Fly me to the moon .

TUL8TE - Heseeny I تووليت - حسيني

حسّيني حسّي بكلامي واسمعيني
ده أنا كل كلمة مني ليكي
بتوصف معاني حُبّنا، آه


وخلّيكي كلي حياة بيك يا حبيبي
ده أنا عمري ما أرتاح إلا بيكي
ونعيش سوا طول عمرنا، آه

برتاح ويّاك وأنا ماسك إيديكي
وعين عليكي وع الطريق
إحساس مش هداريه
نستنى الصيف ويجي وأحِب فيكي
وأغنّي ليكي وأكون صريح
بحُبّي ليك

Ezoic
حسّيني حسّي بكلامي واسمعيني
ده أنا كل كلمة مني ليكي
بتوصف معاني حُبّنا، آه

زي المجانين ويّاك
قصة حبي ليك أفلام
زي الأغاني بتملى
كل الحياة


Ezoic
برتاح ويّاك وأنا ماسك إيديكي
وعين عليكي وع الطريق
إحساس مش هداريه
ونستنى الصيف ويجي وأحِب فيكي
وأغنّي ليكي وأكون صريح
بحُبّي ليك

حسيني حبّيني إيه
وخلّيكي وحسيني، حبّيني إيه
وخلّيكي وحسّيني
خلّيكي

TUL8TE - Heseeny I تووليت - حسيني

Pra Sempre Você é uma canção romântica que mistura o balanço suave do samba-pop com a elegância da MPB. Arranjos com violão, percussão delicada, cordas e sax criam uma atmosfera calorosa e apaixonante, enquanto a letra fala de um amor eterno, daqueles que se tornam razão, destino e coração. Uma música feita para emocionar, dançar de leve e sentir cada palavra

Pra Sempre Você


I see your open hands  
No pride, no need to hide  
You speak with gentle truth  
It calms my storm inside  


Your heart, a steady flame  
You’re not here to demand  
You walk this path with me  
Not leading, just hand in hand  


No need to rush, no weight to bear  
You love me best when you just care  

 
Hold me like a whispered prayer  
Soft as breath in midnight air  
In your patience, I am seen  
In your silence, I can breathe  
No more pressure, no more pain  
Only love that stays, remains  
You don’t ask me to be more  
You love the me that’s hurt and sore  


You saw the cracks in me  
And stayed, though not obliged  
You listened through my fears  
With nothing but your light  


I thought I had to earn this love  
But you gave it with no test  
No deal, no plan, no final goal  
Just care, and space to rest  
I wept, but you just stayed  
No shame, no need to be brave  

No need to rush, no weight to bear  
You love me best when you just care  

Hold me like a whispered prayer  
Soft as breath in midnight air  
You don’t ask me to be strong  
You just let me take this long  
You are here, when it gets real  
That’s the love that starts to heal  
In your arms, I’m not ashamed  
Even broken, I’m still named  


You’re not here for gain or glory  
Just to stay… and hear my story  

Hold me like this! EP

Hold me like that (Main  Mix)

New Day

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“Total Depravity” is a gospel-centered anthem declaring humanity’s need for God’s mercy and the transforming power of Christ. The song confronts the truth of our fallen nature—born in sin, enslaved by rebellion, and powerless to save ourselves—while proclaiming the hope and light that come only through Jesus.

Each verse and chorus points to God’s grace as the sole source of salvation: not our works, zeal, or effort, but Christ’s finished work on the cross. From the darkness of our hearts to the triumph of resurrection life, the lyrics remind us that every soul is called and claimed by the Shepherd who bore our curse and rose victorious.

With a bridge that echoes redemption’s cost and a final chorus celebrating life in Christ, this song is both a sober reflection on sin and a joyful proclamation of salvation by grace alone.

Total Depravity

Hey
Heather
Matt
Got a call from Daniel sayin'
It's Cathy's last weekend in
So we're headed out to Michigan
And we'll put the top down
Throw our caps and gowns
The party's over now
She was always gonna move to that small town
Gonna move to that small town

She always told me
"Meet me in Michigan"
Said
"We'll listen to Aerosmith on a cassette tape again
In a diner in the middle of nowhere
Just us and our friends"
'Cause there's somethin' 'bout the way it makes us feel so young again

Remember when we were in ninth grade?
And Cathy
She was so afraid
That her parents were gonna say
They had to move away
And I said
"There's no way"
I said
"There's no way"

She always told me
"Meet me in Michigan"
Said
"We'll listen to Billy Idol on a cassette tape again
In a diner in the middle of nowhere
Just us and our friends"
'Cause there's somethin' 'bout the way it makes us feel so young again

feeling like a kid again  
can’t imagine a Friday night without my friends  
emotions run so deep,  
remember your first road trip?  
can you dig it?  
first love is once in a lifetime  
I do wanna feel it again  
nothing else in my head,  
’cause love in teenage years,  
so pure, you know it'll end up in tears
Priceless memories, in my soul to keep
Now I'm all grown up and we all have moved on
And I'm happy for her
But it feels so wrong
To not have my best friend anymore
So I'm makin' that drive up to her door

And we'll listen to Dire straits on a cassette tape again
In a diner in the middle of nowhere
Just us and our friends
'Cause there's somethin' 'bout the way it makes us feel so young again
So young again
So young again

She always told me
"Meet me in Michigan"
And we'll listen Alice Cooper's School's Out   again
In a diner in the middle of nowhere
Just us and our friends
'Cause there's somethin' 'bout the way it makes us feel so young again
So young again
So young again

SO YOUNG......AGAIN!


