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Lonely Little Thing station

Recent Soundcloud picks with way too less listens.

Hidden Gems 2025-08

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

Circling

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

#playboicarti #yeat #fyp #viral
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Bigrichhh-Makin money

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Miles On End

Fractured Reflection

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Desert

Lost in the desert with no path in sight
Walking on the sand absorbing the light
Footsteps echo under the endless sky
No destination just the reasons why

Silent winds whisper secrets in my ear
Guiding me onward through the vast frontier
Heat waves dancing as mirages start to fade
Finding solace here in this peaceful parade

Walking in the desert with no destination in mind
Mesmerized by the rhythm of the sand through time
Feeling the serenity as the sun begins to descend
In this endless expanse my journey has no end

Shadows lengthen as they fade away
Colors blending from orange to gray
The horizon calls with a soft golden hue
In the silence I discover something true

Stars awaken in the dark velvet night
Guiding my steps with their gentle light
The cool air soothes me as I continue to roam
In this vastness I’ve finally found my home

Walking in the desert with no destination in mind
Mesmerized by the rhythm of the sand through time
Feeling the serenity as the sun begins to descend
In this endless expanse my journey has no end

Beyond the dunes under the gentle moon gleam
I wander through this living dream
Each step is a story in the sand so deep
Echoes of ancient whispers that I keep

Walking in the desert with no destination in mind
Mesmerized by the rhythm of the sand through time
Feeling the serenity as the sun begins to descend
In this endless expanse my journey has no end

Desert

Debbie wrote this slow building song from the point of view of a woman at a party who notices her partner walking into another room.  She follows and sees him talking to another woman, therein lies her insecurity.  The tune builds while, on reflection, she realises that they are secure together and she is “the best you ever had”. 

I wonder

Second version of Angeles:

[Intro]
Ahhhhhhahhhh…Ahhhhahhh…

Ahhhhhhh.Ahhhhh…

[Intro]
How could he say that? She thought. 


Did he really think I could be sold and bought?



Where were his dreams and desires?


Did they melt along with his fire?

[Chorus]
The City of Angels, a carnivorous bloom,


unfurled its obsidian petals.



She, a hummingbird, sought its


poisoned nectar.

[Verse 2]
Fame's ephemeral light.


A wraith among millions.



Swallowed by the city's heartless sprawl.


Stardust, a deceptive drug.


Promised a high that could never last.

[Break]
Hmmmhmmm…


Hmmmhmmm…

[Verse 3]
He spoke of broken dreams.


Shards of glass on a boulevard of


despair.



Of gilded cages, fame's cruel embrace.


Just a swell of air.

[Chorus]
His words, mere echoes against the


city's siren song, its intoxicating lure.



Her heart, a captive nightingale.


Yearned for a stage, blind to the cost, so


pure.

[Break]
Ahhhhhhahhhh...Ahhhhahhh...


Ahhhhahhh...

[Chorus]
Angel City, a labyrinth of smoke and


mirrors.

Promised the world, yet gave so


little.



She, a painted doll, pirouetted on


ambition's razor's edge.



Seeking fortune, brittle.


Another forgotten face in the crowd.

[Verse 4]
A ghost in the machine.


Lost in the urban grit.



Stardust, a cruel hoax.


Painted a path leading only to a


bottomless pit.

[Break]
Ahhhhhhahhhh…Ahhhhahhh…


Ahhhhhhh.Ahhhhh…

[Bridge]
The city pulsed, a hypnotic rhythm.


Drawing in dreamers with promises


whispered on the wind.



She, another face, swallowed by the


neon glow.


Clung to the echoes of her own


delusion:


"They'll see, they'll all see. I'm destined


for more, I'm... different."


[Outro]
But the city, indifferent and vast.


Continued its relentless churn, grinding


stardust to dust.



Leaving her another forgotten echo.


In its canyons of shattered dreams.


[Outro]
Hmmmm…Hmmm…


Lost in the City of Angels.


A starlet consumed by the fading light...


Hmmmm…Hmmmm…




Angel City

Quiet Blue

Lonely Little Thing

The woodchip, old atari, moths. 
Footsteps on the pavement.
The lemon curd, a kerb, sunny spots. 
A chip on my shoulder.
I can not list what I've forgot.
I was not reaching for the top.

You gave me the eyes to see?
You showed me the recipe?
There's a remedy for you.
Perhaps if you gave me clues.
Does any of this count for you?
Nothing I do is on you.
Learned the rules.
After school.

I, windchill. Long walks in the rain. 
High heels on the pavement.
A thunder storm, forgetting names. 
Laying down in the rain.
Not many start out with a lot.
It would be nice to have had a shot.

