This song is a reflection of what I feel and experience. It began with my original concept, was created with the assistance of AI, and then meticulously refined by me to capture the essence of my emotions.

Soir de Juillet

“Devil’s Got Your Name” is a soulful, jazz-infused song about betrayal, karma, and inevitable consequences. The lyrics portray a charming yet deceitful person whose lies, manipulations, and moral compromises catch up with them. The narrator, with a mix of pain and power, warns that no matter how far someone runs or how well they hide, the truth will find them — and the devil already knows who they are. The song carries a smoky, vintage nightclub vibe with a dark, dramatic undertone, echoing themes of guilt, justice, and emotional reckoning.

[Title: "Devil’s Got Your Name"]

[Intro – slow jazz groove with upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed drums]
Mmm… yeah...
You thought you’d dance around the flame...
But sugar, the devil’s got your name...


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[Verse 1]
You roll the dice like you own the game,
Playing hearts like they’re all the same.
Dressed in charm, but your soul’s on lease,
Smiling lies in a tailored piece.
You left lipstick on a holy book,
Baby, I see you — I know that look.


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[Instrumental 1 – smoky saxophone solo with low organ hum]


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[Verse 2]
Late night lover with a bottle mouth,
You light the match, then you head down south.
Every promise tastes like gin,
But sugar, truth seeps through your skin.
You shake hands with saints and snakes,
But one wrong step is all it takes.


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[Chorus – bold, brassy horns, gospel harmonies]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what shoes you wear.
Hide in the dark, pray in the rain —
Too late now, he’s called your name.
Mmm, the devil’s got your name…


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[Instrumental 2 – staccato piano, dirty blues guitar riff]


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[Verse 3]
You left your shadow in my bed,
Full of secrets, full of dread.
Tried to wash your hands in fire,
But babe, you build your own damn pyre.
Truth’s a mirror with cracks and stains,
And your reflection screams in chains.


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[Bridge – slow down, jazzy chords, sultry vocal styling]
No angels left to testify,
Just lipstick ghosts and alibis.
The preacher weeps, the bells won’t ring,
‘Cause mercy don’t mean a single thing...


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[Instrumental 3 – Hammond organ swell, bluesy electric solo]


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[Chorus – reprise with choir-style backing]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what soul you wear.
Hide in your charm, drown in your shame —
Too late now, he’s claimed your name.
Yeah, the devil’s got your name…


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[Interlude – soft keys, rain sample, minor 7th jazz chords]


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[Outro – fading with jazzy vocal riffing and bassline]
You shoulda danced with the truth, not the flame...
But sugar… the devil’s got your name...


Devil’s Got Your Name

"One More Night to Remember" is a slow-burning 1950s-inspired soul-blues ballad sung from the perspective of a woman who unexpectedly reunites with a former lover in a dimly lit, smoky jazz bar. As the evening unfolds, both are drawn back into the emotional gravity of their shared past. The song begins with the surprise encounter, capturing the unspoken tension and lingering feelings as they share drinks, glances, and eventually conversation.

Each verse deepens the emotional atmosphere, revealing the pain, regrets, and quiet longing that still live between them. They share intimate moments that blur the line between healing and relapsing into old desires. The chorus reflects a bittersweet acceptance that although their love may not have survived the years, its echoes still burn brightly for a single night.

The instrumental sections—featuring piano, upright bass, brushed drums, and smoky saxophone—enhance the song’s cinematic, melancholic mood, evoking the sensual loneliness of midnight hours. A poignant bridge shows the inevitability of parting, even as they pretend for one last time that their love could endure.

In the end, the narrator acknowledges that this fleeting night was both a comfort and a goodbye, wrapping their shared memories in a jazz-soaked dream that will linger long after the music fades. The song captures the vulnerability, nostalgia, and emotional rawness of seeing someone again who once meant everything—and still might.

Lyrics:
[intro – slow piano and muted trumpet, dim bar ambiance]

[verse 1]
I saw you walk in through that velvet haze,
Same old coat, same broken gaze.
A thousand nights since we let go,
But time don’t melt what the heart still knows.
I sipped my drink, tried not to stare,
But memories danced in that midnight air.

[instrumental 1 – soft piano riff with upright bass]

[verse 2]
You sat down slow, like a ghost from dreams,
With eyes still heavy from silent screams.
We talked in whispers, like lovers do,
Though the words were cracked and colored blue.
Your hand found mine, just like before,
And I didn't pull away no more.

