Stroll_Somewhere

[Verse 1]
When the world feels cold and distant.
And the faces turn away.
When the echoes fade to silence.
And you’re lost in shades of gray.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t let the weight pull you under.
Don’t let the dark take control.
Reach for my hand, hold on tighter.
I’ll be here to lift your soul.

[Chorus]
Count on me when the night feels endless.
Count on me when your strength is gone.
I’ll be the light, I’ll stand beside you.
You don’t have to walk alone.

[Verse 2]
When your voice feels unheard, forgotten.
And your dreams slip through your hands.
When the questions have no answers.
And you can’t quite understand.

[Chorus]
Count on me when the night feels endless.
Count on me when your strength is gone.
I’ll be the light, I’ll stand beside you.
You don’t have to walk alone.

You are more than just the fight.

[Final-Chorus]
Count on me when the night feels endless,
Count on me when your strength is gone.
I’ll be the light, I’ll stand beside you,
You don’t have to walk alone........

You are more than just the fight.

Count On Me

💼 She’s The Boss
She doesn’t wait for permission. She doesn’t ask for applause. She builds, she bends, she breaks the mold—and then uses the shards to mosaic something magnificent.
“She’s The Boss” isn’t just a slogan. It’s a state of being. It’s the woman juggling deadlines and dinner, spreadsheets and school runs, dreams and doubts—all with a kind of quiet thunder. Hard working? Absolutely. Resilient? Like a drumskin stretched tight but never torn. Resourceful? She could MacGyver a business plan out of a broken umbrella and a half-used notebook.
I’ve seen her in boardrooms and backyards, studios and school halls. She’s the one who turns “not yet” into “watch me.” The one who hears “too much” and replies, “exactly enough.” She’s the artist, the entrepreneur, the mother, the mentor. She’s the one who shows up—tired, inspired, and ready to rewrite the rules.
And let’s be clear: being the boss isn’t about domination. It’s about direction. It’s about knowing where you’re going, even if the GPS is glitching and the kids are screaming and the coffee’s gone cold. It’s about leading with empathy, listening with intent, and laughing in the face of chaos.
“She’s The Boss” means she owns her story. Every chapter. The messy drafts, the rewrites, the plot twists. She doesn’t need a crown—she’s already wearing the weight of her world like a badge of honor.
So here’s to her. To the women who build empires from emotion, who lead with love, who hustle with heart. You know who you are. You’re the rhythm in the room. The pulse behind the progress. The reason the world keeps spinning with a little more soul

Higher

She's The Boss

A Matter of Trust

A quiet storm of guitars: a gentle, clean intro opens like a cautious promise. Then a peaceful yet hard guitar soundtrack unfolds—warm chords meet powerful riffs. Between passages, shrill, heart-touching guitar interludes cut through the calm and let the tension pulsate.
“A Matter of Trust” tells of the delicate balance between closeness and vulnerability: beginning gently, building resolutely, with a chorus that lingers long after it ends.

A Matter Of Trust

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Fresh EDM/Synthwave track with energetic drops and festival-ready energy
Inspired by artists like The Midnight, FM 84, Lebrock...
Perfect for parties, workouts, and fans of uplifting electronic sounds.
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Body Back.

Psalms 23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
ORIN DAFIDI 23:1-6
[1]OLUWA li Oluṣọ-agutan mi; emi kì yio ṣe alaini.
[2]O mu mi dubulẹ ninu papa-oko tutù; o mu mi lọ si iha omi didakẹ rọ́rọ́.
[3]O tù ọkàn mi lara; o mu mi lọ nipa ọ̀na ododo nitori orukọ rẹ̀.
[4]Nitõtọ, bi mo tilẹ nrìn larin afonifoji ojiji ikú, emi kì yio bẹ̀ru ibi kan; nitori ti Iwọ pẹlu mi; ọgọ rẹ ati ọpá rẹ nwọn ntù mi ninu.
[5]Iwọ tẹ́ tabili onjẹ silẹ niwaju mi li oju awọn ọta mi; iwọ dà ororo si mi li ori; ago mi si kún akúnwọsilẹ.
[6]Nitotọ, ire ati ãnu ni yio ma tọ̀ mi lẹhin li ọjọ aiye mi gbogbo; emi o si ma gbe inu ile Oluwa lailai.

The_Lord_is_My_Shepherd

Title: Hindsight
Genre:
Main Genres:
● Electronic Dance: 0.51

Sub Genres:
● Abstract IDM Leftfield: 0.30
● Electro: 0.27
● House: 0.27

Free Genres:
● Minimal Techno
● Tech House
● Lo-fi House
● Melodic Techno
● Microhouse

BPM: 100
Key: D major
Composer: Nash Marlow

Hindsight

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Another_Party_In_Binic

My creative process is based on recording my environment, capturing sounds from the streets, bars, restaurants, or concerts... Anonymous recordings, stolen from the world around me. Nothing original, often very mundane sounds: children playing, birds singing, bells ringing... 

From this base and my guitar, I try to make each track to live like a short film. Whether it is a tale of adventure, nostalgia or dream, each tracks will invites you to visualize your own narrative and for somes one a very personal story. 
To each their own film.

Another_Party_In_Binic

Pascal Félin

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