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TITLE:  CIVILITY'S EDGE
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
You brought me roses they wilted in the vase
A thousand petals but none could erase
The cracks in the floor where we used to dance
Ongoing lack of appropriate affection made even small, good times erased.

(Pre-chorus)
You said it softly like a secret you meant
But the words fell flat like a letter unsent

(Chorus)
Forgiveness
Sure, but it stops right here
Civility's edge is sharp and clear
No gifts can patch what's gone
My dear
I’ll smile
I’ll nod but I’ll keep you near the rear

(Verse 2)
The clock on the wall ticks loud in the dark
A metronome counting where we fell apart
Your shadows stretch but they don’t leave a mark
You left me starkly in the dark.

(Pre-chorus)
You handed me a ribbon
A bow on a lie
But the package was empty
No reason to try

(Chorus)
Forgiveness
Sure, but it stops right here
Civility's edge is sharp and clear
No gifts can patch what's gone
My dear
I’ll smile
I’ll nod but I’ll keep you near the rear

Love Ends When Hearts Offend

Civility's Edge

Pride promises freedom but delivers heartache. Proverbs 17:18-21 exposes how arrogance, stubbornness, and reckless decisions ripple far beyond the individual; they wound families, fracture relationships, and leave sorrow in their wake. Folly is never private; it burdens those who love us most and blinds the heart to wisdom’s warnings. These verses remind us that pride is not merely a flaw to overlook, but a path that inevitably leads to grief. God calls His people to a better way—the humble road where teachability replaces stubbornness and wisdom guards the heart from choices that bring regret.


The Heartache of Pride and Folly - Proverbs 17:18-21

*Queen - ATC 100, DEF 80
She fights by controlling her own functions.

＜＜Come to me＞＞

♥︎ Check * Plead

* Asgore -- 40 ATK / 50 DEF
* Former king of monsters, still praised by some.
* Wants what's best for his people.

* Thorns grow and recoil around you at Asgore's command.

* Magic Missile (5 MP)
* Recover (10 MP)
♥︎ Pacify (4 MP)

* Merci cast Pacify.
* Asgore's PITY will now increase faster.

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(Additional credit: inspired by the track King Vermillion from Swapfell: I Hate You)

14. Phantom Limb

* Heh...
* Looks like I'm lost, huh.
* Seriously, I don't... know where I'm going like this.
* Hell, I don't even know WHERE I am but...
* You look like someone with a good sense of direction.
* So, can you lead the way, for me?

Volume Four - 13 - Found You!

So recently my 2 youngest sisters (ages 16 and 14) went back home to live with our older sister cause they were struggling a lot with the new adjustment of living with me the past year so this song shares the pain they were experiencing.

Sisters Lost and Found

A cosmic bluegrass lullaby — whispered like a secret in the dark. Soft fiddle, trembling harmonies, and a lonely theremin shimmer drift through a night where memory feels more real than touch. For anyone who’s ever loved a ghost and learned to let go.

Caress of the Wind

drifting away / floating apart

“Late in the Leaving” drifts through the quiet spaces where love once lived—lamps flickering low, coats still hanging, and rooms holding echoes that haven’t caught up with the goodbye. It’s a reflection on the small signs that linger after someone’s gone, the hush in familiar streets, the footsteps that never quite return. The song moves through memory like a slow walk through an empty hallway, capturing that tender ache between holding on and finally letting go. It’s about the kind of parting that doesn’t slam the door but settles softly, leaving warmth and longing behind.

„Late in the Leaving“ bewegt sich durch die stillen Orte, an denen Liebe einst zuhause war—eine flackernde Lampe, ein Mantel an der Wand, Räume voller Echos, die das Abschiednehmen noch nicht begreifen. Es geht um all die kleinen Zeichen, die bleiben, wenn jemand gegangen ist, um die Ruhe in vertrauten Straßen, um Schritte, die man nie wieder hört. Der Song wandert wie ein langsamer Gang durch einen leeren Flur und fängt dieses zarte Ziehen ein, das zwischen Festhalten und Loslassen liegt. Es ist ein Abschied, der nicht laut fällt, sondern sanft—und eine Wärme hinterlässt, die bleibt.

