He crosses the bridge — I see his breath
The sun is out, but warmth has left
He looks left, the café blinks
She might have sat there — he still thinks

He won’t admit it, but I know
He hoped she'd be there, in the glow
Counting coins, a single drink
Milka in her coat — lilac ink

He walks alone
She echoes back
No one can hear
But I feel the crack

He turns where the houses bend
To that small flat — the story’s end
He slows down at her old door
Remembers things he's not sure for

She lived on dreams, on saving light
And left without a proper fight
He kissed her once, near rusted stone
Then watched her leave — still half at home

He walks alone
She echoes back
No one can hear
But I feel the crack

Even the brightest view
Means nothing without who
Even a world so wide
Feels smaller when hearts divide

The truth he won’t say, but I see it clear:
Even paradise means nothing…
if she isn’t near.

But a bench in the rain,
with the right one beside —
That’s where the whole world
forgets how to hide.

The Bench in the Rain

🔥 Groove meets soul — where the harmonica sings and the bassline walks.
“Set Me Loose” is a euphoric Groove House anthem with a twist:
90s piano stabs, funky basslines, and shimmering pads collide with the raw energy of a bluesy harmonica.

Anthemic female vocals soar through the rhythm as hypnotic melodies bend and breathe like silver wind.
This is where the club gets a heartbeat — and the night sways with groove and grit.

🎹 Groove House / 90s Piano House / Harmonica Fusion
🎶 Funky bass, soulful hooks, and hypnotic harmonica bends
🌃 For rooftop parties, barefoot dancefloors, and nights that never want to end

Blow it higher…
Let it bend… let it roll…
That groove in the reeds, it’s takin’ control…

Set me loose — just for tonight,
Harmonica breeze — in silver light.
Set me loose — I hear the sound,
Slide through the heat — can’t hold me down.

That bluesy bend, it cuts the air,
A golden echo everywhere.
Bassline walks, and keys cascade —
That little harp? It’s how dreams are made.

Uuuuuuuh — let it shimmer…
Aaaaaaaah — sweet note glimmer…
Breathe it in… let it spin…

Set me loose — just for tonight,
With a harmonica flame and moonlight tight.
Take me there — where the wild winds sing,
Dance me free — let the silver notes ring.

Harmonica House

“Vinho do Porto (Dance)” blends euphoric piano house with the soul of Fado, the swing of the Portuguese guitar, and surprise twists of dub echo and drum & bass.

Born from one sip of vinho and a moment that never left.

From the sunlit terraces of the Douro to the late-night clubs, this is for everyone who danced... and then had to say goodbye.

Instruments: Piano, Portuguese Guitar, Accordion, Cavaquinho, Dub FX, Breakbeats
Style: Euphoric House × Folk × Dub × DnB
Key Emotion: Saudade
Hook Melody: A–C–E–D–C–A–G–E
Lyrics: “Ooooooh — Vinho do Porto — Better than Bordeaux…”

🧡 Dedicated to anyone who fell in love with a city, a person, or a glass too deep.

LYRICS:

Whispers in the rhythm, lights begin to bend,  
Lost inside the moment — don’t know where it ends.  
Velvet skies and vinyl dreams,  
Play me soft in broken beams...

Ooooooh —  
Vinho do Porto —  
Better than Bordeaux.  
Dance me dizzy, don’t say no,  
Spin me slow, then let me go,  
But kiss me first — before the flow.

I played with time, I played with fire,  
Smiling lips, but deep desire.  
Cavaquinho laughing in my hand,  
I thought I’d stay — I couldn’t stand.

You pulled the strings, I spun in lace,  
My heart outpaced the four-on-face.  
Then silence fell... you slipped the beat —  
A dubby echo at my feet.

Portuguese guitar in waves of delay,  
Melancholy bends that drift away.  
Accordion breathes like a ghost in the sun,  
This is not over — it’s only begun...

Tick-tick—CRASH! The tempo flies,  
Bombo slams and the night ignites.  
Your name is inked in broken sound,  
But I still dance, not breaking down.

Rush me...  
Gently...  
Cavaquinho, cry for me...  
I’m gone… but never free...

Vinho do Porto (Dance)

A sun-soaked, story-driven electropop escape through the quirks and chaos of Chile.

Kissed a Carabinera.
Dodged fruit carts in Copiapó.
Shared stage lights with sleepy emos in Osorno.
And still had time for a fake proposal in Chillán.

This isn’t just a travel diary — it’s a musical postcard soaked in groove, mischief, and absurd charm.
🎶 Catchy hooks.
💃 Latin flair.
😎 One clueless tourist with too much confidence.

From Norte Chico to the heart of Santiago —
Chile, I’m yours… but I’ve gotta run.

