Indie Pop, Dreampop, Neo-Psychedelica, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

Paint the town.

How many tears before we learn

This song was inspired by the absolute gem of a song by Nova J - Middle Age
(https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/middle-age)

SOMEDAY:

I missed your call again last night
Left the room lit, said I might
Be back before the morning fell—
But time runs fast when minds dwell

I skipped the party, skipped the rain
Traded home for  the midnight train
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

I learned to keep my suitcase near
To say goodbye without the tears
Wrote your name inside a song
Then left before you sang along

I used to dance with both my shoes
Now I move not to lose
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

Oh, the calls I didn’t take
The friends I didn’t make
The hands I didn’t hold
For stories never told

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
Someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got
I leave it all behind

Someday

Ouna

Fogo Branco

Ficas bem perto de Deus
De garrafa na mão aos céus
Uma vida sem saída
Trago de escárnio poesia

Anda comigo e dá-me a mão
Bons costumes deixados no chão
Dar sangue por um Sheridan
Chá de alecrim e avelã

Banco de trás
Diz só para mim
Juras de amor
Quero fugir
Beija-me os lábios
Volta para mim
Senta-te ao colo e bebe uma Pepsi

Esta saudade e ausência de viver
Se o amor não tem idade quero amar até morrer
Fogo branco para sempre
Vou de escárnio a trovador

Ficas bem perto de Deus
De garrafa na mão aos céus
Uma vida sem saída
Trago de escárnio poesia

Anda comigo e dá-me a mão
Bons costumes deixados no chão
Dar sangue por um Sheridan
Chá de alecrim e avelã

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Fogo branco para sempre
Para sempre
Para sempre
Ámen

Ficas bem perto de Deus
De garrafa na mão aos céus
Uma vida sem saída
Trago de escárnio poesia

Anda comigo e dá-me a mão
Bons costumes deixados no chão
Dar sangue por um Sheridan
Chá de alecrim e avelã

Fogo Branco

Discover more about this track and its story by checking out the playlist.
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https://soundcloud.com/guiville/sets/old-friends
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Way up there, where the air thins,
your shadow still climbs the sky,
a lantern burning in the frost,
a name I can’t remember right.

I send words like kites into silence,
they tangle in branches of cloud.
You are a constellation unpronounced,
a map I was never allowed.

The ground is heavy with absence,
stones hum with your old refrain,
I tried to follow the trembling wires,
but the signal dissolved in rain.

Way up there, you’re drifting farther,
a song the horizon stole.
I am earthbound, stitched to soil,
pulling threads from a tattered soul.

Way Up There

IAE - Infinity Repeats ( prod. michael harrison + ayoley )

Tired Of Trouble

Old Owl

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Years ago I watched a movie called Threads that portrayed the consequences of nuclear war in the 1980s.  It is a powerful, disturbing movie that led me to write the song presented here. The lyrics seem to be as sadly relevant today as they once were. I'd say this is the only overtly political song that I've written with the remainder dealing with typical topics of lament.  Please have a listen and if you like what you've heard, hit that Like button and let others know about our work. Cheers

Threads 2025 (Remix)

The Secrets You Hide (Ghost Edit)

Michael Bullet é um artista multifacetado, compositor e intérprete, cuja música transcende géneros, explorando uma vasta gama de emoções e sonoridades. Com uma voz versátil e uma abordagem autêntica, Michael Bullet cria músicas que falam diretamente ao coração, combinando elementos de jazz, blues e psicadelismo com letras intensamente introspectivas e poéticas.

Fogo Branco

Michael Bullet

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