One Night in Paris

Lipstick on the Last Word

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

She is the woman of my dreams

I see you smile and wave hello
While something creeps beneath our feet
You paint your lips and powder your nose
But can't you feel that steady beat?
They're moving through the spaces small
Behind the pretty things we say
Oh honey, can't you hear them crawl?
While we just dance the night away
There's poison in the water, baby
Seeping through the cracks so slow
And you keep saying "maybe, maybe"
But I can see the undertow
La da da da, oh no
There's something you should know
La da da da, below...la da da de da
la da da de da la de da la de da
la de da la de da
You read the papers, trust the news
And tell me everything's just fine
But I can smell what they produce
When honest voices cross the line
The pretty faces on the screen
Keep telling you to close your eyes
But darling, nothing's what it seems
Behind their carefully crafted lies]
There's poison in the water, baby
Seeping through the cracks so slow
And you keep saying "maybe, maybe"
But I can see the undertow
La da da da, oh no
There's something you should know
La da da da, below...la da da de da
la da da de da la de da la de da
la de da la de da
They take a little here
And a little there
Till you wake up one day
And there's nothing left to share
Oh, the silence that we keep
Makes the darkness grow so deep
Mmm mmm mmm
So listen close, my sweet naive
Before they steal what matters most
The freedom that we both believe
Will vanish like a morning ghost
I'm not the crazy one, you see
I'm just the one who speaks the truth
About what's stalking you and me
From basement up through every roof
There's poison in the water, baby
Seeping through the cracks so slow
And you keep saying "maybe, maybe"
But now you feel the undertow
La da da da, you know
There's something down below
la de da la de da
The rats below
Mmm, can you hear them now?
la da da de da
la da da de da la de da la de da
la de da la de da
Oh darling
la da da de da
la da da de da la de da ....

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Poison In The Water  by 🌹Tina Talone🌹


what it is
is what it is
and what it ain’t
don’t worry me
things I do
don’t weigh me down
what goes around
comes around
and if I have a song to sing
what I have is everything

i have a cure for the lonely silence
a tonic for the low hanging blues
i’ve got a same-old-same-old discombobulator
that sets my toes a-tappin in my shoes
i have the whole world waiting at my doorstep
and friends who love me for myself
i have a million billion galaxies above me
and tonight I’m glad I’m not somebody else

what it is
is what it is
and what it ain’t
don’t worry me
things I do
don’t weigh me down
what goes around
comes around
and if I have a song to sing
what I have is everything

i have a cure for the lonely silence
a tonic for the low hanging blues
i’ve got a same-old-same-old discombobulator
that sets my toes a-tappin in my shoes
i have the whole world waiting at my doorstep
and friends who love me for myself
i have a million billion galaxies above me
and tonight I’m glad I’m not somebody else

what it is
is what it is
and what it ain’t
don’t worry me
things I do
don’t weigh me down
what goes around
comes around
and if I have a song to sing
what I have is everything

What It Is

RELEASE DATE Nov. 2, 2025

White plastic smile, 
big creepy grin
Coat check the conscience, 
darling, come on in

Band plays sweet while 
the ice clinks neat
And the ledger keeps time 
with a wink and a beat

May every day be a wonderful secret
Toast to the sins that the sunlight can’t see yet
Signed in video, your little deceit
Tips in the pocket, truth under the seat

There’s a man with a tan like a counterfeit sunset
Calls himself gold but he tarnishes quick
Sells you a dream with a hush money drum set
Taps on the table with a nondisclosure stick

There’s a skybird shuttle with a velvet itinerary
No customs no questions just smile for the flight
They call her the Lolita - little plane that flies
Names in italics to soften the lies

May every day be a wonderful secret
“Write it in lipstick on backroom glass
Hide all the stains under velvet and brass
Smile like a saint while the sinners get seated
Order another, the evidence deleted”

Mr Hospitality king of the guest list
Polite little contracts tied up like a necklace
Celebrating your birthdays with 3 little gals
Camera spying on your creepy old pals
Bellhop memory never says nothing
Room service winks under silver dome covers
Elevator music with a hidden bass thud
Lift the lid slow there’s a rose in the mud

May every day be a wonderful secret
Pray to the god of the plausible deny it
Swirl it like smoke in a courtroom breeze
Choir sings hush in diminished degrees

Here’s to the pilots who don’t ask a question
Here’s to the headlines that flirt with suggestion
Here’s to the judges who love a good yawn
Here’s to the lights that never come on

Clink clink baby truth’s on a bender
Tip tap honey justice can wait
If innocence’s golden
 guilt’s legal tender
They say they like 'em young, illegal, even better

Now the orange man preens like a neon canary
But ankles get heavy when closets get airy
Whistles a tune about winning the night
And canaries go quiet at the hint of daylight

May every day be a wonderful secret
Fold it in cash like a pocket square lie
Hang it in cedar so moths won’t eat it
Wear it to brunch with an alibi tie

You say what you want, and you do what you please
Sign with a scribble and seal it with sleaze
Secrets grow teeth in the blue hour’s dawning
And midnight knows that the truth is coming

May every day be a wonderful secret
Another perversion, another paid pilot
We're draining the swamp - just wait and see
Unless that sludge just happens to be me!