LYRICS:

🌞 Hello Sunny Santiago Sun
Kissed a Carabinera — now I’m on the run.
She said “Señor, that’s not allowed!”
But I just smiled… got lost in the crowd.

Dropped some coins for a band in Concepción —
They refused to play reggaetón.
Got proposed to twice in Chillán —
Both said, “Relax, it’s just for Instagram.”

Made a fuss in the streets of Caleras —
Now my face is on signs that embarrass.
Tried to flirt in the sun in Calama —
Passed out flat in my cheap pajama.

Took it slow with a busted banjo — in Copiapó
Said “let it go” in the afterglow — in Curicó
Shared a show with a sleepy emo — in Osorno
Yelled “no!” while dodging snow — in Chiloé

Brought the drama with my ex’s mama — in Calama
Lost all flow in a fruit cart row — in Copiapó
Found my glow with a tourist bro — in Curicó
Got too low singing soft and slow — in Chiloé

Maps don’t help when you kiss like that.
Chile’s long — and your smile’s a trap.
From Norte Chico to Santiago’s heat,
My brain took off… on barefoot feet.

🌞 Hello Sunny Santiago Sun
Kissed a Carabinera — now I’m on the run.
She had the handcuffs — I had the charm.
I haven’t heard any alarm.

🌞 Hello Sunny Santiago Sun
This trip was dumb — but god, it was fun.
She said “You again?” — I played it cool, hun…
Chile, I’m yours… but I’ve gotta run.

Hello Sunny Santiago Sun

Groovy piano house – smooth, surreal, with soft group humming, jazzy piano solos, and dreamy late-night vibes, Lyrics are playful, poetic, and full of absurd 3 a, m, questions, Gentle 90s-style house groove with expressive piano and mellow rhythm

🎹 Genre: Groovy Piano House / Dreamy 90s House / Surreal Electro-Pop
Vibe: Smooth, surreal, late-night, poetic, quirky

A smooth and surreal groovy piano house track with soft group humming, jazzy piano solos, and dreamy late-night vibes.
Playful, poetic lyrics full of insomnia thoughts and absurd 3 a.m. questions.
Gentle 90s-style house rhythm with expressive melodies and hypnotic flow.
This is a love letter to the strange beauty of being awake when the world is asleep.

Lyrics: 

Tick… tick… tick…
It’s 3:00 a.m. again.
No sheep. No sleep.
Just me and my brain.
Thinking weird again.

Wide awake like a disco ghost,
Eyes on the ceiling, I miss my toast.
Thought I saw a cloud shaped like a shoe —
Now I’m wondering… how worms say “I do”?

Lost my mind in a midnight spill,
Google asked me if I need a quill.
Sudden urge to change my will —
And hey...
Is there a papermill in Chile still?

Dreams got stuck on a hamster wheel,
Brain’s doing laps like a restless eel.
What’s the tax rate on a daffodil?
Tell me now or never will.
Am I the egg, or just the shell?

Three a.m. revelations…
A sudden fear that ducks might judge me.
What if my toaster is in love with the kettle?

What if… I am… the kettle?

Found a sock in the microwave,
Tried to blink myself into a cave.
Did I ever pay that parking fine?
Wait — did Plato like red wine?

Should I text my ex about frogs?
Did Napoleon ever pet some dogs?
Where's my birth cert — where’d it go?
Is my fridge light part of a show?

Who prints dreams on a nightly bill?
Why’s my brain such a rebel still?
Do worms have free will?
Are they monogamous or just chill?
Need a love doc — call Dr. Phil.

Do pigeons pay an airspace bill?
Or sleep in boots on windowsill?
Why can’t I just be still?
At least I’ve got time to chill —
And write this song about nothin’ real.

Zzzzz…
...Is there a papermill in Chile still?

3 A.M. Groove

🔊 CANCEL THAT COCONUT! — A Soul-Riot Groove Anthem
A high-voltage fusion of groove house, drum & bass, dub, and soul protest.
It starts slow — hypnotic pads, jazzy chords, soft bitterness.
Then it explodes: chopped basslines, breakbeats, and a female soul voice SCREAMING:
“CANCEL THAT COCONUT!”

This is not just a drop — it’s a meltdown.
A man watching TV, seething with envy, rage, repression.
Joy is his enemy.
Touch is a crime.
And the chorus is a riot: short, loud, burning with irony.

The “hmm hmm hmm hmm” loop becomes a war chant.
Vocal chops — “glow,” “cancel,” “baby” — stab through the mix.
It’s sexy. It’s sad. It’s screaming.
It’s what happens when desire meets control on the dancefloor.

Lyrics:

He turns on the screen.
And there it is.
Joy.
Love.
Touch.
Too much.

She dances free.
He bites his lip.
She says “baby.”
He takes a sip.

They kiss on camera.
He sees the sin.
She lets love out —
He locks it in.

