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Rihanna's 'Man Down' mashup with Gregory Isaacs' 'Night Nurse'. Produced by Mashup King, hope you enjoy!

Rihanna, Gregory Isaacs - Night Nurse, There's a Man Down (Mashup)

Runaway

Hollow Fire encapsules the emptiness of desire with a reflective emotion.  The lyric delves into the haunting and reflective nature of unfulfilled longing and the emptiness that can accompany relentless desire: this is an enriched version of “Hollow Fire” with an added layer of emotional depth and introspection, paired with a fitting genre: Neo-Soul. This genre’s smooth, soulful melodies and jazzy undertones amplifies the reflective and bittersweet themes of unfulfilled desire while adding a heartfelt intensity to human physical and emotional needs; What do you think? How does the theme resonate with you?

Hollow Fire (Neo-Soul Version) (3)

The essence of this speaks to the immense emotional weight of hatred and the courage it takes to choose a different path. It carries the essence of resilience and a profound understanding that hate ultimately diminishes the one who holds it. Here I use the lyrical beauty of Hip hop and jazz to bring an anthem of celebration, bringing everybody together to enjoy the beauty of togetherness and just  say no Hate as an awful burden to bear.

Hate is a burden to bear, I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole

This track was inspired by a birthday card of Young lady to her fiancée when she presented him with his birthday present after they had dinner one evening, to show her affection and love for him. The message, I presume is self explanatory.

Key to My Heart(6) #R&B Soul

This track is a gripping exploration of human fragility, resilience, and the challenge of authenticity.

Bitter Pill #Soul Radio Edit

I don’t see my children, I’m broken – Official Lyric Video | Brady Kent (Official Music Release) ⏳💔

A desperate story about a woman who no longer sees her chidren, leaving her broken. We dont know thew reason why, but she feels she is only 20% guilty for the split.

She ends the song with the words, 'He’s like a dead man to me. I soak up the pain…………….
The party is over…………….. More rain on the way' 

Some words are left unspoken, and sometimes, we run out of time before we can say what truly matters. This is an emotional ballad about regret, missed chances, and being left broken.With heartfelt lyrics and a haunting melody, this song speaks to the pain of never seeing your children.

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Lyric:
No time to tell her I loved her
mmmmmmm

No last moments to share 
No way, to reminisce, or care

I wasn’t ready for the shock
I was stunned, I couldn’t talk

No longer a couple, that’s over
No no…

Died suddenly, after so many years
Please God, say she had nothing to fear

I’ve lost everything…..   everything 
I’m only, twenty percent guilty 
Please, let somebody else do this

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Feeling lost after he left
My life is a total mess…. 
I’ve even lost access….. 
To their photos…      

Who needs, a support network?
Not looking after myself, in the dark
Focusing on control, is for fools
Grief destroys, it breaks the rules

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Each day, my sadness deepens
Don’t know or care, what my rights are 
I feel loss and despair…………………..
Mmmmm mmmm
I can’t see my kids, day by day

Why am I doing this 
I’m crying in anguish

This will haunt me forever 
Part of my darkest chapter
The papers, were dismissed
A life sentence, so you don’t, exist 

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Somehow gotta, get on with it
I use remote viewing, to see them
I just didn’t see it coming……….
Remote viewing, to see them

Not in a safe pair of hands
Victims, of a defiant stand
A leap into the unknown………… 
Say whatever you want, by phone

He’s like a dead man to me 
I soak up the pain…………….
The party is over……………. 
More rain on the way

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Not in a safe pair of hands
Victims, of a defiant stand
A leap into the unknown………… 
Say whatever you want, by phone

Say whatever you want, by phone

I don’t see my children, I’m broken

I put this track together with a soundscape loop and delayed snare drum pattern I found on LoopCloud. I then added the the kick drum via midi sequencing, a synth bass line, and synth strings. It was a fun little project on my way to learning more about the possibilities of my DAW. I hope you like it. It definitely chills me out.

Just Chill

"When Joy Is Stolen from You" is a slow-burn Hip-Hop elegy that explores loss as a series of emotional thefts. Each verse illuminates a different form of stolen joy—through war, through family separation, through the quiet ache of absence. It mourns fathers lost to conflict, daughters pulled away by systems, and the lives we live in the aftermath of love disrupted.
Rather than shouting grief, it breathes through it. This piece doesn’t seek revenge—it seeks remembrance, and turns every bar into a bridge across silence. It’s poetry as testimony, carried in rhythm, built to keep what was lost alive.

When Joy Is Stolen from You # R&B Soul Cut

SOS (Sound Of Starlings)