Written, produced and mixed by Sam R.
Mastered by Ariel Loh

When The Beat Carries On

[Verse 1]
I left my voice in the static air
A ghost in the afterglow, I hear I'm there
Every streetlight hums my name
I walk those reflections but they don't feel the same
Can't escape the undertow
Love's a river I can't let go
I fade, I fall, still tied in sound
The more I reach, the less I'm found

[Chorus]
I fall into the sound of me
I whisper calling gravity
The cure I chase is underneath
I could breathe it in but never breathe

[Verse 2]
In the glow of the sleepless dawn
I chase my essence but the light moves on
Every heartbeat breaks in two
One for me, one lost to myself
Maybe I'm the echo, maybe I'm the flame
Maybe love's a wound that keeps its name
I still hear my thoughts in the static rain
I'm half alive, half my chain

[Chorus]
I fall into the sound of me
I whisper calling gravity
The cure I chase is underneath
I could breathe it in but never breathe

Breathe

All or Nothing

Rise

D’Angelo – Tribute Collection (Created by H-dMan Such)

This is not just a tribute.
It’s a conversation with the soul of D’Angelo — between heaven and the streets, between silence and rhythm.
A deep, spiritual fusion of nu-soul harmonies, African-American choir voices, and minimal deep-house grooves, made for that late-night moment when memories become music.

The songs were created as a memorial session among friends, celebrating the legacy of a man who gave us timeless melodies and divine emotion — a teacher, a brother, a spirit above us.

🕊️ “From the ashes, he fly — above us, among angels.”
🎹 Produced & written by H-dMan Such
#NuSoul #DeepHouse #Tribute #Dangelo #SoulfulHouse #JazzVibes #H-dManSuch #MemorialGroove #NeoSoul

D'Angelo, friend of mine.

Nighthawk (Reprise)

Love

LYRICS:

Spoken word intro: 
Love is Music
and you Baby,
You’re  my favorite song…

Every note you play inside my heart
Starts a melody that never parts
The rhythm flows from your gentle smile
Makes this world fade for a while

You and me
and Love’s symphony
Every beat in harmony
When you touch me,
Violins cry
Our passion paints the sky…

Your laughter is the softest drug
Your kiss, where our songs come from
Our music plays through nite and day
A tune that never fades away

{Instrumental}
Baby play that song for me…
Our love’s sweet symphony…

Every note you play inside my heart
Starts a melody that never parts
The rhythm flows from your gentle smile
Makes this world fade for a while

So let’s write this song forever
Each verse, closer hearts together
No ending
No goodbye
Just love’s eternal lullaby

Every note you play inside my heart
(baby baby)
Starts a melody that never parts
The rhythm flows from your gentle smile 
(baby baby)
Makes this world fade for a while

You and me
and Love’s symphony
Every beat in harmony
When you touch me,
Violins cry
Our passion paints the sky…

{Instrumental}
Baby play that song for me…
Our love’s sweet symphony…

Every note you play inside my heart
Starts a melody that never parts
The rhythm flows from your gentle smile
Makes this world fade for a while

You and me
and Love’s symphony
Every beat in harmony
When you touch me,
Violins cry
Our passion paints the sky…


Transcribed: November 22 2025 | NYC

Love's symphony - JUSTEFUNK FUNK

“Waves” drifts through the highs and lows of life with the calm certainty of the tide. It’s a reflection on how experiences rise, crash, and eventually smooth themselves out, shaping us in quiet, powerful ways. The song moves through moments of loss, grace, and renewal, showing how everything changes, yet somehow keeps flowing. It’s a gentle reminder that love, pain, and growth all move in cycles — never still, never the same — and that allowing yourself to be carried by them can transform you.

