tony soprano.

Produced by Wavez
Written, Recorded, and Mixed by Férina & Soleia
Mastered by Ahmed

Lyrics:

We ain’t got no alibi
Driving and wasting time
On the edge baby
You never let me in
On the air
Or rather quietly
Pondering what I could be to ya
So do ya
Say what you need to say
Cause it’s always just a shot away
(Now I gotta)
Make it work
Make you remember
You know that there’s no games I’d rather play on you here
Say what you need to say
Cause it’s always just a shot away
Just remember there’s
No taking back
The things I said
I'm caught up in all my regrets
Take me back to when I rolled up
First time I done showed up
Almost throwed up
I done froze up in you
Gotta let you know
Now I never check the bill
She ride my stick shift through the hills
We get whatever we want
Cleaning out caviar from my grillz

We ain’t got no alibi
Driving and wasting time
On the edge baby
You never let me in
On the air
Or rather quietly
Pondering what I could be to ya
So do ya
Say what you need to say
Cause it’s always just a shot away
(Now I gotta)
Make it work
Make you remember
You know that there’s no games I’d rather play on you here
Say what you need to say
Cause it’s always just a shot away
Just remember there’s
No taking back
The things I said
I'm caught up in all my regrets

Shot Away

BLVCK & WHiTE

ANOTHER DAY

Mirage

Paradise

I don't think I should remove the blindfold.

LYRICS:

[verse]
seeing the real me,
makes my eyes bleed,
I see,
that there's less variety.
Everything's the same,
Yeah, everything's the same,
But my skin keeps changing,
I wonder where my face is.
I wonder where the sights at,
I wonder where my mind's at?
The world's so dark
Do I want my eyes back?
Is this who I am?
Is this who I am?
I guess I must scream
to be heard by the trees...

There's pain in being perfect,
I wonder if I'm worth it.
My roots spread across the surface.
I always serve my service,
Over time, I keep working
no matter what I do
I'm still hurting.

I don't see the words I speak,
The love I preach,
The distance I reach,
I'm one foot in the grave of the acceptance I see.
I eat and feed on my humanity,
Every feature shows my duality.
When I'm stuck in the same place,
I move with no grace,
What am I?
What am I?
With no face?

people don't want people nowadays,
what they want is...

Someone who does anything,
Someone who is everything,
everything to me is,
too much...
Is that the reason I don't fit in?

I'm nervous,
What's worse is,
I thought I was changing
on purpose.
Even now my skin's burning,
Shifting, becoming imperfect,
Every reflection I see,
shows a monster that's lurking.
What am I? What am I?
I know, right, I know, right?

I'm a mess...
It's hard to confess.
I'm not perfect,
I know my pride is hurting.

[end]

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You & I

Those special headlines which did not get the attention they may should have gotten ... or not :p

- - - all related articles can be found below the lyrics - - -

The lyrics of this week:
Glow the jack-o-lanterns, midnight on the street,
Ghosts in city alleys, dance with our heartbeat.
Laugh at the shadows, hear the midnight ring,
Trick or treat worldwide — let the weirdness sing.

In Los Angeles a comedian scares her boyfriend each dawn,
Five morning costumes—clown, Jigsaw, Edward Scissor-arms drawn.
He wakes with terror, she grins in delight, viral for the fright.
That’s US Halloween play, twisted fun under daylight.
In Paris the “Red Balloon” stunt creeps across the metro line,
Pennywise pop-ups in Madrid, Singapore, Sydney night so fine.
Five continents gasped, horror marketing gone global wide,
Scare-tourists love the jump-scare, photo-bombing the vibe.

Boo in the groove, moonlight moves,
Ghosts got rhythm and the witches approve.
Snap with the bats, shake with the ghouls,
Freaks on the beat, yeah we bend all the rules.
Trick, treat, heartbeat boom,
Pumpkin bass drops fill the room.
Laugh through the fear, groove through the fright,
Halloween worldwide — we own the night!

On the Isle of Man the “original Halloween” holds bonfires by the sea,
Turnip lanterns, ghost dog tails, folklore runs free.
Castletown’s Witches Mill whispers secrets of the night,
Haunted bridges, fairy legend scenes—haunt your mind till daylight.
In Glasgow a carnival moves its location, spook factor turned up three,
Spooktacular by the Clyde, rides and ghouls by the quay.
Families flock to Ferris-wheels under spectre light,
Creepy giggles, ghostly fog—October’s prime delight.

Boo in the groove, moonlight moves,
Ghosts got rhythm and the witches approve.
Snap with the bats, shake with the ghouls,
Freaks on the beat, yeah we bend all the rules.
Trick, treat, heartbeat boom,
Pumpkin bass drops fill the room.
Laugh through the fear, groove through the fright,
Halloween worldwide — we own the night!

Costume change every morning, from clown to puppet terror, love and horror fused in daylight,
Red balloons drifting over five continents, Pennywise smiled at you but said ‘goodnight’.
Turnips carved on isle of myth, fairy bridges whisper in the dusk, ancient spirits dance on the sea,
Glasgow’s carnival moves to riverside, ghosts ride rollercoasters with kids in glee.”

Boo in the groove, moonlight moves,
Ghosts got rhythm and the witches approve.
Snap with the bats, shake with the ghouls,
Freaks on the beat, yeah we bend all the rules.
Trick, treat, heartbeat boom,
Pumpkin bass drops fill the room.
Laugh through the fear, groove through the fright,
Halloween worldwide — we own the night!

Week 44 spun its ghost tale—funny freaked, globally scaled.
From LA wake-ups, to mythic isles, to clowns in Paris-miles.
We laugh at the fright, we join the light,
Halloween’s global rap—spooky, silly, tight.


Links:
https://people.com/woman-wakes-up-boyfriend-in-halloween-costumes-exclusive-11840299
https://ew.com/pennywise-pops-up-globally-to-scare-up-some-welcome-to-derry-viewers-11835406
https://www.thesun.ie/sun-club/15938441/travel-halloween-aer-lingus-island-dublin-flights/
https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/money/15267113/major-halloween-carnival-new-glasgow-location/

NewsHop - week 44 of 2025

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The album opens with a modem handshake and closes with a carrier signal fading to silence. In between: BBS nostalgia, early web chaos, the hacker golden age, LAN parties at 3AM, the corporate takeover, and a eulogy for every dead link and digital friend who logged off and never came back.

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