أمثل قلبِي يُهمَلُ ،

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قلقٌ، سهرٌ، عذابٌ ،

شعرتُ بجنازة في دماغي-Emily Dickinson

Lyrics:

She never knew if that little thing will be gone
It makes her blind of the pretty things that she got
She sees it black point I see her the chosen one
She never knew if that little thing will be gone

I helped you out and I'd help you in
You need no one to be succeed
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need

She whispered gently it hurts me mentally
Sometimes I wish I could go far
Every time it gets me the more it hits me
There's nothing I could do for
￼I held her hand I made her stand
There's nothing to be afraid of
We're all your friends get out your tent
And use the words I just said of

I helped you out and I'd help you in
You need no one to be succeed
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need

If the world was falling or the time is stopping for long
If your heart was calling I need you darling come home
Well to me your longing and for that I'm writing this song
If the world was falling or the time is stopping for long

I helped you out and I'd help you in
You need no one to be succeed
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need
I know you lost but you should've won darling 
It was the love what you need
I know you lost but you should've won
It was the love what you need

Anxiety

GONE,part I

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2 Redmoore Square is a quiet, personal album about growing up in Manchester UK in the 1980s—told from the point of view of a kid trying to understand the world around him.

These songs walk through red-brick streets, schoolyards, shop windows, bus rides, football on the telly, and evenings where the kettle goes on even when things feel uncertain. It’s about family, migration, belonging, and the small places that shape who you become—Rusholme, Oxford Road, the Arndale, Piccadilly Records, and the house at number twelve.

This record doesn’t chase nostalgia for its own sake. It sits with memory as it really was: cold nights, warm kitchens, being called names, learning resilience early, and finding hope in ordinary moments. The stories are simple, spoken plainly, and rooted in lived experience.

If you grew up feeling slightly out of place…
If music, football, or city streets ever gave you something to hold onto…
If home is a place you still carry with you…

This album is for you.

Written and Constructed  by AzSolo.

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I am a Saudi singer-songwriter, I play some music and I'm here to share some of my humble creation written and produced from my own comfort space to be genuinely shared with you.

I wish you an ear blessing.. cheers!

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