May Every Day Be A Wonderful Secret

Genre: Cinematic Pop / Electro-Orchestral / Experimental Dance

American Psychosis is a sonic portrait of a nation wrestling with its reflection.
Across twelve movements it blends orchestral power, electronic rhythm, and lyrical provocation to explore how politics, faith, and identity blur in an age of spectacle.
The album moves through satire, lament, and transcendence—an emotional map of a democracy in dissonance.
From whispered choirs to towering beats, it fuses human fragility with mechanical precision, revealing both the chaos and the beauty inside collective delusion.
Every song is a question set to motion: Where does reason end, and madness begin?
This is not protest music but a mirror—an invitation to dance through the fracture and find meaning in the noise.



1_Prologue_White House Whorehouse

Smoke & Honey is a love letter to the golden age of American soul and blues — a journey through smoky bars, quiet mornings, city nights, and redemption hymns.
Spanning the grit of 1950s Chicago blues, the fire of 1960s gospel-soul, and the tenderness of 1970s singer-songwriter warmth, this album traces the road from heartbreak to healing with unfiltered honesty.

Every track is steeped in analog warmth and human imperfection — upright bass hum, tremolo guitars, Hammond swells, and voices that sound lived-in and real.
From the sultry swing of “Barefoot in the Kitchen” to the reflective grace of “Goodnight, My Soul,” this record moves like a story told across decades — where love, mercy, and resilience all live in the same chord.

Barefoot

Scammer’s Ninja is a smoky, slow-burn swing in the style of a Pink Panther prowl—low clarinet and sax curling around a velvet bass line while a seasoned voice tells the truth with a half-smile and no apology. It’s the story of a woman who’s seen every trick in the digital age and cuts through scams with one quiet flick of wit. No drama. No raised voice. Just the elegance of someone who spots the plot twist before the scammer can type “hello dear.”

It’s mischievous, confident, and sharper than it looks—an anthem for anyone who’s ever outwitted a fraud before finishing your cup of cocoa.

***** Lyrics *****

Verse 1
He slid in my inbox with a silver-tongued hello,
Slick as a salesman with nowhere to go.
Promised me the moon, “a future in the industry”—
But tripped on his spelling, his scripted flattery.

Pre-Chorus
I don’t raise my voice—don’t need to expose.
Just watch his script unravel like a run on panty hose.

Chorus
’Cause I’m a Scammer's Ninja—
I see the shape beneath the glitter.
One swift move and poof—he disappears.
As fast as a scammer can flitter

I slice the nonsense clean apart—
And leave them stunned and faint of heart
One clean slash through their tangled little tale.
I’m quiet, fast, and I never fail.

Verse 2
And then one came swaggering with “Atlantic Records” pride,
But Google burned his story down before he even tried.
I let him twist a little, let his script run thin—
Then dropped the truth so hard he never showed again.

Pre-Chorus
It’s amazing how bold they get when they think you’re naïve—
Sweetheart, I can smell the plot twist before you can even breathe.

Chorus
Cause I’m a Scammer's Ninja—I can out vipe a viper
I’ve got moves like a cat and the aim of a sniper.
Your script falls apart while my cocoa’s still hot.
I know exactly what kind of creature I've got.

I see the trapdoor beneath your silver tongue—
I’ve danced with wolves who reek like dung.

Verse 3
I used to answer kindly, give the benefit of doubt—
But life taught me— some rot from the inside out.
Now I stand with truth and words that never shake—
A woman who knows what wolves look like awake.

Bridge
Look— I’ve got better things to do than babysit fraud.
Like writing songs, roasting pork, living life, thanking God.
But sometimes the universe hands you a toy—
A shiny, ridiculous, fake-profile boy—
And I let myself play cat and mouse a little.
So sue me for enjoying just a nibble.

I don’t go looking for trouble. Life’s too short for that,
But if nonsense wanders in uninvited— carrying a bat
I’ll open the door just enough to let truth speak for itself.
Then I close it, add the bat to the collection on the shelf.

Final Chorus
I’m a Scammer's Ninja— I slice once, cold as winter’s grip.
You blink, and your flimsy story collapses and flips.
Somewhere out there he’s rewriting his script,
Wondering how it fell apart so fast.
Simple. He met a Ninja who comes equipped,
He was simply and laughably outclassed.

Outro
They toss their bait, I smile inside
The threat is lost on them
They fish and plan, I don't condemn
My strike is lethal, so they run and hide.


Ninja

Album Title: Barefoot Socrates
Genre: Smoky Jazz-Blues / Bohemian Noir / Retro Soul
Vibe: Sultry, Intimate, Late-Night, Cinematic
Description:
Barefoot Socrates strips away the marble and robes of antiquity to reveal the original bohemian wanderer in a dimly lit, smoky atmosphere. This album is a masterclass in mood, transforming the probing questions of the Agora into a sultry, late-night confession.
The soundscape is steeped in nostalgia and noir textures. Anchored by the warm, walking rhythm of an upright bass and the organic pulse of congas and bongos, the groove swings with a subtle gypsy-jazz influence that feels both timeless and raw. Over this rhythmic foundation, smooth retro guitar lines weave intricate melodies, echoing the Socratic method of endless questioning.
The defining element is the vocal delivery—deep, husky, and female. She delivers ancient wisdom not as lectures, but as soulful, emotional revelations. Tracks like "The Dreamless Sleep" and "The Gadfly" are reimagined as torch songs, where the search for truth burns with a slow, cinematic intensity.
Barefoot Socrates is a record for the midnight hour, capturing the essence of a man who owned nothing but possessed the ultimate wealth of the mind. It is philosophy felt in the gut, delivered with the heart of the blues.


What It Is

Philip Cody