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Afterglow is a reflection on love’s aftermath—where passion once blazed, only clarity remains. This neo-soul/alt-R&B ballad traces the quiet transformation that follows emotional chaos: from longing to release, from hurt to healing. With vivid imagery and soulful lyricism, Afterglow lives in the space between what was and what’s left behind—a warm echo of truth, resilience, and quiet closure.

Afterglow

Verse 1
The fire’s gone, but not the flame,
It lingers soft inside my name.
We danced through sins and silent cries,
Now only truth beneath the skies.

Pre-Chorus
No more running, no disguise—
Just the afterglow in your eyes.

Chorus
Afterglow, we made it through,
Not untouched, but somehow true.
What we burned became our light,
A quiet blaze to end the night.

Verse 2
Your breath no longer haunts my chest,
But left a calm I call my rest.
And though the stars begin to fade,
I feel the peace that we have made.

Pre-Chorus (2)
I won’t forget, I won’t rewind,
But I’ve outgrown what kept me blind.
Chorus (repeat)
Afterglow, we made it through...

Bridge
No bitter end, no last regret,
Just warmth in places we once wept.

Outro
So let the morning slowly rise—
I’ll meet it whole, with open eyes.

Afterglow

“By the Window” is an acoustic folk ballad infused with baroque elegance and quiet introspection.
Fingerpicked guitar, soft string layers, and delicate piano create a gently flowing soundscape,
as the lyrics reflect on time passing quietly outside the window.
Melancholic but warm, the song captures the feeling of stillness, memory, and the beauty of simply existing between moments.

By the Window

Take a ride down memory lane with "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" a ballad that weaves together heartfelt lyricism and classic Americana folk sounds. 

From the first note, this song draws you into scenes of winding highways, Sunday afternoon drives, and the small-town places where memories linger.
With every verse, the story unfolds: an old Chevy on Route 33, windows down, searching for peace and pieces of the past. Against a backdrop of gentle acoustic guitar, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, letting go, and finding yourself again where the road meets memory.

Fans of folk and Americana music who crave honest storytelling and emotional depth will feel at home here. If you love nostalgic road trips, narrative folk, and songs that invite reflection, "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" is the perfect addition to your playlist. Discover your own story between the yellow lines and the memories they hold.

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Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk

All lyrics by Daniël Wöltgens, All songs written by Daniël Wöltgens, All songs recorded at www.studilion.nl. Produced, arranged, recorded and mixed by leo Sienot. Mastered by Sander van der heide. All backing and lead vocals by Daniël Wöltgens. Acoustic guitar by Daniël Wöltgens except for the songs Today and Inside Eyes. These were played by Leo Sienot. Electric guitar by Leo Sienot.Bass by Leo Sienot.Drums by Remco van der Sluis. Piano by  Rene Kaaij.Hammond by Coen Molenaar. 


Book of Life
 Is it true that  
we find that  
we were meant to be  
one before divided 
one before the fall 
could it be that  
certain values 
were meant to be  
clouding our dream 
disturbing the purity 
within you and me 
the only thing that 
counts in life is  
that we choose to find  
the one thing, that sets us free 
for once and always a dream 
within you and me 
rules were made to be broken 
rules were meant to be false 
so go out now and live than your dream 
only you know the words  
of your book of life 
within you and me

Apple music

Book of life (acoustic version)

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

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[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

Text:
[Verse]
He died in a rocket crash on Mars
They gave me his military records
And I saw my name
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
They brought his body back to Earth
I opened the casket and
I saw his face
He had a secret family with me

(Instrumental-Part)

[Chorus]
I want to love you for a long time
I want to see your face
You are the most important thing to me
And I love you

[Bridge]
He was already married
He had a son and a daughter
He was in the Air Force
I thought he was in the Army
He had a secret family with me

(Solo)

[Verse]
His body was on display in an open casket
His parents asked me not to come
But I couldn't miss it
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
I saw his wife at the funeral
She looked just like me
They all thought it was a coincidence
He had a secret family with me

My Secret Family

A little blues for the times when you get stupid thoughts about not being good enough...

Stupid thoughts blues

Hello to you😀. I come from Norway, write lyrics and melodies, sings, play all the instruments, record and master by myself. Some songs in Norwegian and some in English, and I like to vary in style, from folk to more use of synth. 
Hope you like and share my music.

Stupid thoughts blues

Glen Mikkelsen