El Sonido

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This song is dedicated to those who always believe in Love, regardless. Lyrics inspired by the French Poet, Pierre de Ronsard.


[intro]

[Verse 1]
Love through the little flowers
Of eternal spring
Will see our love affairs
Under the maternal wood;

[Verse 2]
Along the beautiful plains
And among the meadows towards
The banks ring full
Of many different chords;

[bridge]
There the beautiful sky uncovers
Always a benign brow,


[Chorus]
Always the winds ring there
And the laurels give there
Always the beautiful flowers
Keep their colors there.

[Verse 3]
Among the great space
Of this happy orchard,
We will both have a place
Between lovers,


[Verse 4]
No old friend
Will be disappointed,
When from her place
For us both will be removed,


[Chorus]
Always the winds ring there
And the laurels give there
Always the beautiful flowers
Keep their colors there.

[outro]

Silk Love

Always

💔 Bitter Lessons is a soulful reflection on love, betrayal, and the painful truths we learn along the way. Wrapped in haunting melodies and raw emotion, this song tells the story of falling for something sweet—only to discover the bitter taste of deception.

Some loves teach us how to cry, how to let go, and how to rebuild from the ashes. The scars may linger, but so does the wisdom.

Press play and feel every word.🎶🔥

"Bitter Lessons"

[Intro]
Sometimes the sweetest lies,
Teach the bitterest lessons, oh.

[Verse 1]
You came like sugar, smooth and sweet,
Promised me heaven, swept me off my feet.
But sugar turns sour when the truth gets spilled,
And your love’s a poison I can’t rebuild.

[Pre-Chorus]
You taught me how to cry, oh baby,
How to live with goodbye.
I thought your love was mine to treasure,
Turns out pain’s the only measure.

[Chorus]
Bitter lessons from a love gone cold,
Taught me truths I didn’t wanna hold.
You gave me heartache wrapped in gold,
Now I’m wiser, but the scars won’t go.

[Verse 2]
You played your game, and I played blind,
Lost myself, tryna read your mind.
You kissed my tears, said it’d be alright,
But those lies kept me up at night.

[Pre-Chorus]
You taught me how to ache, oh honey,
How to see through the fake.
Your love was a lesson, hard to learn,
Now I’m stronger, but it still burns.

[Chorus]
Bitter lessons from a love gone cold,
Taught me truths I didn’t wanna hold.
You gave me heartache wrapped in gold,
Now I’m wiser, but the scars won’t go.

[Outro]
I don’t regret it, but I won’t forget it,
Your bitter lessons, baby, they cut too deep.

Bitter Lessons

I'm On My Knees

Spiritual limbo, Judgment deferred, Truth vs illusion, Cosmic bureaucracy, The weight of choice, The silence before redemption and ruin.
“Suspended between heaven and hell, the Sky Surfers wait—riding the jetstream of fate, haunted by choices, hunted by silence. Ray Conn’s cinematic spoken-word anthem channels the tension of a soul on the edge, where redemption and ruin share the same wind.


Sky Surfers

Sands Hold the Years

When blues finds the dancefloor, the soul learns to fly.

Love Yourself First

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Every Glimpse (upbeat)

A quiet refuge in the late-night hours. SirenCode’s new Trap-Soul / Lo-Fi track, "Letters from the Library" (from the Echo Spirit album), is a whispered defense of intellectual freedom. Perfect for Study Sessions, Chill Vibes, Rainy Day Tunes, and Deep Reflection.
Tell us: What does the phrase "Don't Black Out The Margins Of Me" mean to you in the comments?
The Story Behind the Track
Letters from the Library is set in the quiet hours of the stacks, blending warm Rhodes chords and the sound of pages turning with a deep, modern Trap-Soul 808 pulse and vinyl crackle.

This track is an intimate response to the unprecedented rise in book bans, which recently surged to thousands of instances across the country. The song is for those fighting to ensure that all voices—especially those representing the lived experiences of marginalized communities—are preserved and read. We believe the freedom to read is fundamental to exercising our democratic rights, and that every person deserves to see themselves reflected in the pages of a book.

Lyrics

Intro
All these titles pulled… we write them back.”

Verse 1
Quiet hours in the stacks, rain on panes outside the glass,
Dust and lamp‑light on our backs, spines of friends we can’t unmask.
Someone took the stories down, inked our authors out of town,
But we fold our names between the sheets, every whisper makes a sound.

