hear your voice, it's getting faint,
Memories painted, starting to fade.
Tell me, baby, is this the end,
Or can we learn to love again?

I want to feel what love is,
Girl, you promised forever.
Now you lost faith in me,
Was this all a game, girl?

I need to know what love is,
You need to show me, girl,
That you will love me forever,
Even when I'm not at my best.

I know I made mistakes before,
But I won’t run, not anymore.
If there’s a chance to make this right,
I’d fight for you with all my life.

Tell me, girl, do you feel the same?
Do you still believe in my name?
If love is real, don’t let it die,
Take my hand and give us time.

If you walk away, take my heart,
Leave me broken, torn apart.
But if there's a chance, don’t let go,
Let me love you, let it grow.

I want to feel what love is,
I won’t give up, I won’t let go.
If there's still fire in your heart,
Baby, let it start to show.

I need to know what love is,
I’ll prove to you that love is real.
If you just give me one last chance,
I’ll never let you go again.
Tell me, girl, do you feel the same?
Or has love just slipped away?

Feel What Love Is (Revised)

This dark pop ballad explores the raw, imperfect nature of love—not as romance or perfection, but as a quiet act of endurance. The lyrics trace the emotional terrain of forgiveness, patience, and vulnerability, revealing how love survives through silence, bruises, and the courage to stay. With whispered confessions and cinematic restraint, the song moves through intimate verses, fragile choruses, and a haunting instrumental section that breathes like memory. It’s a portrait of love as a slow, painful, and beautiful process of learning to breathe again.

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Learning to Breathe Again

Wide variety of tunes and moods on this album, either songs mostly easy listening dream pop.

Glad I Met You

Esta canción va dedicada a la ciudad natal y en honor a Carlos Santana! Un prodigio que empezó su carrera de niño.

Tributo -Tijuana Blues

مست خوابیدم نمی‌دانم در آغوش که بود

thank you lord for loving a sinner

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.

Glad I Met You

Dream Pop Productions