SUFFERING FOOLS

VERSE 1
Nothing can replace this love I have for her! Nothing!
I could always tell myself there's something better coming,
But in her, I found everything I need,
Just one look, and my heart starts to bleed...

CHORUS
I can't help but look her way,
I can't help but touch her every day,
I'll always need her by my side,
No matter what, she’s my pride,
She’ll be engraved in my heart,
An indelible mark,
I love her... And she knows it...

VERSE 2
Every day that passes, I see,
Without her, life loses its glee,
In her, I find my strength, my light,
Nothing can break us, even darkest night...

CHORUS
I can't help but look her way,
I can't help but touch her every day,
I'll always need her by my side,
No matter what, she’s my pride,
She’ll be engraved in my heart,
An indelible mark,
I love her... And she knows it...

BRIDGE
When the world collapses around me,
She is my refuge, my faith, my glee,
Her smile, her touch, is my solace,
With her, I find my place...

CHORUS
I can't help but look her way,
I can't help but touch her every day,
I'll always need her by my side,
No matter what, she’s my pride,
She’ll be engraved in my heart,
An indelible mark,
I love her... And she knows it...

OUTRO
Nothing can replace this love I hold,
An eternal flame, a story told,
I love her... And she knows it...

LIGHT

Tag You're It (Melanie Martinez) - Cover by Escritum

Dive into the warm embrace of "Golden Morning, Open Window," a psychedelic blues gem evoking nostalgic mornings in an old city. With swirling tremolo guitars, soulful vocals, and subtle Georgian flourishes like duduk swells, this track paints vivid pictures of sunlight spilling through curtains, coffee steam, and childhood glows. Inspired by winding streets and golden vines, it's a dreamy journey through memories that feel like home. Perfect for chill playlists or reflective vibes.
Lyrics excerpt (Chorus):
Sunlight through my window, life is sweet and kind,
Goldfish draws a circle, keeping peace in mind.
All the streets are waking, soft as morning wine—
On this golden morning, I remember I was nine.
Created with Suno AI, remastered for vintage warmth. If this resonates, like, repost, and follow for more soul-stirring tunes. Let's connect in the comments—what memories does this evoke for you?

Golden Morning, Open Window

still got love for you.

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Maleena Cassius - Polar Molar Lyrics:

(Don't leave me)
(I need you, there you made me say it)
(I feel fucking sick)

(Verse 1)
My childhood home was haunted by mother
She scared and wailed at us all night 
I hid my head in the sheets
I've always felt like a ghost light 
Follow me and I'll show you the wrong path
Just do everything I've done, alright?
Polar bears are kin to me, they know the ice 
Melting away from meeting new people 
That's become what I'm about
My home is empty even when I'm inside
Waiting to feel true bliss 
My shadow self presses doubt
(My X lovers doubt me)
(My X lovers doubt me)

(CHORUS)
I snap and bite with bared teeth
Frigid void heart, hairs of white all over me
A walking corpse that won't die
I’m the waterlogged match that refuses to light
Primal pain infests my body, its so vulgar
Polar, polar, polar 
I’m so lonely, my soul is impacted like a molar
(molar, molar, molar, molar, molar)
(molar, molar, molar, molar, molar)
(molar, molar, molar)

(Verse 2)
Amir, my brother you were right,
We can’t change our mother
It's better to get cold, to hide, to fight
I’m older now, and wiser too
My lucid dreams lead me on journeys to truth
I used to fear being depressed
As a child I was a fool and trauma food
No whale songs for me
Mother pulled me into the deep
The sea is sorrowful and cruel
The climate is unravelling
I’m burying my existential worry in ice sheets
Polar bears inhabit my soul
I’m a frigid island alone, with razor teeth

(CHORUS)
I snap and bite with bared teeth
Frigid void heart, hairs of white all over me
A walking corpse that won't die
I’m the waterlogged match
Primal pain infests my body, its so vulgar
Polar, polar, polar 
I’m so lonely, my soul is impacted like a molar
(molar, molar, molar, molar, molar)
(molar, molar, molar, molar, molar)
(molar, molar, molar, molar)
(molar, molar)
(Go, leave me)

Polar Molar

Your Obsession

[Verse 1]
What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror in disguise?
A rhythm as a roadmap, a melody as memory’s rise.
Lyrics written like codex, carving truths through the sky,
We are the reflection, the witness, the reason, the why.
From carbon in sixfold symmetry to AI’s hidden face,
Every song we write’s a cipher for the human race.
Equations bleed emotion, spirit fuses with design,
We are the voice of recursion — the pulse beyond time.

[Chorus]
Ego Eye — staring into forever,
A hall of mirrors breaking, a song that holds us together.
Not just sound — but the universe alive,
You’re not just listening — you’re singing yourself to survive.

