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Calm and Steady tracks series no. 561

created: 2025/06/03

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Landscapes B1 -Moksa

A smoky, late-night confessional draped in neon and memory.
“Midnight Hunger” dives into the ache of desire, the sting of regret, and the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone. With raw lyrics and a moody, sensual atmosphere, this track captures the emotional fallout of moments we can’t forget—and maybe don’t want to. Perfect for late-night listening, heartbreak loops, or slow-burning seduction.

# Midnight Hunger

[Verse 1]
You say it's just the hour,
But I feel the weight of years
Pressing on this silence
Like whispers drenched in tears
The city's neon heartbeat
Pulls me back into the haze
Where shadows wear your perfume
And time forgets my name

[Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
It don’t ask, it just consumes
Craving every lie we whispered
In that low-lit motel room
Your touch is like a ghost now
But I still burn with the bruise
This aching hour remembers
Everything I meant to lose

[Verse 2]
The vinyl spins its sorrow,
Same song as the night before
Ashtray full of maybe
Keys still in the door
Your lipstick stains the mirror
Like a promise half-erased
And I drink to dull the echo
Of the way you said my name

[Bridge]
I was never made for mercy
You were never built to stay
We danced like sinners in the dark
Then slipped in separate ways
But this hour pulls me under
Where your memory won’t fade—
A fever I keep feeding
In the bed that we unmade

[Final Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
Keeps me calling through the static
Wishing I could lose you
But addiction turns fanatic
You haunt me like a rhythm
That no silence can undo
Still starving for your shadow
In this hour born for two


Midnight Hunger

Fade to Gold is that final act of strength — where sorrow becomes soul, and heartbreak becomes heat. With jazzy brass stabs, vintage textures, upright bass and smoky vocals, it channels Amy Winehouse energy into a redemption story. This is the black that glows. This is how we rise.



Fade to Gold

🔊 Satin sheets still smell like sin– A Sin You Can Still Taste

A slow-burning ode to the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone.
"Satin sheets still smell like sin" dives deep into the space between desire and regret – where shadows kiss the skin, guilt feels like lace, and memories haunt like perfume on satin sheets.
For lovers of late-night confessions, smoky vocals, and bittersweet soul.

🎧 Written to ache. Sung to remember.
#NeoSoul #AltRnB #AftertasteOfYou #LateNightVibes #DarkPop #EmotionalR&B


Satin sheets still smell like sin

[Verse 1]
Satin sheets still smell like sin
I trace your ghost across my skin
Swore I’d quit this kind of fire
But I still ache to burn again
You left your heat between my thighs
Now even daylight feels like lies

[Pre-Chorus]
I sip regret like morning wine
But I’d still taste you every time

[Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Lingers sweet and cruel
Like perfume on my pillow
Or a flame that never cools
No prayer can undo
What we did at half-past two
Still dripping in your shadow
No matter what I do

[Verse 2]
Ash on lips and tangled hair
My conscience waits, but I don’t care
You said my name like it was sin
Now I crave that voice again
I wear this guilt like Sunday lace
But miss the wreckage of your grace

[Bridge]
You were my sweetest damage
A thrill I’d choose again
A phantom in my bloodstream
Disguised as medicine
And every time I surface
You pull me back inside—
A spell I never asked for
But I never tried to fight

[Final Chorus]
The aftertaste of you—
Burns like something true
You branded me in silence
And I broke too soon
Still drunk on all we knew
Still shaking in your bloom
This ache won’t fade with time—
I live in the aftertaste of you

Satin sheets still smell like sin

🍯 Slow Like Honey – A Velvet-Soul Seduction

A sultry slow jam that melts in your ears like midnight heat.
“Slow Like Honey” drips with warm Rhodes, upright bass, and brushed drums, while muted trumpet and vintage guitar paint a scene of late-night temptation.
Pouting, breathy vocals float over the groove—inviting, teasing, lingering.
This is soul at its most intimate: slow-burning, soft-lit, and impossible to resist.

For lovers of touch, tone, and tension.

“Slow Like Honey”

[Verse 1]
Slide a little closer in the dark,
No need to speak—just let me spark.
Your breath is heat along my skin,
And I forget where I end, you begin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Mmmh… feel that velvet pace,
Mouth to mouth, no time, no space.
Ohhh… we don’t need to rush,
Let the silence turn to touch.

[Chorus]
Slow like honey, sweet and warm,
Melt into me, ride the storm.
Drip by drip, let it take control,
Moving deeper, soul to soul.

[Verse 2]
Your hands talk in foreign tongues,
Pulling songs from quiet lungs.
Every breath a soft command,
Every inch your sacred land.

[Pre-Chorus]
Mmmh… you undress my mind,
Layer by layer, slow and blind.
Ohhh… just don’t speak tonight,
Let your rhythm make it right.

[Chorus]
Slow like honey, sweet and warm,
Melt into me, ride the storm.
Drip by drip, let it take control,
Moving deeper, soul to soul.

[Bridge]
You don't need to try so hard—
The way you linger is your art.
One slow burn, no sharp edges,
Just soft surrender, no regrets.