[chorus]
One more night to remember,
One last chance to feel.
We kissed in the shadow of December,
Pretending the past could heal.
If only love could stay 'til morning light,
But some things burn just for the night.

[instrumental 2 – saxophone solo, slow and smoky]

[verse 3]
You lit my smoke, I lit your pain,
We wore our guilt like summer rain.
Each laugh was stitched with silent cries,
Each touch betrayed our alibis.
But oh, how sweet the bitter feels,
When lonely hearts spin broken wheels.

[verse 4]
The jukebox played our favorite tune,
A lullaby beneath the moon.
We danced so slow, like time stood still,
Each step a cure, each glance a thrill.
But in your smile I saw goodbye,
A truth too deep for one last cry.

[instrumental 3 – smoky jazz trio: brushed drums, double bass, soft piano glissando]

[chorus – softer]
One more night to remember,
A lie we chose to keep.
Wrapped in a song, a dying ember,
That sings us back to sleep.
I knew you’d go with the morning train,
But still, I’d do it all again.

[instrumental 4 – solo piano, trumpet highlights, soft brushed drums]

[bridge]
The moon watched cold from the window pane,
As we held each other through joy and shame.
We said goodbye with no regrets,
Just smoky lips and silhouettes.

[final chorus – slow and tender]
One more night to remember,
No promise, no goodbyes.
Just the sound of hearts in late September,
And the truth behind our lies.
I’ll see you in some future barlight glow—
Where old love lingers soft and low.

[outro – trumpet solo fading into soft piano chords, bar lights dim]


One More Night to Remember

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
 Melania et al  (Playing Along) Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles
I fell for a liar, the worst kind of soul
Silver tongue, heart made of coal
He’s got the key that locks the door
And I keep crawling back for more
I dress my shame in Sunday best
Smile wide, ignore the rest
Just to earn a glance, a favor
In the new lie born today
🎶 Playing along, no matter how dark it gets
Buying in, 'cause you hold all the bets
I know I’m bound for hell, but I’ll pay that price
If playing along gets me through one more night
Makes them think I’m okay with the wrong that never ends
In this life where we pretend and play along 🎶
You preach with fire, then steal with grace
I watch you smile and change your face
You bless the broken, curse the brave
And I just nod, become your slave
I used to fight, I used to cry
Now I just laugh and pass the wine
I’m the fool who knows the game
But still shows up to play
🎶 When did I become so weak?
When did I let myself become a fool?
When did I accept being just another tool
In the toolbox of corruption I live in every day?
When did every moral fiber in my soul melt away? 🎶
I see the cracks, I hear the screams
But I trade truth for quiet dreams
I wear your sins like second skin
And call it love, again and again
You build your throne on broken backs
And I just help you hide the tracks
I’m not blind, I’m not naive
I’m just too tired to leave
🎶 Playing along, no matter how dark it gets
Buying in, 'cause you hold all the bets
I know I’m bound for hell, but I’ll pay that price
If playing along gets me through one more night
Makes them think I’m okay with the wrong that never ends
In this life where we pretend and play along 🎶
🎶 Playing along...
Just playing along...
God help me, I’m still playing along 🎶

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🎶 Playing along  by The Indivisibles


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

On est parti à Barcelone

Ophelia Mulch (1912–unknown)
Born in Rockford, Illinois, Ophelia Mulch was a small-town girl with a big-city voice. After performing in church choirs and local radio programs, she moved to Chicago in 1935, finding her way into the smoky nightclubs of State Street and the speakeasies that survived Prohibition. Known for her haunting mezzo-soprano and her signature song “The Fast Lane” which she recorded as a 78 rpm single for the short-lived Lakefront Records in 1938. The record never charted, and within a year, Ophelia vanished from public life.

Some say she married a steelworker and settled quietly in Gary, Indiana. Others claim she disappeared en route to a booking in St. Louis, leaving her gown hanging in a hotel wardrobe. Her lone recording, long out of print, resurfaced in a collector’s archive in the late 1990s—its label cracked but her voice still luminous, as if she were singing from behind a veil of time.

the-fast-lane.

Seattle Fun (Bossa-Jazz)

“Mon Cher” is a classic Parisian chanson reborn through modern cinematic production.
A soulful café melody tells the story of a woman who’s learned to love life on her own terms — to flirt, to dream, to hurt, and to rise again.
She reminds us that life can be beautiful, but you need the courage to make it so.

