Name: Buried in Waves by Staying Alive
Duration: 2 min 25 s
Description: Buried in My Brainwaves drifts through late-night static and quiet storms of thought. It’s a headphone confession — soft beats, layered memories, and verses that echo like a fading dream.

This song ORIGINALLY was written for Road to Home 2, but was scrapped for a single, but replaced it with "In Her Light".

Vault Jems

Shadows of Goodbye

Shadows of Goodbye (From the Vault)

Pretty When I Kill

[Verse 1] You fed me lies, dressed in gold Thought I’d stay quiet, do what I’m told But I’ve been watching, keeping score Your pretty little world don’t shine no more
[Pre-Chorus] You thought I’d break, thought I’d bleed Now it’s my turn to make you scream No mercy, no second tries Kiss your fucking love goodbye
[Chorus] Oh, you like it when I cry? Bet you’ll love it when you die Every scar you gave still burns Now it’s my turn, I’m a woman scorned Oh, you thought she’d take my place? Now I’m laughing in your face I was soft, I was still Now I’m pretty when I kill
[Verse 2] Go ahead, beg, say my name Tell me how you’ve changed But I see right through your sin You don’t get to win again
[Pre-Chorus] You thought I’d break, thought I’d bleed Now it’s my turn to make you scream No mercy, no second tries Kiss your fucking love goodbye
[Chorus] Oh, you like it when I cry? Bet you’ll love it when you die Every scar you gave still burns Now it’s my turn, I’m a woman scorned  Oh, you thought she’d take my place? Now I’m laughing in your face I was soft, I was still Now I’m pretty when I kill
[Bridge] I was the one who held you up Now watch me turn this love to dust You played your games, now I play mine Let’s see who makes it out alive
[Outro] Red lips, black dress, heart so cold Tell your new girl, she’s been told I don’t forgive, I don’t forget And baby, I’m not done yet.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Pretty when I kill

Perpetual Day Dream (Pop Version)

Perpetual Daydream (Pop Version)

Rituals For The Time
By DPmusicUk 

🎶 

Are we truly lost to this world...
Consumed with self...
Material and ego...
When did, did we all let go.

🎶 

There's a balance something pure to see...
Nature can show us the way...
Open our hearts, our minds...
Our souls will be.

🪈 

🎶 

Letting go of the things we don't need...
Embrace change and the sowing of seed...
Enlightenment for the first time in me.

🎶 

So many sacred hearts...
Lost, industrialised...
Economic beast to feed the greed.

🎶 

There's a coming of a new age...
Deepness to be seen, in all the...
Past where we were born...

Rituals for the time...

🎶 

A selfless act of kindness...
Brings forth the kin, the humanity...
Compassion is a real friend...
Who has been.

🎶 

Connection repairs identity...
With optimistic hope, and thus...
Meaning and purpose fills...
The well.

🎶 

Letting go of the things we don't need...
Embrace change and the sowing of seed...
Enlightenment for the first time in me.

🎶 

So many sacred hearts...
Lost, industrialised...
Economic beast to feed the greed.

🎶 

There's a coming of a new age...
Deepness to be seen, in all the...
Past where we were born...

Rituals for the time.

🎶 

Rituals for the time.

🎶 

So many sacred hearts...
Lost, industrialised...
Economic beast to feed the greed.

🎶 

There's a coming of a new age...
Deepness to be seen, in all the...
Past where we were born.

🎶 

Rituals for the time...
Rituals for this time.

Rituals For The Time

Breaking bad

You dressed my wounds in perfect white
Gave me promises that lost their light
Thought I’d break, thought I’d fall apart
Now I’m the storm that’ll tear your heart
[Pre-Chorus]
You kissed the venom, called it love
Now I’m the shadow you can’t outrun
Every rose you gave’s a bitter blade
And I’m the reckoning you’ve made
[Chorus] I move like silence dressed in black
You broke me once — I’m breaking bad
Hope she tastes the blood you hid
I know every dirty thing you did
You thought you’d fool me with your lies
Now I’m the bitch who’ll watch you die
[Verse 2] Your hands still stink of sweet decay She wears your guilt like cheap bouquet You haunt my name? I haunt you more I’m every lock you can’t restore
[Pre-Chorus] You kissed the venom, called it love
Now I’m the shadow you can’t outrun
Every rose you gave’s a bitter blade
And I’m the reckoning you’ve made
[Chorus] I move like silence dressed in black
You broke me once — I’m breaking bad
Hope she tastes the blood you hid
I know every dirty thing you did
You thought you’d fool me with your lies
Now I’m the bitch who’ll watch you die
[Bridge]
Save your lies, don’t waste your breath
You fucked it up, now dance with death
And when you’re crawling, broke and through
The last bitch standing? Yeah — guess who.
[Outro] Dead girl walking, heart turned black
You lit the fuse — I won’t hold back
No redemption, just my name
Branded in your goddamn shame

