This song captures the lingering presence of a past lover, even after the relationship has ended. The singer is haunted by "traces" of their ex – their scent, their laughter, their touch – which serve as constant reminders of the love they shared.  These memories are both bittersweet, evoking both joy and pain. While the singer acknowledges the need to move on, they struggle to escape the pervasive reminders of their past love, which seem to color their entire world. Ultimately, the song expresses a determination to let go and heal, symbolized by dancing in the moonlight and releasing the "traces" that bind them.

Traces of You

[Verse 1]
The scent of your cologne still haunts the air,
Every shadow whispers that you were there.
Your laughter echoes in the empty halls,
A melody of love that now just falls.

[Chorus]
I light a cigarette, let the smoke rise,
Trying to forget your lingering lies.
But the ashes can’t cover the truth in my eyes,
Baby, you’ve got me hypnotized.

[Verse 2]
Your touch lingers like a soft refrain,
A bittersweet mix of joy and pain.
Your ghost waltzes through my mind each night,
But I can’t outrun your fading light.


[Chorus]
Oh, traces of you, they’re everywhere,
In the songs I sing, in the clothes I wear.
I try to move on, but it’s hard to do,
When the whole world is painted in traces of you.


[Outro]
The scent, the sound, the scars, the flame,
All whispers of you that still call my name.
But tonight, I’ll dance in the pale moon’s hue,
And slowly let go of the traces of you.

Traces of You

🔥 "Come Closer, Baby" 🔥

A sultry, slow-burning soul track dripping with desire and temptation. With sensual whispers, deep grooves, and hypnotic rhythms, this song pulls you into a world of pure passion and longing. The lyrics tease and tempt, while the smooth, seductive melody invites you to lose control and surrender to the moment.

Perfect for late nights, intimate dances, and lovers lost in the heat of the night.

🎵 "Come Closer, Baby" 🎵
A slow-burning, seductive soul track filled with desire and temptation

Verse 1
Come here, baby… don’t you wait,
Feel my breath, don’t hesitate.
Let your fingers trace my skin,
Set this fire deep within.

Pre-Chorus
Mmmh… can you feel it rise?
Soft like silk, hot like vice.
Ohhh… taste the heat on me,
Drown in love, wild and free.

Chorus
Come closer, baby… take it slow,
Touch me deep, let your heartbeat show.
Mmmh… let’s lose control,
No more words, just body and soul.

Verse 2
Your lips burn, soft and sweet,
Every kiss knocks me off my feet.
Fingertips write secret lines,
Tracing love between the sighs.

Pre-Chorus
Mmmh… can you feel it rise?
Soft like silk, hot like vice.
Ohhh… taste the heat on me,
Drown in love, wild and free.

Chorus
Come closer, baby… take it slow,
Touch me deep, let your heartbeat show.
Mmmh… let’s lose control,
No more words, just body and soul.

Outro
Sweat and whispers, tangled sheets,
Moonlight shining, skin so deep.
Mmmh… don’t stop, let it burn,
One more touch, no return.

Come Closer, Baby

🔊 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

Scarlet Letters on My Soul is a slow-burning soul confessional — a whispered reckoning of love marked by guilt, longing, and irreversible touch.

Over brushed drums, velvety Rhodes, upright bass and torchlike vocals, the song unfolds like a prayer too bruised to be answered. Jazz-blues guitar and organ breathe through the verses, while punchy horns lift the chorus into emotional clarity. A vibraphone bridge slows time before the final descent into silence and surrender.


Scarlet Letters on My Soul
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(Verse 1)
I wear no chains, but I feel the weight
Of every glance that came too late
You touched me once and marked me deep
With vows too wild for me to keep

My skin is clean, but still I burn
Each step away is one return
Your name is carved in chapel stone
But it’s my heart that bears the tone


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(Pre-Chorus)
I tried to pray, I tried to hide
But grace won’t wash what’s seared inside


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(Chorus)
These scarlet letters on my soul
Ink that time can’t make whole
Branded by a holy fire
Lit by hunger, lit by choir
No absolution, no control
Just scarlet letters on my soul


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(Verse 2)
I kissed your mouth in sacred dark
Each touch a sin, each sin a spark
I swore I’d walk the narrow way
But love like this can’t learn to stay

You left with guilt and left me bare
The cross was light, but not the stare
Of all the truths I’ll never speak
It’s yours that makes my silence weak


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(Pre-Chorus)
I closed the door, I wore the veil
But you still haunt beneath the hail


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(Chorus)
These scarlet letters on my soul
Whispers carved in burning gold
I never asked to wear your flame
But now it flickers with my name
No absolution, no parole
Just scarlet letters on my soul


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(Bridge)
If love is wrong, then so am I
But saints have sinned with softer lies
And if you’d knock, I’d let you in
To write your name on me again


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(Final Chorus – stripped down)
These scarlet letters, deep and red
They live in everything I’ve said
No priest can cleanse, no law console
Just scarlet letters
on
my
soul.

Scarlet Letters on My Soul

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.

