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Cool Pop Songs #12

This Ain't No Love Song (Acoustic Version)

Lonely Little Thing station

Music & Lyrics: Ντίνος Τσιπουρίδης, Joy, Οδυσσέας Ελιάκης

Έπαιξαν οι μουσικοί  Ειρήνη Μακροπούλου, Ιάσων Λεοντόπουλος, Οδυσσέας Ελιάκης

Sunday Unplugged

Fractured Reflection

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

Right Where I Want To Be

Quiet Blue

Lonely Little Thing

Nothing Something

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

This one’s a departure from my usual sound — acoustic and stripped down. No heavy production, just raw emotion, melody, and words that came straight from the heart. I co-produced it too, which made it even more personal.
It’s not a love song. It’s a confession. And maybe, something you’ll relate to.

GOLD THUMB

PRISON BREAK

Sometimes the wind starts calling your name. You think you have to go.
Let’s not pretend you’ve not felt that way.
You’ve always run, you always leave, it’s always been okay.
Deep down inside, you’ve fought it, you’ve tried, but you know you have to stay. 

You hear a voice you might not recognize. You hear what it has to say.
Walking is easy, that’s no surprise.
You’ve always run, that’s been your style. Just get up, walk away.
Deep down inside, you’ve fought it, you’ve tried, but you know you have to stay.

Maybe it’s time. You always knew that one day it would end.
I know you’re trying -  this goes against the grain.
Trust me, I know. You wanna go.
Trust me, I know you wanna go away.
I think you’ve figured out, this time it’s time to stay. 

Just move along, never stay in one place. That’s always been your way.
You’d make believe, but you’d never come thru. 
You’ve always run, never stay put.     That’s been the game you’d play.
Deep down inside, you’ve fought it, you’ve tried, but you know you have   to stay.

Maybe it’s time. You always knew that one day it would end.
I know you’re trying -  this goes against the grain.
Trust me, I know. You wanna go.
Trust me, I know you wanna go away.
I think you’ve figured out, this time it’s time to stay. 


Maybe It’s Time

Dive into the hauntingly beautiful world of "The Ink Never Dried," a Southern Blues Metal masterpiece that blends the raw emotion of blues with the powerful intensity of metal. This track tells a story of unspoken words and unresolved emotions, capturing the essence of letters written but never sent. With soulful slide guitar melodies, gritty vocals, and a haunting blues melody, this song takes you on a journey through melancholy and resilience. Perfect for those who appreciate a mix of deep lyrical themes and powerful musical expression.

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Tauche ein in die faszinierend schöne Welt von "The Ink Never Dried", einem Meisterwerk aus Southern Blues Metal, das die rohe Emotionalität des Blues mit der kraftvollen Intensität des Metal verbindet. Dieser Track erzählt eine Geschichte von unausgesprochenen Worten und ungelösten Gefühlen und fängt das Wesen von Briefen ein, die geschrieben, aber nie abgeschickt wurden. Mit seelenvollen Slide-Gitarren-Melodien, rauen Vocals und einer eindringlichen Bluesmelodie nimmt dich dieses Lied mit auf eine Reise durch Melancholie und Widerstandsfähigkeit. Perfekt für alle, die eine Mischung aus tiefgründigen Texten und kraftvollem musikalischem Ausdruck schätzen.

The Ink Never Dried

A Final Dance

Hot night. A quiet float into memory, distance, and time that no longer flows.
"Twenty-Two Dreams" is a nocturnal dream-loop — minimal, melancholic, and soulfull. Written in the heat of a sleepless night, it traces the soft collapse of waiting, remembering, and endlessly looping back to the one heartbeat question:

“Where are you?”

This is a track for late hours, faded lights, and the space between love and loss.

Twenty Two Dreams

Rage is an energetic instrumental including some clean guitars.

Rage

Dark R&B/R&B

Let’s let our souls express themselves 🌘

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