Long Time Waiting

Long Time Waiting - John Hardman Band

You Didn't Want That Prod. IL - IK

🎧 Marionete – First Single from the Debut Album House of Silence

Marionettes is the debut single from Bunar Lift, a dark and hypnotic track exploring the tension between control, desire, and the fragile strings that bind us. With its haunting melodies and cinematic atmosphere, this song invites listeners into a world where reality blurs with a puppet’s dance.

🎼 Music and Lyrics: Bunar LifT

Lyrics – Marionettes

Creepers around you,
They don't hesitate,
Your games with me,
They, push me to the brink of decay.
Nothing more, neither less,
This show is full of distress.

I'm the marionette of your vanity,
The doll you always wanted,
An object tied in knots,
With a place in the closet.
Dance with my wooden legs,
Move me slowly; I'm tied for heck.
Dance with me on the verge of shame,
I'm a rover, show me the way.

Look down; they are not watching,
They melt down at once.
Play with the rope,
For me, there's no hope of going back.
Stepping toward the pyre,
Move me slowly.
There is a fear of light.
All I need is candle in the dark,
And your hand waving like the hand of God.

Artificial creature to fill your lust,
Pinocchio made of stone and ice,
Just to trust your lies,
Lifeless lies in the mud,
Creating silhouettes for the hungry dark.

Look down; they are not watching,
They melt down at once.
Play with the rope,
For me, there's no hope of going back.
Stepping toward the pyre,
Move me slowly.
There is a fear of light.
All I need is a candle in the dark,
And your hand waving like the hand of God.

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Marionettes

Inspired by lil yachty’s let’s start here album, instrumental/beat

WhAT yOu D0(beat/instrumental)

IT’S ALL THE SAME

Holding on Tonight

"Ballroom of Deceit" is my cry of outrage — a lament for truth, history, and decency buried under the rubble of corruption.
Trump said it “wouldn’t touch” the East Wing. He lied AGAIN. Now the White House — the People’s House — bleeds dust and memories while the wrecking claws tear through centuries of American heritage. All so one man could build himself a monument of ego: a golden ballroom for his own reflection. 

This isn’t just about architecture. It’s about arrogance.

About the hungry going unfed, the sick untreated, the poor ignored — while taxpayers’ money is burned for self-glorification. It’s about erasing history to build a lie. 

“Ballroom of Deceit” isn’t just a song — it’s a requiem for the truth. For every promise shattered, every voice silenced, every soul disgusted by what’s being done in our name. May the music remember what greed is trying to destroy. 

💥 Let the walls shake. Let the truth rise.


LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
He swore the walls would stand untouched,
Just shadows near the light,
But cranes are clawing history,
Through the hollow of the night.
Marble ghosts are crying out,
From the dust beneath our feet,
Truth lies buried with the stones,
And justice knows defeat. 

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He said it wouldn’t touch the heart,
But the cracks run deep inside—
In gilded halls of vanity,
The truth itself has died. 

[Chorus 1]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on the bones of a promise betrayed.
The echoes of truth, drowned in the beat,
Of lies that the faithful parade.
History fades under glitter and glass,
And we pay for the sins of the past.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the ghosts of the people still weep. 

[Verse 2]
They said it wouldn’t cost a dime,
Yet taxpayers bleed once more,
While hunger grows in city streets,
And children beg at broken doors.
The sick still wait for healing hands,
As mansions rise for kings,
And classrooms crumble into dust,
While greed builds golden wings. 

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He said it wouldn’t take from us,
But we’re the ones who pay—
Each dollar burned in arrogance,
Could’ve saved a soul today. 

[Chorus 2]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where opulence buries the pain.
The hungry cry beneath his feet,
While he dances in disdain.
History bleeds from a painted smile,
And truth is sold by the mile.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the people’s dreams retreat. 

[Verse 3]
They raze the walls of memory,
To carve his name in stone,
A monument to vanity,
A kingdom of his own.
The echoes of the East Wing fall,
Like prayers that go unheard,
Each shattered pane a testament,
To every broken word. 

[Bridge]
If greed had a heartbeat, it would sound like this—
Pounding over reason, drowning innocence.
Every brick a bullet, every dollar a sin,
When power feasts, the people grow thin.
Can’t you hear the ghosts still calling?
“Give back what was never yours.” 

[Chorus 3] 
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the chandeliers drip shame.
You can gild the rot beneath your feet,
But it still reeks just the same.
History weeps in a minor key,
While the nation pays the fee.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on arrogance, lies, and greed. 