You gave me the eyes to see?
You showed me the recipe?
There's a remedy for you.
Perhaps if you gave me clues.
Does any of this count for you?
Nothing I do is on you.
Learned the rules.
After school.

Remedy

Sitting by the light,
of the fireside,
A solid rock.
Nagging of cocaine,
eats into your brain,
this all you've got?
Hard to follow through.
Disobey the rules.
You act too cool.
Hard to stay alive.
When you are the night 
You are the fool.

Oh, it's hard to say.
Which the way.
Will win the day.
Just one away.

It's been years since I have thought of you.
It's been years since I became the fool.
Such a fool.

Trying to win the fight.
Between wrong and right.
Another shot.
The insistent call.
of alcohol.
Can be forgot.
But, the persuasive soft claim.
Of the profane.
Takes a lot.
You can feel the drain.
You can slowly fade.
No matter what.

Oh, the soft refrain.
Of your Cocaine.
Gets in my brain.
I'm blown away.

It's been years since I've thought at all of you.
It's been years since I became the fool.
Such a fool.

Find the sunshine, in the borderlands of your heart.
The first clue, the derring-do, of the fool.
Such a fool.
Such a fool.

Such a fool.
Such a fool.

The Fool

Mid to slow tempo psychedelic rock written, arranged & performed by JH.
John Hardman - vocals/guitars/keys

Soul In A Hole - John Hardman

PRISON BREAK

NickJC I Watch Myself Ft DNA., Loulia

Télak a song by Lágy Szellő.Enjoy!  😎
✨ Mr Woodhand:  🎸sologuitar and mastering and  the hammond track🎵👍

Télak

The fourth track from 'The Twilight Affliction'. 'Lockdown' deals with the feelings of shame and fear of standing up for ones self. Featuring pianos, heavy guitars, melodic vocals, and epic strings. 
Produced by: Danny Meyer(Sunway Studios) and Chase Baldwin 
Performed by: 
Chase Baldwin: Vocals, Pianos, Strings, Studio Drums
Benjamin Jacobs: Bass Guitar
Daniel Williams: Guitars
Garrett Carroll: Guitars
Aaron Bedford: Live Drums 

Lyrics by: Chase Baldwin 
Music by: The Lucidia Project 

Lockdown

Depression

Verse 1: F#/A > E/A > D/A > C#/A
Numb, how I feel?  So lost within this fog.  Withdrawn, too hard to cope
And time, eats away, at my brain, till I’m just a hollow shell

Pre-Chorus: B > A > G
This weight, this burden I protect
All the voices in my mind, driving me toward suicide

Chorus: B > A > G
Depression – this pressure
Depression – Depression

Verse 2
Alone, my fatigue?  When the color in my eyes, gives way to my disguise
These lies, I tell myself, are losing their effect, consumed by my regrets
                                                                                                                                                                                       
Pre-Chorus
This pain, thickens in my veins
This monster in my mind, I’ve nowhere left to hide

Chorus
Depression – this pressure
Depression – Depression

Bridge:  em > BM > CM > GM > F#M (4)
A black cloud is following me, it swallows me whole, invades my sleep, only one way it lets me go
Isolate myself from everything, the only pleasure in my life, comes from getting high, the only way I know to get by
< SOLO: B > A > G >

Verse 3
Goodbye.  All the fear, these whispers telling me, only one way to be free
To see, to escape, quick and painless sounds so nice, hand full of pills to say goodbye

Pre-Chorus
This waste, my mother on my mind
Drowning in a river of tears, so ashamed to leave her here

Chorus x2
Depression – this pressure
Depression – Depression

I’ve got to get me out of here 
It’s time to let me go 
Place this noose around my neck
As all these pills go down my throat 
I just take another drink
And I’m drifting off to sleep
It’s time to say goodbye 
Please just let me die
Please let me go

depression

A song about anxiety and depression that people around you don't notice

I DON'T FEEL RIGHT  (LYRICS BADTRIPP INC, MUSIC BY BADTRIPP INC/SUNO AI)
My mind is reaching out to people that I meet
Sounds disturb the night so tight and so sweet
My heart is searching for someone to know
But when the game is over I have to go

Take away all my pain
make me dry in the rain
Let me try all in vain
drive me holy insane

My thoughts go back to times that I've seen
Images fill me with things I could have been
My soul is running for safety and for cover
And the years go by as I look for a lover

Touch me deep inside
fill my mind so wide
Take me on a ride
I need a place to hide

I am all alone in this empty town
I'm always here, always on my own
Memories from the past flash through my mind
Pictures of you touch my aching heart

Here comes another night
filling me with fright
I don't feel alright
when I turn out the light