Late in the Leaving

The lamp in the hallway is flickering slow
Like it’s tired of shining for folks who don’t show
And your coat’s still hung by the grandfather clock
Like it’s timing the moment you turn back the lock

There’s toast in the toaster that never came down
There’s a map on the wall with no one in town
The street’s got a hush like it knows what I know
That love sometimes lingers too long in the snow

It’s late in the leaving, but you’re gone all the same
Your scent’s in the curtain, your voice in the frame
And I’m counting the footsteps that won’t ever come
It’s late in the leaving, but the leaving is done

You don’t need a storm when the silence can shout
And you don’t slam the door when the soul’s walking out

Yeah, it’s late in the leaving, and I’m stuck in between
The pages we tore and the silence they mean
I’m chasing a shadow that once held the sun
It’s late in the leaving—but the leaving is done


Late in the Leaving

A blue-lit blend of acoustic warmth and electronic shimmer, “Sapphire Tears” is Kissin’ Tell at their most intimate and cinematic. The track starts soft—just guitar and breath—then rises into a glowing dance-pop release as heartbreak transforms into something luminous. It’s a song about resilience, reflection, and that moment when pain turns into patterned light. Part ballad, part club pulse, and fully girl power.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Blue lights shine on my window pane  
Your echo in my ear  
I breathe your name, it fades away  
But still, the sky feels near  

[Pre-Chorus] 
Pain turns into patterned light,
Pulse resets, I rise in white.

[Chorus] 
Sapphire tears, they fall like thunder,
Lighting up the dark we made.
Every cry a gem of wonder,
Every scar a blade.
Don’t you see these crystal lines,
Shining strong through fear—
I burn alive inside my sapphire tears. 

[Verse 2]
Cold glass here where your shadow stays  
Heart hums in broken grain 
Turn heartbreak loud and let it blaze 
The rhythm blooms again

[Pre-Chorus] 
My strength grows from every break 
Each cut shows what I can take  

[Chorus]  
Sapphire tears, they fall like thunder,
Lighting up the dark we made.
Every cry a gem of wonder,
Every scar a blade.
Fear dissolves when truth appears—
I’m alive in my sapphire tears.

[Bridge]  
Midnight shimmer on my skin,
Blue waves rising from within.
Hold my breath — then let it fly,
I fall, I bloom, I electrify.
 
[Final Chorus] 
Sapphire tears, we rise electric,
Three hearts burning through the fight.
Dance on glass, it feels ecstatic,
Glowing cobalt in the night.
Cry no more, the way is clear —
We live, we love, through sapphire tears.

Sapphire Tears

Exile becomes a wound that breathes: slow trembling strings, distant echoes, and the aching sense of separation. Juliet feels every step of his absence.

“Juliet in You” is a chamber opera in twelve scenes inspired by the eternal tragedy of Romeo and Juliet — not as a retelling, but as an inner journey. This album is not about Verona. It is about the Juliet that lives inside every soul that dares to love.

From the sleeping city to the garden after rain, this work follows the fragile path of love, sacrifice, loss, and quiet rebirth. Minimalist neoclassical textures, ambient shadows, whisper-vocals, and cinematic silence weave together a living трагедия of the heart.

This is not a story you listen to.
This is a story you feel happening inside you.

Juliet in You

Romeo in Exile

This Old Heart drifts through the places where memories refuse to fade — quiet rooms, familiar streets, the echo of a voice that still lingers in the corners of everyday life. It follows a heart that’s been bruised but never fully broken, a heart that still stutters when the past brushes by. With warmth, grit, and a touch of nostalgia, the song captures that bittersweet pull between moving on and holding on, letting the listener sink into a story that feels both intimate and universal.

This Old Heart wandert durch all die Orte, an denen Erinnerungen einfach nicht verschwinden wollen — stille Räume, vertraute Straßen und der Nachhall einer Stimme, die immer noch irgendwo zwischen den Tagen lebt. Es erzählt von einem Herzen, das Narben trägt, aber nicht aufhört zu schlagen, einem Herzen, das immer noch stolpert, wenn die Vergangenheit vorbeistreift. Mit Wärme, rauer Ehrlichkeit und einem Hauch Nostalgie zieht der Song hinein in diese zarte Spannung zwischen Loslassen und Festhalten — und fühlt sich dabei zugleich persönlich und zeitlos an.