„Waves“ erzählt von den Höhen und Tiefen des Lebens – ruhig, dann wieder stürmisch, aber immer in Bewegung wie die Gezeiten. Der Text spiegelt wider, wie Erlebnisse anrollen, brechen und schließlich wieder abklingen, während sie uns leise und kraftvoll formen. Es geht um Verlust, um Gnade, um Neuanfang – darum, dass sich alles verändert und doch weiterfließt. Eine sanfte Erinnerung daran, dass Liebe, Schmerz und Wachstum in Wellen kommen und gehen und dass wir uns verändern, wenn wir lernen, uns von ihnen tragen zu lassen.

Waves

My life moves like water
Sometimes quiet, sometimes tall
I rise like a blue line climbing
Then I break, but I don’t fall
	
Scars fade like shorelines
Pulled soft by the evening tide
What hurt me in the morning
Drifts out to sea by night

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

Love moves like currents
Pulls close, then slips away
But even when it leaves me
It shapes me on its way

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

So let the water take me
Let it change my shape
Everything I’ve lived through
Comes and goes in waves


Waves

(Verse 1)
Waking up watching the light catch your skin, realizing you gave your heart just to save the wreck I was in, I want to hold you tight enough to keep the world out, feel the rhythm of your body against mine without a shadow of a doubt, protecting your peace while you drift in deep sleep.

(Chorus)
I want to love you right like we did last night, feel that magic melt the ice we felt, no more masks or hidden doors, no secret lives walking across these floors, I’m standing by your side with nothing to hide, so you know it’s me and no one else.

(Verse 2)
I ain't a man of means but every beat of this heart is true, not a ghost in the wind anymore just the man who was lost until he found you, so stop crying baby and let me use these hands to wipe away the tears, look at me now because the one you were meant for is finally here.

(Bridge)
I want to know a life that isn't phony or fake, no more shattered hopes lying on the pavement, no more life they can take, with your hand in mine we can erase the time, go back to the moment we fell and rewrite the line.

(Chorus)
I want to love you right like we did last night, feel that magic melt the ice we felt, no more masks or hidden doors, no secret lives walking across these floors, I’m standing by your side with nothing to hide, so you know it’s me and no one else.

(Outro)
Just the truth, baby, just the truth, no more running, just me and you, yeah.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025

Love You Right

Do you know why you're going through this? 
Because life is giving you a chance to learn: 
For more than half your life you got used 
To the idea that when you had a problem 
You would go there, pay, and it was solved. 

However, you were trading a McDonald's meal 
For a day of your life, for parts of your soul, 
But without realizing the value of each penny of it. 
Of how much it really costs to earn. 

So now life is being good and allowing 
You get to have a hands-on experience of living 
By actually living. 

Learning in the only way you really learn: 
By feeling it in your flesh.

So now life is being good and allowing 
You get to have a hands-on experience of living 
By actually living. 

Because I tell you that things 
Aren't bad (bad) because they're bad (bad)
They're bad because they're being 
Replaced by others that will be better. 

And… they will be yours, really.

Do You Know Why You're Going Through This?

[Clears throat, adjusts lapel pin, and speaks in a measured, institutional tone] 

Your file has been reviewed. 

Your sentiments—while noted—do not constitute grounds for exemption, appeal, or reclassification. The Bureau acknowledges your self-identification as “artist.” However, per Section 7, Subparagraph D of the Cultural Compliance Ordinance (Revised), all expressive acts remain subject to procedural oversight, archival indexing, and public-order assessment. 

You speak of dignity as though it were unregulated. It is not. Dignity, like protest, like song, like bread, requires a permit. Applications are processed quarterly. Delays are not uncommon. 

As for your question—why not join the winning side?—the Bureau has, in fact, extended such invitations before. They expire. Often without notice. 

Continue your work. Submit Form 38-C if your medium involves fire, glass, or sadness. Should your output align with current strategic narratives, remuneration may be considered. 

Until then, compliance is the quietest form of survival. 

[Stamps document: FILED UNDER “POETRY — LOW THREAT / HIGH NOISE”]

Do You Know Why You're Going Through This?

Overdsergio

Related tracks