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


Velvet

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Just Friends

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A raw, bluesy confession of love lost and lessons learned—where regret isn’t a weakness, but the melody.

Songs of Regret

Thoughts on life, friends, love and moving on

Life's a Treasure Shared

Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

MELANCHOLY  (creeps in slowly)

In Search of My Love

Shadows on Bourbon Street

Halloween wasn’t store-bought in the 1960s, it was made from old clothes in the basement and a spark of imagination. A sheet became a ghost, Dad’s Navy uniform turned me into a sailor, and pillowcases grew heavy with candy as we walked block to block with friends and neighbors.

But toward the end of our street stood a house set back in the shadows, the one we all called the Witch House. The woman inside looked the part, and her crooked stare made us whisper and hurry past. That mix of excitement and fear gave Halloween its magic.

This song is a reflection of those nights, the laughter, the legends, and the spirit of Halloween that still lives on long after the trick-or-treat bags are gone.

[Verse 1]
We’d dig through the basement, bags of old clothes
A sheet for a ghost, dad’s Navy issued oaths
Didn’t buy ‘em in the store, we made ‘em our own
With a little bit of laughter, and a touch of the unknown

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Pillowcases dragging low
Through the streets we used to go

[Verse 2]
Neighbors and friends, side by side
House to house, together we'd glide
Candy enough to last all year
Every door brought us a little cheer

[Bridge ]
Toward the end of the block stood a house set back
Shadows lingered, the windows black
And the woman inside, with her crooked stare
Made us whisper and point, but we didn’t dare
Some said she cackled, some swore she’d fly
On Halloween night, we’d all walk by

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, hold your breath tight
The witch house watching in the night
One more step, don’t make a sound
Or she’ll chase you down this haunted ground

[Verse 3]
Now I live where the night is still
Country roads, no kids to thrill
But in my heart, the spirit stays
Of Halloween nights and childhood days

[Final Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Though no footsteps cross my floor
Halloween lives on forevermore

[Outro]
Halloween lives on
Forevermore

The Witch On Our Street

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My New Album Delta Dusk & Soul will be releases on a streaming platforms November 6th. This is a sneak preview for SoundCloud only. Let me know what is your most memorable song!

Lone Road Home

Delta Crossroads

 Vic Chesnutt

I'm not going to complain as I fall over for the forth time today
Just going to remind myself I no longer care about the experience 

These thoughts arrive just in time to keep me alive:
 I wish I could write Danny Carlisle or Isadora Duncan. Or Independence Day

 the pain or the morphine or pain it's my dilemma morphine or pain, my dilemma morphine or pain.

I stay inside my fortress, where I don't let no one come in 
cuz they might come to the conclusion that I smoke too many cigarettes.

And it keeps them from guessing that I drink too much too much too much, and I'm disguising my addiction with the promise that I'll get better soon cuz

 I wish that I could write Danny Carlisle or Isadora Duncan or Independence Day
 the pain or the morphine or pain it's my dilemma morphine or pain my dilemma morphine or pain

Constantly faking that it's keeping me alive so I won't give them the chance to contemplate my sanity or suicide 

 and I'll just keep on smoking cigarettes cuz it's keeping my lungs at bay, and all I have to say:

 I wish that I could write Danny Carlisle or Isadora Duncan or independence Day

the pain or the morphine or pain it's my dilemma morphine or pain my dilemma morphine or pain


I don't want to end up like Mr Gram Parsons not knowing who killed me and hearin' all the rumors of my demise or if I believe in God

I am a Cath-o-lic I am a Cath-o-lic I am a Cath-o-lic

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