So young again

Eclipse of Me Ft. ZEYRISSE

Amour Inconditionnel 💞

BREAKFAST WITH JUNG - When Morning Becomes Portal

What if your morning coffee ritual was actually communion with eternity?

At dawn's ragged edge, an ordinary kitchen transforms into a temple where the Collective Unconscious speaks through steam rising from tea, through faces rippling in chrome, through your grandmother's hands weaving histories into your cup.

This is Jung's most profound insight made tangible: we are never truly
alone. "In this kitchen, we are all time travellers, breaking bread with
our unborn children, while the dead pour tea with trembling hands." The ancestors lean in, hungry for one more taste of morning. The tui's song harmonizes with languages lost when Eden's gates swung shut. Even the sugar bowl holds crystals of compressed eternities.

The Collective Unconscious isn't abstract theory—it's the moment when time pools honey-thick between dreaming and day, when you realize every breakfast is simultaneously the first and the last, when eternity reveals itself as simply this: a kitchen full of ghosts at morning, passing cream across time's borders.

The beautiful female folk voice carries both depth and lightness,
making the mystical feel utterly domestic—the sacred hiding in the ordinary, the eternal folded into a cup of tea.

Tell me then, you who breakfast alone—do you see them in your morning mirror? All the faces time has worn and will wear, gathering like moths around your light?

"The collective unconscious contains the whole spiritual heritage of
mankind's evolution, born anew in the brain structure of every individual."
- Carl Jung 





Breakfast with Jung   ( Lyrics )

At dawn’s ragged edge, my kitchen becomes
A temple of ordinary prophecies
Coffee grounds like black diviner’s sand
Messages from the dead burned into toast

My grandmother’s hands emerge from steam
Weaving histories into my cup, while outside
Bougainvillaea bleeds its crimson alphabet
Across windows thin as memory’s skin

In the toaster’s chrome, faces ripple:
Great-aunts with eyes of burning coal,
Cousins carrying unborn stars in their teeth,
Children who might bloom from my bones.

Their reflections overlap like hungry ghosts,
All pressing against morning’s fragile glass.
The kettle screams with a thousand voices—
Every cup of tea ever poured flowing backwards

Through time’s copper throat. Even Jung himself
Pauses mid-bite, startled by its prophecy.
A tui splits the sky’s yolk with her song,
Harmonising with languages lost when

Eden’s gates swung shut. Her notes scatter
Like black pearls across my breakfast plate.
Time pools honey-thick in this hour
Between dreaming and day, sweet

With the marrow of memory. My spoon
Stirs ripples in the universe’s coffee cup.
The morning news bleeds through dimensions—
Every headline ever printed rising like smoke

From my coffee: wars, loves, births, extinctions
Spiral into one eternal moment of toast and tea.
Through the window, the bougainvillea
Drops petals red as birth-blood, each one

Carrying messages from the collective heart—
Semaphores from gardens of remembered light.
Watch now—as my ancestors lean in, hungry
For one more taste of morning, their shadows

Drinking light from my cup. Even the sugar bowl
Holds crystals of compressed eternities.
In this kitchen, we are all time travellers,
Breaking bread with our unborn children,

While the dead pour tea with trembling hands
And tomorrow whispers in our marrow.
Tell me then, you who breakfast alone,
Do you see them in your morning mirror—

All the faces time has worn and will wear,
Gathering like moths around your light?
Here at dawn’s clean slate,
Where every breakfast is the last breakfast,

And also the first, we drink our coffee
Black as memory, sweet as prophecy,
While Jung smiles from the doorway,
Knowing that eternity was always this:

A kitchen full of ghosts at morning,
Passing cream across time’s borders.
 
By Stephen Francis Hollins

11/October 2025

Breakfast with Jung

💫 Opening a Path (Nobody Is Left Behind) 💫 is an instrumental journey that merges heart-tearing violins with ethereal, wordless vocals and powerful modern percussion. The result is an otherworldly soundscape — a dialogue between classical passion and contemporary power. 

Each crescendo rises like a wave of awakening, carrying both hope and danger, guiding the listener toward light and unity. 

A breathtaking fusion of the timeless and the modern, it feels like a path unfolding — where no one is left behind.

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✨ On my journey of remembrance and awakening, my Soul began to whisper wisdom as poems. I am a poet of the Heart and the unseen — weaving words into soundscapes born of AI, to sink deeper and reach further. Each track is an original poem braided with music, a living offering of vibration and emotion.

✨I believe soulful art, especially music, can elevate consciousness, awaken the noble essence within, and help weave the fabric of a New Earth — a world where love wears many names and unity blossoms through diversity. This is the path I walk: a path of spirit, beauty, and delight.

✨My creations are more than songs. They are rituals of remembrance, transmissions of healing, and journeys through shadow into light. Inspired by raw emotions, archetypes, and the currents of the beyond, they open portals where Earth and Heaven, matter and spirit, meet in embrace. They are songs of life, beauty, and joy — the bloodline of the New Earth.

💫 If you are a seeker of your Essence, a weaver of dreams, and a lover of Life — you are home.

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