[Outro]
So dance, oh king of ruin, dance—
Your mirror lies to you tonight.
When the dust of your empire settles,
Only truth will stand in light.
And the ballroom falls—
To quiet.

Ballroom of Deceit

You see Mary
Deep Inside me 
There is a sun 
Burning for thee
It's so shiny
Warm and sticky
This godamnn sun
I burning me

I crave for you
Bloody Mary
You break my heart 
Into pieces
I long for you 
Holy Mary
It's so painful 
In my belly

You see Mary
Deep inside me
There is a hole
That keeps growing
It is so deep
You cannot see
The bottom. Steep
Are the cliffs here

I crave for you
Bloody Mary
You break my heart 
Into pieces
I long for you 
Holy Mary
It's so painful 
In my belly

Bloody Mary

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

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FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

Loving you is the first thing I remember when I wake up every morning in my bed.
Things you do, like the way you lose your temper,
but still smile; & that smile’s stuck in my head.
And I think about you all the time.
And all the time I’m thinking of you, I’m smiling inside.

One or two other girls I used to mention,
but right now I can’t remember their names.
‘Cause it’s you – you have gotten my attention,
And I’m thinking maybe you think the same.
And I think about you all the time.
And all the time I’m thinking of you, I’m smiling inside.

INSTLoving you is the first thing I remember when I wake up every morning in my bed.
Things you do, like the way you lose your temper,
but still smile; & that smile’s stuck in my head.
And I think about you all the time.
And all the time I’m thinking of you, I’m smiling inside.

One or two other girls I used to mention,
but right now I can’t remember their names.
‘Cause it’s you – you have gotten my attention,
And I’m thinking maybe you think the same.
And I think about you all the time.
And all the time I’m thinking of you, I’m smiling inside.

INSTRUMENTAL

And I think about you all the time.
And all the time I’m thinking of you, I’m smiling inside.

I can still remember, please help me remember, please help me remember that smile.

Smiling Inside

Uli - Apple on My Head

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira

🎶 Apple on My Head – Presentation 🍎✨

Step into a backyard of laughter, bouncing apples, and silly games where even teachers dance! Apple on My Head is a song that celebrates the magic of childhood — that one-time-only adventure filled with friends, giggles, and imagination.

Behind the fun, there’s also a gentle wink: the “Apple” here isn’t a phone, but a fruit from the tree. It’s a reminder that childhood should be lived outdoors, in nature, with playful innocence — not lost behind glowing screens of any kind.

🌈 This track is an invitation to rediscover the sweetness of simple joys: the smell of grass, the sound of laughter, the twinkle of make-believe. Childhood only happens once, and it deserves to be full of colors, games, and stories that last forever.

So press play, let the apple bounce like a ball in the air, and join us in celebrating the joy of being young, free, and wonderfully silly! 🍏💫

Lyrics (written by Uli):

Apple on My Head

 
The sun came in through the window,  
And Johnny followed right behind,  
Grounded still but full of play,  
He dreamed of Sally every day.  

In the yard a secret show,  
The apple tree said “go!”,  
Suddenly a fruit came down,  
And laughter spread around!  

Apple fell on my head,  
Bounced like a ball in the air,  
Life is sweet, a little cheeky,  
A fruit that we all want to share.  

Mama dreams big for me,  
I just want games and glee,  
With friends, with laughs, with play,  
Apple fell today!  
 
I brought apples just to please,  
Mama smiled with ease,  
Little moons of shining red,  
Glowing in my hand.  

Sally waited by the tree,  
Hoping for her friend to be,  
The tree, our childhood guide,  
Gave us joy inside.  
 
Apple fell on my head,  
Bounced like a ball in the air,  
Life is sweet, a little cheeky,  
A fruit that we all want to share.  

Mama dreams big for me,  
I just want games and glee,  
With friends, with laughs, with play,  
Apple fell today!  
  
Whether by chance or fate,  
This joy won’t fade,  
In a child’s memory,  
It shines endlessly.  

Apple fell on my head,  
And suddenly the teacher danced,  
Childhood is party, is promise,  
A fruit that always lasts.  

We laughed beneath the apple tree,  
The world was spinning playfully,  
No rules could stop the joy we found,  
Just silly games all tumbling down…  

Apples fell, the skies turned pastel,  
Now we’re the stories kids love to tell!

Apple fell on my head!

Uli - Apple on My Head

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Smiling Inside

Scott Orr