🎤 CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
TOO MUCH GLOW!
CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
HE SAYS NO!
CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
KILL THAT HEAT!
CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
DELETE DELETE!

She laughs too loud.
He files a claim.
She drops it low.
He screams her name.

He’s cold.
She’s warm.
He’s rules.
She’s storm.

She wants the beat.
He wants control.
She hums “hmm hmm…”
He blocks the soul.

🎤 CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
STOP THAT DRUM!
CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
TOO MUCH FUN!
CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
BLOCK THAT BASS!
CANCEL THAT COCONUT!
SHOW NO FACE!

She glows.
He breaks.
She moves.
He fakes.
She loves.
He files.

The music played.
The night moved on.
He pressed report.
But she was gone.

Cancel that coconut.
Cancel the fire.
But babe…
You can’t cancel desire.

Cancel That Coconut!

🍷 Track Title: This Wine Is Mine
🎧 Groove House × Soul × Piano House
🟣 Summer evening elegance • Joyful intoxication • Intimate groove

A velvet groove for slow sunsets and deep pours.
"This Wine Is Mine" blends soulful house with jazzy elegance and sensual storytelling — a toast to the nights that linger, the lips that linger longer, and the wine that always knows what to say.

✨ Lyrically rich and rhythmically smooth, it’s the soundtrack for that moment when the glass is half-full, your heart is half-drunk, and everything feels just right.

🍇 Think:

Late July breeze

Hints of oak and dark fruit

A chorus of crickets, clinks, and cheeky “hmm hmm hmm…”

Raise your glass.
Sway slow.
Because this groove doesn’t shout — it seduces.

🥂 This wine is mine... (echoes: “mine… mine… miiiiiine…”)

Lyrics: 

You roll like velvet on my lips,
Dark fruit and promise in your hips.
Soft bouquet, a smoky tease —
You bring the world down to its knees.

Hints of oak and late July,
You taste like jazz and lullaby.
One glass in, I start to sway —
You slow the night in the sweetest way.

You don’t rush, you don’t shout,
Just a whisper with no doubt.
You know how to bloom in time —
So rich, so round, so fine...

(Lift your glass and don’t decline…)
This wine is mine.
(echo: “mine… mine… miiiiiine…”)

🎵 hmm hmm hmm... oh yeah...
🎵 hmm hmm hmm... divine...

Not too bitter, never loud,
You walk soft but make me proud.
The stars lean in, the crickets cheer —
I taste your truth when you appear.

To the nights we forget,
To the secrets we keep...
To the stories we pour,
And the love we sip deep...

(Raise it slow, let it shine…)
This wine is mine.
*(echo: “mine… mine…”)
(crowd hums fade in)
🎵 hmm hmm hmm... all mine...
🎵 hmm hmm hmm... last time...

(Crowd fades into hums and light laughter)
🎵 hmm hmm hmm... sweet like sin...
🎵 hmm hmm hmm... let’s begin......

This Wine Is Mine

🌀 Genre: Groove House × Piano House × Balkan Soul

💔 A breakup. A bottle. A Balkan groove.

"Rakija for the Heart" is a soulful house anthem for anyone who's ever cried in the kitchen — then turned the music up and danced anyway. Mixing deep piano chords, chopped accordion stabs, and frula melodies that echo like old love letters, this track blends Balkan nostalgia with club-ready energy.

🍷 It’s for sleepless nights and one-sided toasts.
🥄 For half-warm chairs and full glasses.
🎶 For painting over memories — and pressing play again.

Three cures in Serbia:
Sleep. Soup. And rakija.
Guess which one she picked?

🔊 Let the groove heal you.
🎵 Let the frula cry for you.
🔥 Let the Balkan heart beat through every bassline.

Lyrics:

He said goodbye — like it meant nothing
Left behind my soup still bubbling
One spoon, one cup, a half-warm chair
And a scent of him still in the air

Mama said, “It’s not the end”
Then poured me shots and called a friend
She played the frula, just one note
And I danced alone in her old coat

Rakija for the heart — ooh, it burns just right
For sleepless love and long goodnights
For sore throat lies and fresh regrets
And painting walls you both forget 🎶

Rakija for the soul — pour, don't think
Fix a heartbreak in one pink drink
Accordion’s playing, I press restart…
🎵 Frula’s crying — and so’s my heart 🎶

I kissed his photo, cleaned the floor
Hung his shirt behind the door
Took off the ring, then kept the tea
He left — but he didn't take me

“Three cures in Serbia:
Sleep… soup… and rakija.
Guess which one I picked.”