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

The final song, the unspoken words.
“Love Left on the Table” is that sigh at the end of it all —
a slow-burning blues confession for the love that stayed unclaimed.
No dramatic goodbye, no slammed doors. Just silence… and a chair left pulled out.

Woven with smoky guitar licks and quiet heartbreak,
this bonus track closes the journey with grace,
reminding us that sometimes the truest stories are the ones that never found their ending.

This is blues at its most vulnerable.
This is what’s left behind.

Love Left on the Table (Bonus Track)

A powerful blues and soul track dripping with sensuality and confidence, The vocals are rich, gritty, and unapologetically bold — delivering each line with fiery passion and raw emotional control, The instrumentation features walking basslines, swinging drums, soulful horns, and bluesy guitar licks, all locked into a steamy mid-tempo groove, The performance balances seductive charm with vocal power, channeling both vintage blues club grit and timeless soul swagger, The mood is electric, flirtatious, and fiercely self-assured — a declaration of desire wrapped in rhythm and attitude

Sunday morning ((BeeBee Blues))

Love, You Are Too Late

I think I’d regret
Not saying “I love you” out loud
Kept it behind my breath
Like clouds that never rain down
I missed you quiet
Wished you peace when I couldn’t stay
Built a calm around my space
So you could walk in any day

’Cause I’m not perfect — just scared to lose
So I stayed silent, protecting you
Didn’t want my love to weigh
On all your dreams, your open way

So if I never said the word
Know my heart already spoke
Every ache was tied with hope
Every tear turned into gold
If tomorrow never came
And my voice just fades away
You’d still feel it —
How I loved you in the quiet place

I fought the urge to call
When the night felt close and real
Told myself to let you grow
Even if it breaks what I could feel
You had your stars to chase
And I had peace to find
But every time the world turned cold
You still lived in my light

It’s good this way — love don’t need to hold
It breathes in truth, not control
If I missed the chance to say your name
You still know who I meant all along
If tomorrow slipped through glass,
I’d still leave my light where you stand.
No goodbye could ever end this —
you’re the stillness in my hands.
If tomorrow was the last
And I couldn’t speak again
Know I loved you like the calm loves rain
Quiet, deep, and never vain
Every silence had your face
Every peace I found — your trace

If tomorrow never comes
You still rest inside my sun

If Tomorrow Never Came

The Ghost of Christmas Present

Intro
(icy synth pad, slow piano, distant bells)


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Verse 1
The city’s dressed up pretty,
red ribbons, fake snow
They’re singing songs about coming home
I locked that door years ago

I watch the faces passing by
looking warm, looking sure
Trying to find the one expression
that doesn’t believe anymore


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Pre-Chorus
I don’t need the ghost of Christmas Past
I made peace with those mistakes
I’m scared of the one standing right here
The quiet ache the tinsel can’t break


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Hook
Oh, the Ghost of Christmas Present
He sits at the table I set for two
He doesn’t say a word
Just shows me everything I’m not

A bitter, beautiful truth


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Verse 2
I opened the one card that mattered
It was empty, signed “Anyone who cares”
I pour two glasses of cheap wine
One for me, one for the empty chair

I’m starting to like this silence
More than the stories you tell
At least it doesn’t promise heaven
Just delivers what’s real


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Pre-Chorus
I don’t miss the way it was before
Or the lies we used to dress
I’m afraid of the life I’m living
Wrapped in lights, feeling less


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Hook
Oh, the Ghost of Christmas Present
He sits at the table I set for two
He doesn’t say a word
Just shows me everything I’m not

A bitter, beautiful truth


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Bridge
(beat drops, minimal drone, reverbed piano)

Tell me, what’s the point of waiting for a miracle
When you already know the ending?

(spoken, close whisper, almost breaking the fourth wall)
It’s all here.
Right now.
The perfect, polished loneliness.


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Final Hook
Oh, the Ghost of Christmas Present
Still sitting at the table for two
He doesn’t say a word
Just shows me everything I’m not

A bitter, beautiful truth
A bitter, beautiful truth


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Outro
(pads fade, detuned chime)

…The quiet ache.

The Ghost of Christmas Present

Winter Nights is an intimate and soulful Christmas album where James Housten captures the quiet beauty, nostalgia, and reflection of winter evenings through deep soul and timeless holiday classics. With his signature warm baritone voice, rich emotional delivery, and elegant arrangements, James presents Christmas not as spectacle, but as a moment of stillness, warmth, and coming home.

This album breathes calm, depth, and maturity — made for late nights, soft lights, and moments when memories gently surface. From heartfelt interpretations of beloved Christmas songs to spiritual, stripped-back moments that leave room for silence and reflection, Winter Nights invites the listener to slow down and truly feel the season.

Winter Nights is not background music —
it is a listening experience.
An invitation to pause, look back, and move forward with grace.

✨ Release Details

Genre: Soul / R&B / Christmas

Mood: Warm · Intimate · Nostalgic · Timeless

Vocal style: Deep warm baritone

Label: MRCLMUSIC

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