This Old Heart

The heater clicks, the floorboards creak
Same song, same loop, third time this week
I wrote you notes I never send
They start with “Hey,” and never end

The fridge hums low, your wine’s still there
Dust like snow on the second chair
Your record’s skipping on track three
The one you played when you first kissed me

This old heart still makes a sound
In quiet rooms, when you’re not around
It don’t break clean, it stutters and shakes
It still believes in past mistakes
Yeah, this old heart still calls your name

The cafe’s gone, just boards and dust
But I still stop there out of trust
Like some part hopes you’re waiting still
Black coat, leather boots, and time to kill

This old heart still makes a sound
When your ghost walks through this town
It don’t beg, it don’t cry
Just plays your voice in lullabies
Yeah, this old heart still calls your name

I’ve tried new streets, new shoes, new bars
But nothing fits where the bruises are

The past don’t end
It just turns its face

This old heart still makes a sound
When autumn leaves start spinning down
It don’t forget, it don’t forgive
It just keeps learning how to live
Yeah, this old heart… still calls your name


This Old Heart

014. Heartbreak

https://t.me/ihavenocure

nocure - как раньше (prod. by swertyside, heartache)
текст: 
Однажды будет все как раньше 
Но не стану обещать 
В моих глазах все иначе 
Стало тяжело соврать 
Она ждет от меня слова, но я не могу дышать 
И мне тяжело признать это но похоже опять 

Сердце рвет мне грудь - я держу стены, как мне спать ?
Пепел наших разговоров в бронхах - его не достать 
Снова лучший момент в жизни снится но это кошмар 
Завтра будет точно лучше но я могу опоздать


Знаю все предписано и это мне не описать 
Снова пишу трек что должен для них что то означать  
Мои глаза говорят о многом я могу молчать 
Они смотрят на меня так косо но мне наплевать 

Dive прямо в темноту, я тебя заберу 
Watch me я ща взлечу 
Ты самый вредный (?) 
Dive прямо в темноту, я тебя заберу 
Watch me я ща взлечу 
Ты самый вредный (?)

Сердце рвет мне грудь - я держу стены, как мне спать ?
Пепел наших разговоров в бронхах - его не достать 
Снова лучший момент в жизни снится но это кошмар 
Завтра будет точно лучше но я могу опоздать

nocure - как раньше (prod. by swertyside, heartache)

When people tell you who they are, believe them; otherwise you'll have your own story to tell

Exactly Who They Are

A father’s cry to his wandering son.  
A heart split open, echoing the Father’s heart when we walk away.

This is the prodigal story turned inside out, sung from the porch at 3 a.m., voice cracked, guitar barely whispering, every silence aching. One man, one old guitar, one plea:  
“Come back to me, my boy… my heart is broken until you’re home.”

If you’ve ever waited for someone you love to come to their senses…  
if you’ve ever been the one who walked away…  
if you’ve ever felt heaven itself holding its breath…  
this song is for you.

℗ © 2025 Vintage Thinker Records. All rights reserved.

My Heart is Broken

Unter der Laterne drifts through the glow of a place that once meant everything — a street corner where young love felt fearless, sweet, and a little bit unreal. It’s a quiet walk back into a summer that refuses to fade, filled with small details that suddenly matter again: warm pavement, borrowed shirts, shared secrets, and the electric feeling of a first touch. The song holds on to the magic and the ache of remembering someone so clearly that even years later the air feels the same, the light looks the same, and the heart still pauses under that lamppost where everything began.

Unter der Laterne wandert durch das weiche Licht eines Ortes, der einmal die ganze Welt bedeutete — eine Straßenecke, an der junge Liebe mutig, süß und ein bisschen unwirklich war. Es ist ein leiser Rückweg in einen Sommer, der einfach nicht vergeht, gefüllt mit kleinen Momenten, die plötzlich wieder Gewicht haben: warmes Pflaster, geteilte Geheimnisse, ein Lieblings-T-Shirt, ein Blick, der alles sagte. Der Song hält die Magie und den Schmerz des Erinnerns fest — so deutlich, dass selbst Jahre später die Luft gleich riecht, das Licht gleich fällt und das Herz unter dieser Laterne noch einmal stehen bleibt, genau dort, wo alles begann.

Unter der Laterne

Du hast gesagt:
„Wenn Liebe so ist, will ich mehr davon.“
Der erste Kuss schmeckte nach Zuckerwatte
Und Angst
Die Cola war lauwarm
Wir haben sie trotzdem gefeiert

Wir beide saßen auf dem Bordstein wie Könige

Unter der Laterne such ich dein Gesicht
Hundertausend Sterne
Und ein vertrautes Licht
Der Ort war uns heilig, dir und mir
Lange her
Und echt erstaunlich
Dass ich noch immer im Sommer frier
Genau hier
Unter der Laterne…

Im Spätsommer…
Flimmerte das Pflaster wie Fieber
Wir haben Kippen geteilt wie Geheimnisse
Dein Name auf dem Stromkasten
Mit Edding, für immer
Zuhause lief „Wetten, dass…?“