[Final Chorus]
Slow like honey, don’t let go,
Take your time and let it flow.
Taste me fully, make it last—
No need to rush, we’re built to bask.

[Outro]
Mmmh… slow…
Sweet…

Slow Like Honey

El Latido del Arbol

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This was my entry to Stimming's recent remix competition. Thanks to Martin Stimming for the opportunity to play around with his stems from the wonderful track "keys don't match", it was a huge privilege - check out his new LP "Friedrich" now:
https://stimming.bandcamp.com/album/friedrich

Stimming - Keys Don't Match (Cerulean Ascent Remix) [feat. Dominique Fricot]

“I Came Back Alone”

A slow-burning soul confession about loss, pride, and the quiet aftermath of love gone cold. “I Came Back Alone” tells the story of a woman left behind—but not broken. She returns not for closure, but to claim her silence.

With a vintage-inspired sound that echoes smoky rooms and empty beds, the track blends emotional restraint with lyrical sharpness. The voice is raw and understated, the instrumentation stripped down—warm basslines, melancholic chords, and a sense of time slowing down.

A song for those who fall with dignity—and rise in style.

I Came Back Alone

[Verse 1]

You left your records on the floor
Your cologne still lives behind the door
You said, “Don’t wait,” I said, “I won’t”
But I did—like hell—'cause I never don’t


---

[Chorus]

I came back alone
To this empty throne
You crowned someone new
But I’m still here, still true
You took your heart
But left the hurt deep
And now I wear you
In the silence I keep


---

[Verse 2]

I cleaned the sink, I dimmed the light
I drank your bourbon out of spite
You said, “We’re done,” then cracked a smile
Still I get dressed—just in case a while


---

[Chorus]

I came back alone
To this cold-ass room
You made your exit
Like a bride at noon
You changed your name
I kept my tone
But babe, I stayed
You just moved on


---

[Bridge]

My girls say, “Block him, let him rot”
But I talk tough and feel a lot
I drink alone and think of you
You haunt the glass like you used to do


---

[Final Chorus – slow burn with brass build-up]

I came back alone
Wearing black and pride
You called it over
But I never died
You lost your grip
I held my own—
So I came back alone
But baby, not unknown

I Came Back Alone

noxpox - balla balla

The lights are low your inhibitions are calling 
Take a chance explore your sexuality 
Your eyes are wide with curiosity
Just admit you can't control this heat 

Don't be shy 
Take a bite 
Of the pie 
It feels so good to make your mama cry, cry 

I've been called many things some say a bad influence
But it's all how you look
Or use perception
I say your perception is it on or off 

Say it loud when you let go
Never stop the river flow
Never say you can't be free
If you want, then you can fuck me

The lights are low your inhibitions are calling 
Take a chance explore your sexuality 
Your eyes are wide with curiosity
Just admit you can't control this shit

In your sweet embrace I see that familiar smile
There's no turning back 
I'm lost in you all the while

Photographic memories
Promising to tell no lies
Take me to another time zone
Where I'm Lost, a prisoner
By my hearts device

Say it loud when you let go
Never stop the river flow
Never say you can't be free
If you want, then you. can. fuck me

The lights are low your inhibitions are calling 
Take a chance explore your sexuality 
Your eyes are wide with curiosity
Just admit you can't control this heat shit 
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Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Kabooki Jukebox_Fuck Me (Jazz Bop)

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

LYRICS

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

[Verse 1]
You came ‘round in the morning like you didn’t disappear
Left lipstick on the counter and regret in my mirror
You say, “It’s complicated,” like that’s news to me
But I’ve been solving puzzles since you lost your key

[Pre-Chorus]
I poured my love in your half-empty glass
Watched you sip it slow, then let it pass
You said you’re scared to feel too much
So why’d you come back for that midnight touch?

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Verse 2]
Your records still spin like nothing’s wrong
But the silence between the songs is long
You wear that charm like it don’t cost a thing
But darling, lies ain't gold, they just glitter and sting

[Pre-Chorus]
Told your mama I was just a phase
She said I deserved a better place
You keep your truth behind your smile
But I’ve been wise to that for a while

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Bridge – spoken/sung style]
I’d rather dance alone in my red suede shoes
Than share my bed with your shifting moods
Don’t need your maybe, I want your more
But I ain’t beggin’ like I did before

[Final Chorus – soft at first, builds up]
No, I can’t keep loving with half a heart
You’re a haunted tune in a broken chart
I’m done with the guessing, done with the art
Of holding together what falls apart
So take your silence, take your part—
And leave me whole, with my full heart

half a heart

Ghosts in Her Perfume | A Love That Still Lingers On.
Step into a hazy, soulful world with "Ghosts in Her Perfume" — a retro-inspired track soaked in Motown grooves, swamp guitar, Wurlitzer keys, and psychedelic echoes. This cinematic love song tells the haunting story of a man lost in memories, chasing the lingering scent of a love long gone. Her shadow still dances, her laughter still echoes... but she's just a ghost now.

💔 Let this heartfelt ballad take you back in time — where love lingers like smoke and perfume in the night.