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Breaking bad

I was born to a woman who was pretty, and I was pretty too. 
Pretty didn't mean what you might think. 
It's also not all fun too. 
Pretty means you are loved for looks
and hated for brains

people stunned when you don't line up with 
the image they imagined, some sour result of fake fame 

But I was born to a woman who was pretty and well 
I am pretty too. 
She used her pretty to dig gold then grow old and through tar she lost her soul. 
Now I'm left pretty, and know what a weapon it could be. 
But man, I've also been Two hundred and ninety pounds too. 
No one is perfect see? 

I have stretchmarks, and they are no longer red, little silver lines, with saggy skin I dread. 

Wear a bathing suit? Yeah right dream on, If im wearing a bathing suit, the worlds ended, sound an alarm. 

But people question they dig and poke
why no swim suit
your body's the best 
we would never joke

and then I want too 
of course it would be nice
but its also so revealing it gives me nightmares at night

I was born to a pretty woman 
and i am pretty too
but im marked with the stories of life
been ruined by peoples words
and I'm just happy in my jeans and boots. 

Dressing up for others, was a desperate grab, just trying so hard to get the attention from one, that all the others I didn't want would give me

attention I never had

Dressing up for yourself 
Is fun beyond doubt
until you gain weight and want to puke on the cloths you laid out 

Performance wise, I want to be able to move, I want to be resting weight human

I want to be light but not thin and well there it is
why did i want that at all? 

This songs complicated and simple at the same time
I was born pretty
(but) to me
but I'm ugly inside

Pretty Too

Born Pretty

Man On The Moon

No Reply

Your eyes hold questions you won’t ask,
mine hold answers behind a mask.
We share the air, but not the name
of what we feel, of who’s to blame.

The space between is paper-thin,
I hear you knocking, never in.
Each glance a word we never write,
we live in shade, avoid the light.

I hear you in the words you don’t say,
your silence louder every day.
We’re dancing close but standing still,
afraid to name what we both feel.
No lies, no truth, just in-between —
a quiet love we keep unseen.

You linger in the things you do,
a touch too soft, a thought too true.
I count the times you almost speak,
but fall back into something weak.

The clock moves on, but we stay here,
holding back what’s drawing near.
No fire, no fight, no open gate,
just all the things we leave to fate.

I hear you in the words you don’t say,
your silence louder every day.
We’re dancing close but standing still,
afraid to name what we both feel.
No lies, no truth, just in-between —
a quiet love we keep unseen.

Maybe one day we’ll break this spell,
but now we’re ghosts who wear it well.
You breathe, I bend — we never fall,
just brush the edge and that is all.

I hear you in the words you don’t say,
your silence louder every day.
We move like we were meant to be,
but fear has locked the only key.
No vows, no past, no great reveal —
just two hearts too scared to feel.

Your eyes hold questions you won’t ask,
mine hold answers... behind a mask.

Unspoken

Buried in My Brainwaves drifts through late-night static and quiet storms of thought. It’s a headphone confession — soft beats, layered memories, and verses that echo like a fading dream.



Buried in Waves

Mutually assured destruction, hand unicorn (the theme colon song (song))

Provided to SoundCloud by TB Records, Inc.

Crazy Life • TOLKA BUTCHER

Midnight Wounds

℗ 2025 TB Records, under exclusive license to EMI Records Ltd.

Released on: 2025-08-29

Artist: TOLKA BUTCHER
Lyricist: TOLKA BUTCHER
Producer: TOLKA BUTCHER
Executive Producer: TB Records, Inc.
Composer: TOLKA BUTCHER

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Crazy Life

Keith A. Wilkins — the mind behind Staying Alive — is a 75-year-old independent songwriter from Australia with a growing catalogue of 170+ original tracks. He doesn’t perform the songs himself, but he writes every line — blending protest, satire, resilience, and raw truth into bold musical stories that speak for the voiceless and challenge the mainstream.

From folk and outlaw country to acoustic rebellion and cheeky satire, Staying Alive is not about fame — it’s about survival, expression, and legacy. These songs are sung by others, but the story, the soul, and the sting come straight from Keith’s pen. More Songs here 
🌐 Website: https://stayingalive1.net/home

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