Wir hatten Besseres vor

Unter der Laterne seh ich dein Gesicht
Hundertausend Sterne
Und ein vertrautes Licht
Dieser Ort war mal heilig, dir und mir
Verdammt lang her
Und echt erstaunlich
Dass ich noch immer im Juli frier
Exakt hier
Unter der Laterne…

Du hast mein Lieblings-T-Shirt behalten
Und ich deinen Blick
Hab gespürt
Das wird weh tun irgendwann…
War wie’n Stich ins Herz

Unter der Laterne schimmert der Asphalt
Hundertausend Sterne
Mir ist noch immer kalt
Schon ewig her
Unter der Laterne
Mit dir

Hier roch es immer nach Grillkohle und großen Gefühlen
Fühlt sich wie gestern an
Nur du erinnerst dich nicht mehr
Schätz ich…


Unter der Laterne

Rearview Night drifts through the quiet hours where memories feel louder than the world outside. It’s a reflective ride through unanswered questions, missed signals, and moments that slipped away before they ever had the chance to become something real. The story moves like a midnight train—steady, low, and full of echoes—capturing the ache of wondering whether a connection was ever more than a fleeting stop on someone else’s journey. With smoky intimacy and raw emotion, it lingers in the space between longing and truth, holding onto the pieces left behind in the fading glow of tail-lights.

Rearview Night bewegt sich durch diese stillen Stunden, in denen Erinnerungen lauter klingen als die Welt draußen. Es ist eine nachdenkliche Fahrt durch unbeantwortete Fragen, verpasste Zeichen und Momente, die verschwanden, bevor sie überhaupt etwas werden konnten. Die Geschichte rollt wie ein Mitternachtszug—gleichmäßig, tief und voller Echos—und fängt den Schmerz ein, wenn man sich fragt, ob eine Verbindung jemals mehr war als nur ein kurzer Halt auf der Reise eines anderen. Mit rauchiger Intimität und roher Emotion verweilt der Song zwischen Sehnsucht und Wahrheit und hält die Bruchstücke fest, die im verblassenden Licht der Rücklichter zurückblieben.

Rearview Night

There’s a train that rolls past midnight
Never stops, just moans through town
And I swear it knows my secrets
It hums low like it’s breaking down

I leave the porch light flickering
Like maybe you’ll find your way
But ghosts don’t knock, they whisper
And then they fade away

Tell me how
You slipped right through the cracks
Like smoke from a cigarette
Like a map with no way back
Tell me now
Was I just a stop on the run
Like a song you half begun
Left fading in your rearview night

I wore your denim jacket
’Til the sleeves gave out at the seams
Still smelled like you in April
And gasoline dreams

I talk to the walls in riddles
They never answer back
But they hold all the echoes
Of a love that jumped the tracks

Tell me how
You slipped right through the cracks
Like smoke from a cigarette
Like a map with no way back
Tell me now
Was I just a stop on the run
Like a song you half begun
Left fading in your rearview night

And I’m not chasing closure
I just want the truth to land
Like a coin on the table
Or your name in my hand

Tell me how
The world keeps turning slow
When everything I knew
Left months ago
Tell me now
Did you look back at all that night
Or vanish like tail-lights
On your midnight freight?


Rearview Night

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

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A Swapfell take by Klazikur_
Inspired by Swapfell: I Hate You and Mortaldigs
Underfell by Vic the Underfella
Underswap by John Underswap
Swapfell by Kkhoppang
All music and art made by Klazikur_ unless noted otherwise

Christ Follower | Songwriter | Bilingual (English/Español)
I write whatever He puts on my heart—for His glory alone.
If it doesn’t point to Jesus, it doesn’t make the cut.
Thank you for listening and walking this journey with me


Seguidor de Cristo | Compositor de canciones | Bilingüe (English/Español)
Escribo lo que Él pone en mi corazón, solo para Su gloria.
Si no señala a Jesús, no se escribe.
Gracias por escuchar y caminar este camino conmigo

-In a world full of bumblebees and wasps, I strive to be a butterfly 🦋 spreading color wherever I go through hope, honesty, love, and light 

-Go through the journey of life, just remember even if you go slow, understand that everyone moves at a different pace

My goal is to make people feel with my music. Singing along to someones song is nice, but feeling the vibrations of the music, the melody, and relating to it, now that, that is something else.:)

I hope you enjoy my music ^-^ Stay beautiful.

Songwriter blurring the lines between country, pop, folk, and whatever else feels honest. Silicon Valley roots, zero Nashville clichés. Think tech-metaphor heartbreak, cowpunk energy, and the sweetness of two good people parting ways. Call it alt.country if you need a label.

New tracks tagged #HEARTACHE