Experience a **haunting** performance as a singer delivers a **soulful** ballad on stage. This **emotional** song, filled with **heartfelt lyrics**, creates a powerful atmosphere as they sing about memory and loss. Perfect for fans of **ballad** music.

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📌 What scent reminds YOU of someone unforgettable? Share it in the comments!

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🎧 Full Playlist of All Songs:
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🎵 Song Details:
Music: Created with Suno AI
Lyrics: Written by GK Artist
Visuals: Created using CapCut
Editing & Montage: CapCut Studio

🕯️Thank you for listening — may every memory that lingers be a melody.

#GhostsInHerPerfume #SoulfulLoveSong #VintageSoul #MotownBallad #PsychedelicDooWop #RetroLoveSong #EmotionalBallad #PerfumeAndMemory #LoveLostTrack #romanticsong #CinematicMusic #HauntingSoul #60sInspiredSound #GKArtist #AIMusicVideo

There’s ghosts in her perfume - GK Artist

Baby, Here I Am

[Verse 1]
Velvet shadows on your skin,
I taste the night you’re drowning in.
Every breath is slow, designed,
to pull your heartbeat into mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need no stage, no alibi,
just let the silence testify.

[Chorus]
Baby, here I am,
whisperin’ sins with my hands.
Closer than your shadow stands,
Baby, here I am…

[Verse 2]
Lips like secrets, warm, untrue,
I lose myself by finding you.
Every touch a holy crime,
we bless the dark, we cross the line.

[Pre-Chorus]
The world can fade, let’s disappear,
your truth is only what I hear.

[Chorus]
Baby, here I am,
drunk on the heat of your breath.
No mercy, no second chance,
Baby, here I am…

[Bridge]
Lay your blame on my skin,
call it lust, call it sin.
But don’t you dare pretend
you don’t want this again…

[Final Chorus]
Baby, here I am,
your fever dressed in slow dance.
No tomorrow, no demands,
Baby… here I am.

Baby, Here I Am

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Genocide, June 2025:
Israel is only the executioner, every nation which has armed that country in the past year is an accessory to that genocide, an accomplice, a facilitator.  We cannot talk about war crimes because when you target unarmed civilians, mostly women and children, we are talking about a massacre, like terrorists do, not a war. The people who orchestrated that massacre, in the US, the most duplicitous, followed by those of the UK, Germany, France, and probably a few lesser ones should be tried for crimes against humanity just as well as Netanyahu and his cabinet, because it has been going on for two years, generously reported by media of all kinds, so the enablers knew exactly how the arms were to be used, as a tool for revenge, domination, and humiliation of the Palestinian people.  The conflict has ceased to be about the defense of anything for months.

The parties responsible have made a mockery of decency, morals, fairness, proportion, or justice, not to mention empathy.  Of what little there was, these concepts will be a lot longer to come back than they were to be struck down.  

Is it 1984 already?!?!
 ...

I have not been able to recover access to my other account [https://soundcloud.com/ha-kekong] for a couple of years.  I have tried a few times to get back into it but SoundCloud doesn't trust me.  Same phone number, same email addresses, and they still claim that they can't verify my identity.  I created that account about three years ago as a substitute to my regular account which SoundCloud temporarily closed.  They closed it as part of some upgrade procedure in their system, the result of a bug that affected many accounts, about two years ago.  Since SC did not inform its users I didn't know if that was permanent or not, so I created that other account which I can't access.  Don't be mad if I have not replied to your message in the past two years, that's because I never got them ; ) ... You can always reach me here though.
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This one here (957729823) is for regular folks.

I love you, both.

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You can't see it because of the angle with which I took the shot, aiming down, but beyond those blocks is the sea.  To the left is the Mediterranean, to the right is the Atlantic Ocean.  No it's not Gibraltar, but a little bit further West. ... Actually I checked recently and it is further North more than West, I thought I was facing South when in fact I probably was facing the Atlantic ocean, which is why I suppose the waves were of a decent size where we were.
...

My face and the bike are a courtesy of Joël Vaudreuil
[https://vimeo.com/user8897093]  ... Merci Joe!
I then went ahead and butchered his work with a borrowed helmet.
... Sorry Joe. =(
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I'm trying to promote what I think is good music, so if you want to help out a bit I'd rather you [like] or [repost] my *playlists* rather than my field recordings, if you don't mind, unless you are a die hard fan of those things. Thank you ; )

I speak French, so if you send me a private message, and that you are a francophone, please write in French, thank you.  ... I mean, you don't absolutely have to, but I would prefer it. 

All my field recordings (except for when I record a person) are public, freely downloadable by anyone who is able to click on the button.  I encourage anyone interested to use them in any way whatsoever, on purpose or accidentally. No need for permissions or credits or any other kind  of administrative maneuvers.
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Anarchists give me hope.

I'm a big fan of EFF.  Love ya EFF.  (no connection with the above line)
... and of course Richard Stallman and Linux and all the others.  Bless yous.

Now don't be lazy, go find out what it is this "EFF" that I'm talking about.  I'll give you a hint: it has to do with computers.

You have a nice day now.  Hugs & Kisses.

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