I don't feel right

This is a revamp of a song i released a few years ago. I have added a few extra pieces to enhance the song.  It seems more relevant today than ever before. The world is full of Narcissist's this is for them and please ...do sing  along...I suppose the message in the song is very simple ..
When everything in your life is falling apart, its never your fault , its always someone else's because you are so much smarter, funnier, better that everybody else, they just cant see it. ha ha ha 
" It's always someone else's Fault " 
Written, recorded and produced by 
John Mc Farlane

The Narcissist's Anthem

Bleeding

HEXAGRAM14 AFFLUENCE
“Then we k2 u”
Maria Duluoz - Columbin3’s Day (NoWeek) prod bowie

LYRICS:
Columbine told him who’s to go
Feelings he’s treasured most of all
The teachers and the football stars
It’s in his tiny face
It’s in his scrawny hand
Columbine, he sold his soul
He’s got something to say
It’s Columbine’s day
The rhythm of the crowd
Teddy and Judy down
Columbine sees it all
He’s got something to say
It’s Columbine’s day
Columbine told him how it feels
If all the world were under his heels
Or stumbling through the mall
It’s in his tiny face
It’s in his scrawny hands
Columbine knows it all
He’s got something to say
It’s Columbine’s day
Columbine, Columbine 
(Yeah)
(Woo, woo)
Columbine, Columbine
It’s in his scrawny hand
It’s in his icy heart
It’s happening today
Columbine, Columbine
It’s in his scrawny hands
It’s in his icy heart
It’s happening today
Columbine, Columbine

Pull up with my MF crew
Smoke stash and we mf smoke wit u too.

Then we k2 u.

Columbin3's Day (NoWeek) <bowie>

I can tell there’s something wrong by the look that’s in your eyes
I can tell
I won’t tell if you did wrong baby this is not a lie
I won’t tell

Somethings eating at mind, steady taking up your time
Hand it to me I don’t mind, I can carry it this time.
I won’t see you hurt this time, you can put me to work that’s fine.
You just got off your nine to five, and you go back in like five.

I can tell there’s something wrong by the look that’s in your eyes
I can tell
I won’t tell if you did wrong baby this is not a lie
I won’t tell

Please believe me

"Born in Chicago" [09.08.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

Poolside Residency 2023

Born in Chicago [09.08.25]

Take a look around you, to your left and right,
Everybody’s different, but we’re all in the same fight.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

Nothing wrong with different, nothing wrong with same.
Nothing wrong with in between, we’re all playin’ the game.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

You and me, and I and we, and us and they, who are we anyway?
He and she, and her and him, everyone’s part of us.

You are who you are, don’t you dare apologize.
I know you can find the way to love if you just try.
We’re all made of skin and bones, we all have a soul.
Everyone is just a part of us.

You and me, and I and we, and us and they, who are we anyway?
He and she, and her and him, everyone’s part of us.

The Pronoun Song

The clock's a flirt with perfect teeth
It bites each hour beneath my breath
I lead, it follows - no, the reverse
A tango measured in rehearse

Step, slip, sign, send
The dance begins again
She whispers, "Late is still on time"
I nod - her logic tastes like wine

Footnotes wink, the data moans
Each theorem grinding on its bones
I count to ten, revise, delete
The mirror mocks my tangled feet

My dear Deadline
you move like smoke
I chase, you choke
When I catch you
I vanish
and you begin again

Step, slip, sign, send
The song pretends to end
The paper breathes, the cursor blinks
The tango winks, the tango thinks

Tomorrow, same time?
Of course

Deadline Tango

A Million Years Old Ft. IQ32

This was a fun one, sometimes it gets hard to write a song, saw Jon Bon Jovi say, can’t write a song ,write you cant write a song, the rest will come, this one was just that, Stuck in the moment.

Stuck in the Moment.

Funky beat with brilliant vocals from Stephen Lior

ME AND MY SOUL

Unknown World

Typed a truth that bit my hand
Logic slipped through contraband
The graph looked smug, the proof got lost
I called it genius-at what cost?

I tried to fix it
the problem fixed me first
There's rhythm in recursion
and guilt in every verse

I feel silly, oh, so silly
twisting reason till it's frilly
Every thought insists it's wise
but wears a clown nose in disguise

I chased an answer down a hall of drafts
doors of maybe, doors of laughs
Truth peeked through a keyhole grin
"you again?" she said, and let me in

I feel...
not wrong
just misplaced
The melody rewrote my face

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty
Every paradox I own
sends postcards to my comfort zone

If wisdom comes, let it knock twice
I'm out rehearsing bad advice
I feel silly
and honestly
it feels just right

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...
I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...

