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Recent Soundcloud picks with way too less listens.

Hidden Gems 2025-08

Lyrics:

I wanna paint my room turquoise, and get it all over with
Life ain't good without change
These white walls, they've got holes all over em
It always makes me feel the same
Ooh, and it happens to be I'm in the land of so-called dreams
The sky as blue as can be
And to this day
It still makes me feel okay

Maybe
I'm better off if I stay
It's scary
How my life could turn out one day
Lady
Why can't I see you for just one date
It's crazy
How my life is on the line in every single way

Oh, I'll paint
Turquoise
I'll paint
Turquoise

This morning
I opened my blinds and saw my room light up
My inbox
It's still pretty empty, this conversation feels so stuck
Changes
They're hard to commit to and it takes time to adjust
But I'm faded
I don't know what that means but I feel like it means I suck

Oh, I'll paint my room
Turquoise
I'll paint my room
Turquoise
I'll paint my room
Turquoise
Oh, I'll paint
Turquoise

Maybe
I'm better off if I stay
It's scary
How my life could turn out one day
Lady
Why can't I see you for just one date
It's crazy
How my life is on the line in every single way

Oh, I'll paint
Turquoise
I'll paint
Turquoise

Anima

Support

Turquoise

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

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]

She's The One

#playboicarti #yeat #fyp #viral
 get turnt!! 

Bigrichhh-Makin money

Miles On End

Down in Flames

Always

Fractured Reflection

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

when your young and visit amsterdam your journey with life takes you to many situations,enjoy being young and vibrant and whatever you do,do it with your friends

Hallucinations (1) Jigs Tripping music and art, Gary Hayward Lyrics and vocals

For anyone struggling with addiction or recovery, or trying to find their way back to themselves x 

Home Again

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

"Les îles blondes" reste ma chanson préférée de par son parcours atypique..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ALODv68tcQ
Bloquée trente ans par un éditeur, remarquée par Eddie Barclay, puis à nouveau libre de droits aujourd'hui je la ressors avec beaucoup d'émotion..
Merci pour vos écoutes!
Paroles:
Elle rêvait d'une vie tellement claire,
Qu'elle en serait banale,
Une vie sans bruit et sans mystère,
Mais quoi de plus normal.
Elle à l'âge ou l'on ose encore croire, 
Aux étreintes d'oubli,
Et pourtant au fond d'un vieux tiroir,
Le journal d'une vie.
Une vie qui ressemble, étrangement à la sienne,
On y parle de vent, d'exil, d'îles lointaines,
Là bas les souvenirs se noient dans l'eau profonde,
Coin de terre oublié, à l'autre bout du monde.

Loin des rêves qui laissent,
Goût de cendre et de laisse,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend que change le monde.
Loin de l'indifférence,
Des guerres de la violence,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend comme un autre monde,
Au bout des îles blondes.

Alors vinrent, des années sans lumières,
Puis l'oubli de l'amour,
Choix d'exil quelquefois nécessaire,
Au point de non retour.
Sa vie c'est de l'eau, c'est du vent du sel,
Sentiment d'évasion, d'éternel,
Là bas les souvenirs se noient dans l'eau profonde,
Coin de terre oublié à l'autre bout du monde.

Loin des rêves qui laissent,
Goût de cendre et de laisse,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend que change le monde.
Loin de l'indifférence,
Des guerres de la violence,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Elle attend comme un autre monde,
Juste un autre monde,
Au bout des îles blondes,
Loin de l'indifférence,
Des guerres de la violence,
Au bout des îles blondes.

Christian PERUTI
auteur, compositeur, interprète

"Les îles blondes" remains my favorite song due to its atypical journey.
Lyrics:
She dreamed of a life so clear,
That it would be banal,
A life without noise and without mystery,
But what could be more normal
She is at the age when one still dares to believe,
In the embraces of oblivion,
And yet at the back of an old drawer,
The journal of a life.
A life that strangely resembles her own,
It speaks of wind, exile, distant islands,
There the memories drown in the deep water,
A forgotten piece of land, at the other end of the world.

Far from dreams that leave,
Taste of ashes and of leash,
At the edge of the blonde islands,
She waits for the world to change.
Far from indifference,
From wars of violence,
At the edge of the blonde islands
,She waits for another world,
Just another world.
Then came, years without light,
Then the forgetting of love,
Choice of exile sometimes necessary,
To the point of no return.
His life is water, it's wind, it's salt
Feeling of escape, of the eternal,
There the memories drown in the deep water,
A forgotten piece of land at the other end of the world.

Far from dreams that leave
,Taste of ashes and of leash,
At the end of the blonde islands,
She waits for the world to change.
Far from indifference,
From wars of violence,
At the end of the blonde islands
,She waits for another world,
Just another world
,At the end of the blonde islands,
Far from indifference,
From wars of violence,
At the end of the blonde islands.

Christian PERUTI
 author, composer, performer

Les îles blondes

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

Country Girls Crew

This song is about an inner descent into emotion, fear, the unknown.
“Deep water” is a metaphor for transformation - a moment when you surrender control and allow something vast and inevitable to carry you away.

Deep Water

Back to my roots on this one.

"I have lost your tracks"
Why am I so blind?
I can't escape, I'm not breathing
You don't care that I'm bleeding
Yeah, ooh, ooh
I used to be your lover, I used to be your lover
Ooh, ooh
I used to be your lover, you saved me

Bleeding

The story starts here : with an upbeat anthem for anyone who’s bought new shoes thinking they might outrun their problems — spoiler: they can’t. Sharp, witty, and uncomfortably relatable.

Acoustic pop with indie flair.

New Trainers - Old Problems

“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>

All about waiting for the right moment to do the right thing for your team

My Moment Will Come

Slip N Slide centers the feelings of pain surrounding heartbreak. These are the very emotions that paved my entry into making music. We've all been through our love trials and breakups, and if you haven't yet...it's probably on its way. All I know is, it showed me the way and made me who I am today. Know who is good to keep around and know who drains your energy. Hope yall vibe with this one. 

Slip 'N Slide

This track was inspired by a news article I read, and the Milk Tray man cheating. Thanks for listening.

Calling Card

DID the BLOOD CRIP BUTTERFLY strike AGAIN? "THEIR NO WINNER IN YOU". I know the TITLE is going to be very CONTROVERSIAL but, that's WHO I am as a ARTIST... I will ALWAYS believe in my MUSICAL ILLUSIONS. THIS song is a TIMELESS CLASSIC that I can't believe GOD gave me the COURAGE to CREATE it. THE same way I felt about "IS BIPOLAR TAKING OVER", I have that SAME feeling. I FEEL like this song WILL be one of my SIGNATURE songs that PEOPLE will REMEMBER me when I'm no longer HERE. I wanted this song to be NEW YORK JAZZ 90's, FUCK LOVE CAFE, BUSY TRAFFIC, HEADPHONES on the BUS type ILLUSION. ENJOY, XOXO!

IF GOD MADE ME A BITCH? | #MASTEROFILLUSIONS | (OFFICIAL SINGLE)

broken

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

Poolside Residency 2023

Born in Chicago [09.08.25]

The Lost Dream

All Sorrow Is Gone

Come follow me

A message of hope and gratitude for all.
(c) 2020
Guitar, Vocals, mixing and mastering by Robert Grigg.
Recorded at home

https://youtu.be/iIZWcs77fAU?si=lkaT1FcgEycFi9ha

Thank You For Today

Robert Grigg

Thank You Lord

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.