Elegant, emotional, and timeless — Mon Cher celebrates the art of living, c’est la vie.
Produced by Quarry Studios.

#chansonpop #frenchmusic #parisiancafe #romanticmusic #femaleballad #cinematicmusic #emotionalmusic #worldmusic #beautifulvoice #independentwoman #cestlavie #newagemusic

Mon Cher

“Caminos Del Recuerdo” es una obra íntima y honesta, donde la nostalgia se convierte en melodía y la memoria toma forma de canción.
Este álbum recoge siete historias que evocan la belleza de lo vivido, la ternura de la familia y la calma de los días pasados, cuando el tiempo parecía avanzar más lento y los pequeños momentos lo eran todo.
Cada tema es una postal emocional: los desayunos de domingo, las voces de quienes ya no están, los juegos de la infancia, los abrazos que curaban cualquier herida.
El sonido es una fusión de balada romántica, flamenco acústico y tango poético, interpretado con voces maduras de barítono y mezzosoprano que transmiten verdad y calidez.
Los arreglos incorporan violines, violonchelos, guitarras flamencas, piano suave y bandoneones que crean una atmósfera cinematográfica y emocional.
En cada canción, la sensibilidad del intérprete dialoga con los instrumentos para formar una experiencia sonora que trasciende el tiempo.
“Caminos Del Recuerdo” invita a mirar hacia atrás sin tristeza, a reconciliarse con el pasado y a celebrar el hecho de haber amado, vivido y sentido.
Es una carta abierta a la familia, al amor maduro y a la infancia que nos formó.
Un álbum para quienes buscan profundidad emocional en la música y valoran la poesía en cada nota.
🎧 Escúchalo con calma. Es un retrato del alma, un refugio para el corazón.


Cuando Éramos Sol

Ce qui est marrant c'est que salaud au féminin, en français, c'est pas salaude! Ha, #justsayin
Chanson inspirée par un vrai livre recent intitulé "Le Temp Des Salauds" 🍟🤓🤌

@bananasutra lyrics (variantions):

[Intro]
Bienvenue, mesdames et messieurs, 
Au grand bal des vertus douteuses. 
Ici, les salauds dansent heureux, 
Les cœurs vendus, les mains soyeuses. 
Leur morale est bien repassée, 
Mais toujours un peu tachée.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds,
Des faux héros, des pantins d’ego, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! 
C’est le temps des salauds, oh-oh, 
Des beaux parleurs, des faux normaux, 
Qui rient très haut… pour mentir plus beau.

[Couplet 1 – Le délire raisonnable]
Le nouveau réalisme, c’est l’art des salauds, 
Un délirium sobre, cynisme en costard chaud. 
Ils vendent la peur sous cellophane, 
Et t’appellent “extrême” si tu dis “humain”. 
Ils posent des questions de sages, 
Mais répondent comme des mirages sauvages. 
Ils jouent à la raison...  mais raisonnent faux, 
C’est la saison, la moisson des salauds.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des cerveaux trop clos, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds!

[Couplet 2 – Les alliances du vide]
Trois types de salauds, faut l’dire clair: 
Les politiques, les patrons, les faiseurs d’prières. 
Ceux qui savent mais trahissent, 
Eux les lâches, qui profitent. 
Le p’tit Jupiter, Machiavel au moral, 
Fait valser les foules dans son bal libéral. 
Il pactise, il nuance, tord le vrai, 
Pour qu’le faux paraisse sensé.

[Pont]
Forts avec les faibles, faibles avec les forts, 
Ils vendent la paix pendant qu’ils signent la mort. 
“Bon courage”, qu’ils disent, le sourire faux, 
Mais c’est un orage… on danse, salauds?

[Couplet 3 – Les fous et les faux]
Les fous aboient, les salauds cadrent, 
Et les cons signent tous les contrats. 
Les uns hurlent, les autres calculent, 
Et les lucides… se taisent, s’annulent. 
Les idoles changent, les valeurs se vendent, 
La foule like, la vérité s’attend. 
Les héros sont devenus salauds, 
Nous, figurants d’un online show.

[Refrain – Final]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des gros egos, 
Qui valsent au rythme des fiascos, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! (oh-oh) 
Au bal… des salauds.

[Outro]
J’en ai aimé, des salauds, c’est vrai, 
Leurs mots brillants, leurs airs parfaits. 
Mais minuit sonne, le bal s’oublie, 
Ces salauds-là ne dansent plus… avec ma vie.


What It Is

Philip Cody