Silly-Frilly

Title track from the new album out 1st November 2025 

New Light - The Memory Club

Composed, produced, sung and played by Carlos R (Carlos Rodrigues)

YT video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdNcXqDelSs

Já não há o céu azul
Os insectos estão a morrer
Tudo isto bem organizado
Por aqueles que detém o poder

Já não há cravos de abril
Nem direito à opinião 
Tudo isto bem controlado 
Naquela box que usas no serão 

Já não há liberdade financeira
És controlado pelo Banco Central
E se disseres a palavra proibida
És bloqueado na rede social

Planeta binário 
Tecnologia digital 
Aprendes tudo ao contrário 
Educação original 

Escravos modernos
Programados para consumir
Em terra de cegos
Quem tem olho vai-te possuir 

Já não há ciência verdadeira
A narrativa tomou o seu lugar
E o ladrão de software
É cientista que diz querer-te salvar

Já não há moral e religião 
O ser humano é remetido ao fracasso 
E justificam isso com a evolução
Quando em ti te arrancam um pedaço 

Planeta binário 
Tecnologia digital 
Aprendes tudo ao contrário 
Educação original 

Escravos modernos
Programados para consumir
Em terra de cegos
Quem tem olho vai-te possuir

Terra de cegos

Hey, brother/sister—this track is personal.
Peace in a Bottle is about beating addiction, hurting someone you love, and fighting your way back to them.
If this hits your heart the way it hit mine when I wrote it, I’d appreciate your repost.
Thank you for giving it a listen.

Peace in a Bottle

Let’s enjoy this night out,
Drink this poisoned cocktail,
I don’t have a cock but
At least I’m not in jail 

I grew up in a Kentucky dumpster with a bum on bumps and a bummer it was, sucks a gunner I was that fucked every summer and plucked every feather I’m nuts and the weather is fun and my guts are fantastic.  Elastic, your flaccid,  and rabid and rancid im Gina Da Lesbian showing her ass on acid to a fat chick who’s damaged from pork chops and inbalanced and tragic and challenged to manage the damage of her diet, your quiet and I’m a fucking riot.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

I like to scissor chicks in winter kid so our legs light up like splinters you’ve never seen a fire start quicker than when I lick the whiskers.  I’m into big girls, lox pearls and smoke cigs, twirl my head around to scare squirrels I’m mad at the world and the world is a cartoon, looney and rude, hopelessly screwed but I chew off the dark thoughts, my titties are store bought, I shimmy shimmy cocoa puff to wherever the GOATS are cause ima hope star rhyming dope bars for everyone from the pentagon to the pope, rent an office and mope, the Pentecost can’t come soon enough.  I’m Gina Da Lesbian I’m from the moon and tough.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

Gina Da Lesbian Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Empty echoes in my head
Put me in a place of dread
And I realize that all the books I’ve read
Haven’t taught me nothing.

I’m back at beginning and beginning 
To budge got a grudge and not one nut
But I’m a nut that’ll gut any putz in the palodeum explode on him and load the kid with holes and shit…

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

I’m present
And resent
Both the past 
And the future
Feel super
Deal hoopla 
Real shooter
Meal looter
Tree climber
Line doer 
Fine, neuter 
Me I’m zany 
And crazy
And maybe
The day B
Too short
For these
Contortions
Of thought 
Your style
Is store bought
My swag is all wrought 
brought with thought

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Galaxies Of Tragedy Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

Hi I’m high minded and high and I just sold blow to a blind kid who’s fine now he died wow I guess I’m the bad guy…

Call me the sad fry
Stuck at the bottom of the bag
Once dated a fag
He hated my swag
But rated me 10
And he’s gay as shit 
But I am the man 
And all my Stans 
From to here to Japan 
Can adhere to the plan
Of clearing the damn 
Of fear and the sand 
Of time is a vagina 
And my rhymes are a fucking riot
Pirate of rhymes 
AN eyelid 
That doesn’t blink
A motherfucking ship that doesn’t sink 

But,

Like the Titanic
I panic 
When I see your face.
To speak?
Might manage 
I’m damaged,
But you bring me your healing grace.

As I walk this winding road
Flow so wet it could blind a toad 
I am from the bottom of the rope 
And I’m old and white
Like the pope 
And dikes can cope
If they don’t like me 
I like them anyway
Anyway I mean that
In a friendly way
I’m headed gay
Technically 
And make my errands  
Ethically 
I’m and eccentric
Eclectic electric
“Life partner”
That tries harder
Than 5 guys fries try 
to make your heart murmur. 
I’m a snot, non learned non learner, 
Burner that turns murder into mergers 
And deserves asperbergers and ass from girls
With sass that twirl on acid worlds fantastic drastic and pragmatic, going asthmatic this poems over babe hat trick


Like the Titanic
I panic 
When I see your face.
To speak?
Might manage 
I’m damaged,
But you bring me your healing grace.