Lyrics, 
Maybe if it ended sooner
I wouldn't feel this way
Maybe if I'd said things differently
You wouldn't look away
Maybe if I sang songs sweeter
You'd still hear me
And I wouldn't have to miss you now
 
Maybe if I just stepped back
You'd have come close
Maybe if I slept at night
I wouldn't hold a dream that froze
Maybe if I timed it better
It be you and me
And I wouldn't have to miss you now
 
The moments that we shared,
For me get intertwined
The things we get to keep,
And the things we leave behind
Don't take everything,
Leave me with a sign
That for a moment we did rhyme
 
Maybe if I’d broke the rules,
You’d know what to say
Maybe if I'd just asked you
You'd say you'd stay
Maybe if I'd grown up faster
You’d be here for me
And I wouldn't have to miss you now
 
The moments that we shared,
For me get intertwined
The things we get to keep
And the things we leave behind
Don't take everything
Leave me with a sign
That for a moment we did rhyme
 
The moments that we shared,
For me get intertwined
The things we get to keep,
And the things we leave behind
Don't take everything,
Leave me with a sign
That for a moment we did rhyme
That for a moment we did rhyme

Things We Leave Behind (Monique Studio)

Figuring life out while the world around is literally burning. A love song with a mellow touch

_exile

An Amazing Thing

She was told not to cry too loud, not to dream too far, not to write her story in song. But every scar became steel, and every silence — a battlefield. This is not a hymn for comfort, nor a prayer for forgiveness. This is the march that needs no drums.

Her voice rises, chainless, naming flames in the darkness that once tried to swallow her. No more blurred lines, no more velvet shame—this is the anthem of drawing the line.

She once carried storms that were not hers, wore apologies like disguises. Now she walks without hush, seeks no careful applause. Her scars confess, her fire does not ask permission. The old myths, the old silences, are shattered on the road behind her.

I am not your muse.
Not your redemption.
I am the cost of every time you said "Not now."
This is my march.
This is my name—
and I will not extinguish again.

If you hear thunder in the quiet,
if you feel heat where there should be none—
listen closer.

March Without Drums

FreeMan demo

She’s searched for you in the rain-soaked streets of Amsterdam, behind the fogged windows of Prague, in the salt air of Lisbon and the neon hush of Berlin.
Sometimes you answered to Daniel Gray, sometimes to Hope, sometimes only to a memory she could not name.

Each city, each bed, each passing flame—she built you from shadows and ache, stitched your myth from poems scrawled on receipts and half-drunk promises.
She called you Truth, Lie, One More Try… and lost you, every time, all the same.

"I’ve loved you under different names," she whispers, glass raised in dim-lit silence, laughter catching on the edge of regret.
Tonight, she toasts not to the faces that vanished with the morning train, but to the echo that remains—
Love, with no last name.

#IveLovedYouUnderDifferentNames #SanaABova #WanderingBallad #LostAndFound #CityOfGhosts

I’ve Loved You Under Different Names

He was always a promise signed in lipstick and left on the mirror, a name in the skyline, a hope that sparkled just a little too far to touch. She climbed every ladder he mapped in smoke—gave up sleep, love, and all the softer versions of herself, just to find his voicemail waiting at the end of another empty night.

He arrives tomorrow. Always tomorrow. A billboard in a city she’ll never see, a ghost in the next train, a story she never quite gets to finish. He flirts like fire, disappears like wind, sells ambition wrapped in poetry, leaves hunger folded into every dream.

So she stops waiting. No more candles for "maybe," no more prayers to "someday." If he ever does arrive, she might finally be gone—heart reclaimed, throne rebuilt from all the questions she learned not to ask.

He always arrives tomorrow.
And tonight, she’s done chasing.

You Always Arrive Tomorrow

🎧 Get ready to meet Pooh’s Hunny—the lizard-chasing, frog-sniffin’, sunshine-loving pup who rules the backyard with swag. Inspired by the heart of a real dog and the charm of a certain bear who loves “hunny,” this acoustic folk song is full of warmth, mischief, and moments that’ll make you smile like a belly rub on a Saturday morning. Whether you’ve got a dog curled at your feet or just miss chasing grasshoppers, this one’s for you.

[Verse 1]
She’s got paws like velvet, nose up to the breeze,
Tail like a metronome tapping with ease.
She don’t speak in words, but she teaches me—
How to chase moments, how to be free.

[Chorus]
She’s my Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
Like every blade holds the start of a grin.

[Verse 2]
She’s on patrol like a backyard guard,
Sniffin’ the breeze and patrollin’ hard.
Once found a frog in the flowerbed dirt,
Gave it a look like, “You go first.”

[Chorus]
She’s my Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
Like every blade holds the start of a grin.

[Verse 3]
She circles the yard like she’s got a plan,
Stops for a bug, then chases a can.
Barks at the wind like it's something to say,
Then plops in the shade and calls it a day.

[Chorus]
She’s my Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
Like every blade holds the start of a grin.

[Bridge]
She’s got no clue who Pooh Bear is,
But she’d love him for sure—if he tasted like cheese.
And while I do the dishes or mop the floor,
She’s dreaming of lizards and chasing one more.

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, she’s Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
And I swear she smiles when the Lizards begin.

Pooh's Hunny

The Brain That Wouldn't Try

Lifelong (early demo)

Capturing song fragments and lo-fi experiments on old cassette machines in the tiny back bedroom of a scarborough terraced house. 

Debut EP Back Down Woe Betide Ravine out now on bandcamp!

AA–Legrand is the moniker of Berlin-based producer Simeon Loth.
After several years of roaming Berlin’s Indie-Folk scene, playing in various local bands like The New Madness and Samuel Breuer; recording for artists like Alice Rose, Roemer and many more he turned to producing his own music in 2019. It started in his bedroom with a 2012 MacBook and borrowed gear from friends, just aimlessly messing around with sounds for the sheer joy of exploring new sonic territory. The release of his debut EP 'Pacific' was followed by a genre bending collaboration with Jovid and another one with Miki Xu. 
AA–Legrand’s sound takes classic Indie-Folk influences from Bon Iver and Novo Amor and enriches it with a touch of electronic vibes from James Blake and Apparat. Hushed vocals, wide open spaces and lush ambiences are the main elements to this newcomer’s music.

Singer-songwriter from Hertford now based in London, inspired by folk, country, indie and blues
Posts a selection of lo-fi demos on acoustic guitar, recorded in one take

song bird 🐦‍⬛
my digital audio scrapbook

Hello, dreamers and seekers — it’s me, SanaA Bova.
I want to open this new chapter with a confession.
through my music...

I am a writer and poet who studies psychology and the deepest emotions of the soul. My music is a reflection of my inner state, which has shifted to melodies.

With a knack for turning life's experiences into captivating tracks and songs. Visit my personal website of songs - SMXmusic.io

Join my mailing list for a free download: https://sarahbuckleymusic.com/mailing-list

New tracks tagged #IndieFolk