Pre‑Chorus 1
They call it safe to leave them blank, they strike the lines that made us see,
But we are paragraphs in waiting, breathing soft in memory.

Chorus
Don’t black out the margins of me,
I’m more than the words you refuse to read.
Letters from the library,
We’re hidden in covers and scribbled on sleeves.
Don’t black out the margins of me.

Verse 2
Six thousand stories stripped away, twenty‑three states turned backs and keys,
Shelves gone bare across the map, empty spaces where we breathe.
We pass our notes in banned editions, slip our vows beneath the crease,
Write to kids we’ll never meet, “Here’s a truth they can’t delete.”

Pre‑Chorus 2
They said the silence keeps us pure; they locked the stacks with iron glee,
But empty shelves don’t make us safer, they just sharpen memory.

Chorus
Don’t black out the margins of me,
I’m more than the pages you claim to keep.
Letters from the library,
We’re tucked in the footnotes and humming beneath.
Don’t black out the margins of me.

Bridge
Candlelight and phone‑screen glow, we trace each line we used to know,
Hear our elders in the margins, feel their cadence in our bones.
We send a letter to the future, stamped in ink they tried to blot,
“Hold the light when they cut power, memorize what they forgot.”
Our voices rise like choir pads, turning silence into song,
We promise to keep reading, keep the neon burning on.

Final Chorus / Outro
Don’t black out the margins of me, (call)
We’ll write in the margins till we’re free (response).
Letters from the library,
Our names are the spines they’ll never see.
Don’t black out the margins of me…

Technical Metadata
• Artist: SirenCode
• Album: Echo Spirit
• Tempo: 90 BPM
• Key: D Minor

Sound Palette: Warm Rhodes Chords, Trap-Soul Drums, Deep 808 Bass, Choir Pads, Authentic Vinyl Noise.

Connect with SirenCode: @SirenCode

Letters From the Library

High on Clarity

​(Music begins: A lone, warm upright bass line, slow and deliberate. A shaker and brushed snare join in a lazy, 2 AM rhythm. A single, moody chord from a Rhodes piano hangs in the air.)

​(Verse 1)
Empty glass on the table
Used to fill it to the brim
Same old shadows on the wall
Funny, they don’t seem so grim
You always said I ran too hot
A fire looking for a flood
But the only thing I’m burning now
Is the badness in my blood.

​(Pre-Chorus)
Used to chase the burnin’ in my throat
Just to feel somethin’ real
Now the quiet is the only antidote
For a wound I let heal...

​(Chorus)
No chaser, no disguise
I’m drunk on truth tonight
Every flaw in stark relief
Found my savior in my grief
It ain't pretty, it ain’t kind
This sober state of mind
But no chaser, no disguise—
I'm high on clarity in my own eyes.

​(Verse 2)
Remember Johnny at the corner bar?
Swore he loved my kind of sad
Said I made disaster beautiful
The best he never had
He called me up the other night
Voice like whiskey, thick and low
I just said, "That girl you’re lookin’ for...
She packed up years ago."

​(Pre-Chorus)
Used to need the poison and the ache
Just to write a half-true line
Now I see the beauty in the break
And the victory is mine...

​(Chorus)
No chaser, no disguise
I’m drunk on truth tonight
Every flaw in stark relief
Found my savior in my grief
It ain't pretty, it ain’t kind
This sober state of mind
But no chaser, no disguise—
I'm high on clarity in my own eyes.

​(Bridge)
Some nights, the silence is a scream
For a half-forgotten, foolish dream
And the ghost of you still asks for one more round
He whispers I was better when I was breakin’ down...
But a queen don't need a broken throne
And I learned to dance all on my own.
​(Guitar Solo: A clean, hollow-body jazz guitar plays a melody that’s more blues than jazz—melancholy, but resolved. It doesn't show off; it tells a story.)

​(Chorus - Sung with more grit, more power)
No chaser! No disguise!
I’m DRUNK on truth tonight!
Every flaw in stark relief
Found my SAVIOR in my grief!
It ain't pretty, it ain’t kind
This SOBER state of mind
But no chaser, no disguise—
I'm high on clarity in my own damn eyes!

​(Outro)
(Music strips back down to just the upright bass and a soft Rhodes chord.)
Yeah... drunk on truth...
Costs more than the proof...
No chaser...
Just me.
(A final, resonant bass note hangs in the silence.)

High on Clarity

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