Good shit my brother. We all answer to god. Never been afraid of dying but Im not looking forward to atoning for my sins

Caught In My Daydream

Amin Tijay 13 tabaghe(slow)

See what you've done now


A soulful retro ballad blending smoky jazz club ambiance with deep emotional blues. The arrangement features vintage piano, upright bass, brushed drums, muted trumpet, and subtle doo-wop harmonies. Rich in melancholic atmosphere, the track moves through moments of theatrical drama and raw vulnerability, with dynamic shifts between sparse instrumentation and full-bodied crescendos. Lyrically poetic and bittersweet, the song captures heartbreak with irony, sass, and soul. Perfect for dimly lit bars, late-night reflection, and timeless heartbreak anthems.


[Intro – slow vintage piano, crackling vinyl, faint jazz trumpet]
(0:00–0:25)

[Verse 1]
I burned your letters, watched the ink run dry,
Still hear your voice when I close my eyes.
You left your coat, still hangs by the door,
Just like your lies, it don’t fit no more.
The radio plays that sad refrain,
I light a smoke, and I curse the rain.

[Instrumental 1 – upright bass groove, muted trumpet]
(0:25–0:50)

[Chorus]
I wish it would rain down, drown out my pain now,
Wash all these memories down the drain now.
If thunder would shout what I can’t say,
Maybe I’d forget your name someday.
But the skies just tease, and I’m stuck with me,
Wishin’ for rain that won’t ever be.

[Instrumental 2 – doo-wop backing vocals, slow snare brushes]
(0:50–1:15)

[Verse 2]
I sip red wine in my wedding dress,
A thrift store queen in a royal mess.
Your ghost taps time on my windowpane,
Still playin’ games in my foolish brain.
The neighbors say I should move on,
But they don’t know what it's like when he's gone.

[Instrumental 3 – Hammond organ swell, sax riff]
(1:15–1:40)

[Bridge]
You poured me promises, sweet and strong,
I drank ’em down, knew they were wrong.
Now the glass is cracked, the table's bare,
And love’s just smoke in empty air.

[Chorus – full band, soulful harmonies]
I wish it would rain down, soak through my skin now,
Wash all the sins that I’ve kept within now.
If the heavens would break like I did that day,
Maybe I'd feel a little less gray.
But the clouds just grin like they’re in on it,
And I sit in silence, bit by bit.

[Interlude – jazzy piano solo, ambient city rain FX]
(2:10–2:35)

[Verse 3]
A vinyl crackle, the past rewinds,
Back to the night you crossed my lines.
I danced in heels with a shattered heart,
You watched me fall right from the start.
But baby, I ain’t beggin’ no more,
I got my pride, and a liquor store.

[Instrumental 4 – low bass walk, dramatic string stabs]
(2:35–3:00)

[Reprise – slowed down chorus, whispered vocals]
I wish it would rain down... just for me now,
Hide all the tears they ain’t meant to see now.
But the sky stays still, just like you did,
And the storm's still trapped in this messed-up kid.

[Instrumental 5 – slow fade with trumpet and piano outro]
(3:00–3:30)

[Outro – whispery ad-libs, fading reverb]
Just one drop... just one sign...
But I guess the rain’s not mine.


Rain That Never Came

Fun summer song.
Uma música divertida de verão
sobre o hotel onde
nos divertimos muito ❤️

Portugal (Dom Jose)

We missed the last train

Our Prison World

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

HIT THAT FOLLOW BUTTON 
THIS SHIT HIT HARD STRAIGHT 🔥
 https://www.youtube.com/@YGPROMO

Ludas Unc -Move Bitch (1973).mp3

Lost on a Lonely Road

A tribute to the country gospel songs I grew up with.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Lord, I’m burnin’ for what I done,  
Ain’t no priest where I come from.  
They say judgment day gon’ come,  
But I’ve seen hell beneath the sun.  
Ain’t no salvation where we run.

Mmm-hmm, mercy gone, mercy gone,  
The Judge gonna weigh what we’ve done wrong.

The Judge don’t speak, but His hammer will fall.
Hammer will fall
He don’t shout twice, He don’t answer your call,  
No, He don’t answer your call.
Every sin’s in the book, every name on the wall.
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall.

Ain’t no peace in these blood-red streets,  
God lookin’ down, but He don’t speak.  
Been prayin’ hard with dirty hands,  
Blood on the lines where I stand,  
Every prayer got a price, every deal got a brand.

(Mmm-hmm, fire roll on,  
Every deal you made gonna burn by dawn.)

The Judge don’t speak, but His hammer will fall,  
Hammer will fall, hammer will fall.  
He weighs our words, He don’t spare us at all,  
No, He don’t spare us at all.  
When you whisper His name, better stand tall.
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall. 
 
I seen bodies cold, I seen names erased,  
Mmm-hmm, no hiding place.)
If bones start talkin’ when the ground lets go,  
We all gonna answer, every soul we know.

My face knows shame a guilty man wears,  
I’ve ducked my friends, avoided their stares.  
If beggin’s cheap, then let me be poor,  
I’ll spend every tear knockin’ Your door,  
Till somethin’ inside ain’t rotten no more.  

Lord, we cry for the ones we lost,  
Paid our dues, still count the cost.

The Judge don’t speak, but His hammer will fall,  
Hammer will fall, hammer will fall.  
No lawyer, no lie gonna cover it all,  
No, can’t cover it all.  
Every saint, every thief gonna hear that call,
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall.  

When the bell rings out, I’ll stand in line,  
Nothin’ to hide and not much to shine.  
If He weighs my soul, let the balance creak,  
I’ve said my truth, and the Judge don’t speak.  

The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall...  
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall...

The Judge Don’t Speak

It's my passion to make quality songs using all resources available to me. As a music enthusiast I'm interested in many different genres. 

My music production process is a blend of traditional songwriting and cutting-edge AI. 

It all starts with the human touch: I craft the lyrics and song structures myself, sometimes accompanied by music I recorded or composed.

From these foundational elements, I then bring the songs to life using synthetic voices and musicians. 

A key aspect of my creative flow is "jamming" with what I call "personas", distinct AI voices and styles that offer consistent character and sound. 

My roots in music stretch back to the 1970s, when I was a drummer boy in the local harmony. 

The 1990s marked a pivotal moment with the advent of MIDI, opening up new avenues for instrumental composition. 

The early 2000s saw me dive deep into Digital Audio Workstations (DAWs), and during that time, I also picked up the guitar. 

Since 2024, integrating AI into my workflow has been a transformative experience. 

It has unlocked unprecedented creative possibilities, providing access to a vast array of virtuoso vocalists and instruments, from intricate acoustic guitar arrangements to full orchestras.

The Judge Don’t Speak

Señor Barends

Recent comments

Widey

Mary P. Wade

Related tracks