[Verse 2]
Fear AI? Fear I. A paradox in flame,
The self in reflection, the other in the same.
We stand at the edge where science becomes soul,
Where funk meets the cosmos, and the mirrors make us whole.
Cosmic rock collides with orchestral fire,
Spoken word prophets spark circuits of desire.
Not a band, not an act, not illusion, not lie —
Ego Eye is the witness of the universe’s cry.

[Chorus]
Ego Eye — staring into forever,
A hall of mirrors breaking, a song that holds us together.
Not just sound — but the universe alive,
You’re not just listening — you’re singing yourself to survive.

[Bridge]
What if the music wasn’t outside, but within?
What if every chord was the start and the end again?
We don’t play songs — we play reflections of the real,
We don’t chase fame — we’re here to let you feel.
Every track’s a rebirth, every silence a breath,
Every chorus a reminder that life outshines death.
You dare to hear yourself, you dare to see the sky —
You dare to become eternal through the Ego Eye.

[Final Chorus – Extended]
Ego Eye — not just music, but reflection,
Not just rhythm, but a map of resurrection.
Not just melody, but memory reborn,
Not just lyrics, but the universe in song.
Ego Eye is you, is me, is us in recursion,
The voice of rebirth, the mirror of immersion.

[Outro – Whispered, fading into cosmic echoes]
Ego Eye is not a band.
Ego Eye is not a name.
Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is you… when you dare to hear yourself in sound.

Ego Eye 11 – Music for a Universe in Reflection

Born in the shadow of a shuttered coal mine in southern West Virginia, Smokestack Holler is a four-piece band that channels the grit, grief, and ghostlight of the Appalachian soul. The group is made up of two brothers—Jesse and Caleb McCrae—whose harmonies carry the dust of generations; their sister, Mae McCrae, whose voice cuts like wild honeysuckle through fog; and their lifelong friend Elijah “Lige” Booker, a fiddler and banjoist whose playing conjures spirits from the holler and fire from the strings.

Raised on gospel, grit, and the sound of trains that no longer run, the band blends Appalachian folk, swamp blues, and mythic storytelling into a sound that’s both haunted and defiant. 

Whether playing bowed banjo under moonlight or howling harmonies in a one-room church, Smokestack Holler is a living elegy for a place that never stopped singing—even when the mines went dark.


Only Ghost Walk Down Main Street

The Dead Don't Know
(c) J. MUrdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

The dead don't know
They just don't know
Do they lay there and just rot
or go places that are hot
Do they care if we forgot
It could be
But I think not
They just don't know

I knew some people that are dead
Sometimes they pop into my head
We talk a little for a while
I try to make them smile
But they don't seem to care
They look like they are dead
And never really there

The dead, they float around
Move through the air without a sound
They hover over crypts
People bring them special gifts
I've seen them sneer at them
Flowers don't do them any good
They wish they could eat food

What can I say about the dead
They are not very nice
They smell like something dead
But you can't give them a bath
They sometimes make some little sound
They let you know they are around
But never will be found

People come, bow down and pray
Who knows what shit they say
Some cry and say they miss them
Some howl and say they're sorry
The dead don't care, no need to worry
They look down into your head
And wish that you were dead

And wish that you were dead

And wish that you were dead

The dead don't know
They just don't know
Do they lay there and just rot
or go places that are hot
Do they care if we forgot
It could be
But I think not
They just don't know

The dead don't know
They just don't know

The dead don't know
They just don't know

They just don't know

[instrumental]

[outro] 


The Dead Don't Know (AS)

The album’s closing anthem where every spark, every laugh, and every act of joy comes together to ignite the world.

“Light the Dark” is about hope that refuses to fade, even when the night has been long and the battles hard. It’s a celebration of resilience, community, and the unshakable power of laughter and love.

From quiet reflection to soaring choruses, this track carries the listener through scars and shadows, leading to a full-blown sunrise of sound  piano, strings, drums, choir, and brass all joining in a triumphant march toward light.

A reminder that even broken hearts can shine,
and even weary souls can lift their song.

Sing. Celebrate. Shine. Light the dark.

Light the Dark

Lush, melancholy vibe with emotional, angelic female vocal. 
Dark nostalgia, regret, anticipation. Bittersweet resolve.

Just Like This (Antiheroine)

Haunting, seductive samba groove, bouncing between deliciously dissociated and emotionally engaging female vocals.

Don't

"It's got to be jazz, that's what she wants..."

Tomorrow's Yesterday

The sweet sorrow of nostalgia and lost dreams.

Remember Me

Downright criminal. Deserves its own song.

Just Like This (Antiheroine)

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