Rakija for the heart — oh, sip it slow
For every “maybe,” every “no”
It stings, it sings, it sets you free
And plays your pain in minor key 🎶

Rakija for the soul — raise your glass
For all the love that couldn’t last
With every frula note I dance apart…
But girl, I still got my Balkan heart 🎶

Rakija for the Heart

🎧 Miner in My Blood
🌀 Groove House × Piano House × Soul × Dub × Drum & Bass
🎤 Strong Soulful Female Vocal + Melodic Background Humming
💃 Mood: Sensual • Groovy • Hypnotically Obsessed (but in control)
🎛️ BPM Flow: 124 → 85 → 174

“Mmm-mm-mm… oh-ohh-ohh… la-la-la… mmm-mmm…”
He’s still in my blood — and I still dance to it.

You didn’t knock — you tunneled in.
Past every wall. Beneath the beat.
This isn’t heartbreak — it’s a groove possession.
A rhythm that rewrote her pulse and never left.

✨ Expect:
– Lush piano stabs + deep house basslines
– Dub echoes & soulful breakdowns
– Tempo switch-ups that mirror obsession
– Melodic humming that lingers like perfume
– Drum and bass finale that burns with memory

🌀 She's not desperate — she's haunted by the groove.
🌀 He was a miner… and her heart was the mine.
🌀 And when the drop hits — he wins again.

“Miner in My Blood” is for the ones who thought they forgot…
Until the bass said otherwise.

🎶 Press play. Let him in. Dance it out.

Lyrics:

“Mmm-mm-mm… oh-ohh-ohh… la-la-la… mmm-mmm…”

🎙️ He’s still in my blood… and I still dance to it.

You didn’t knock — you tunneled in
Past every wall, beneath my skin
Didn’t fall, I let you slide
Down deep where I don’t let love reside

I’m usually sharp, I know the game
But you — you wrote your name in flame
No begging, no drama, no push or shove
Just groove, and charm, and too much love

Heartbeat shakes in 4/4 time
Still feel you rising through my spine
I tried to block it, tried to run
But you’re the rhythm in my blood — and you won

You’re the miner in my blood, babe
Still digging with that velvet blade
Took the beat and made it yours
Now every groove opens hidden doors
Ooooh — can’t fake what I become
When the bass drops — and you hum
(echo: hum… hum… hum…)
Miner in my blood…

I wear your echo like perfume
Twist my hips in an empty room
It ain’t sadness — it’s design
You rewrote my pulse, then left the sign

You didn’t ask, but now you own
The vinyl cracks in every tone
Tried to cure it with the next night out —
But no one drills me like your doubt

🎙️ Is this groove — or is it witchcraft?
🎙️ Is it love — or just a perfect trap?
🎙️ He’s gone — but I still hum.
🎙️ Guess he won.

“Minerrrr… in my blooooood…”

You're the miner in my blood, love
Still dancing through my veins above
You cracked my codes with rhythm games
Now every drop whispers your name
Oooooh, I breathe you when I move
You’re the miner in my groove

Miner in My Blood

🪞 Mirror for Love – A groove house confession in 4/4 heartbreak.

🎧 Genre: Groove House × Piano House
🎙️ Vocals: Soulful female lead
🎹 Style: Melodic • Swingful • Uplifting • Emotional Groove
🎵 BPM: 124
🔊 Sound Highlights: Funky piano stabs, warm basslines, catchy melodic hook, filtered synth drops, rhythmic claps, swing rhythm

Ever shouted “I love you” into the void and got ghosted by gravity?
Welcome to Mirror for Love — a groovy epiphany for every soul who thought their heart was a boomerang.

This track is a melodic slap to the myth of one-way affection.
No drama. No begging. Just facts wrapped in funk.

💔 One-sided feelings? That’s emotional dependency with a better playlist.
🪩 Real love? It grooves back.

Expect:
– Lyrics that smile while letting go
– A bassline warm enough to move on
– Piano chords that groove through grief
– And a chorus short enough to haunt your mirror.

🎶 Refrain highlight:
“Mirror for love — no echo, no flame.”

Let it swing. Let it sting. Let it set you free on the dancefloor.

Lyrics:

I gave my heart to a shadow name
Spoke to walls that never came
Watched the sky for signs of light
But stars don’t shine from just one side

You can whisper in a canyon deep
But love won’t grow if it’s asleep
Call it dream, or call it fight
But love’s no echo in the night

Mirror for love
No echo, no flame
One-way’s not enough
Just tears in a frame

Mirror for love
No rhythm, no spark
One-way's not love
Just light in the dark

Wrote your name on morning glass
Watched it fade like every past
Smiled alone and played pretend
But love don’t live where roads don’t bend

I gave and gave, but never found
Your heart was just a background sound
So I danced out of the static ache
Time to groove, time to wake

Mirror for love
No echo, no flame
One-way’s not enough
Just tears in a frame

Mirror for love
No rhythm, no spark
One-way's not love
Just light in the dark

Mirror for love
No answer, no flame
One-way’s not love
Just dancing in vain

Mirror For Love

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