Woyance-Producing everyday With Passion And Wounds

Medium tempo Pop Rock song with Male Vocals.
Bittersweet, Confident, Warm, Optimistic, Uplfting, Chill, Romantic, Cool, Contemporary.
In the Spirt ofThe Guest List,Shadowgraphs,Nima Kazerouni ,Bedchamber,Sunset Station, Holy Wave, Real Estate, Ducktails, Into the Light


SOMETHING REAL

Chill, romantic, uplifting Rock Pop song. Bittersweet melodies and male vocals take you on a warm, retro, unpolished Groovy, Flowing Love Song. Pulsing with Acoustic Guitars and Drums

BUTTERFLY

Warm echoes of Achill Island meet stadium-ready pop-rock in “Where the Light Lives.” Air-brushed electric guitars flicker behind an acoustic heartbeat and soft bodhrán, while melancholic violin swells blossom into a horizon-wide hook. Front-woman Aoife’s airy timbre—think Andrea Corr meets Florence—invites listeners to stop chasing time and celebrate the love that lives in every present moment. Produced by Irish Fusion Vol. 1 mastermind Fiachra Ó Dowd, the single blends Celtic intimacy with arena ambition, positioning itself for AAA radio, Spotify’s “Feel-Good Folk Pop,” and Apple’s “New in Singer-Songwriter.” For supervisors, its lyrical optimism and expansive chorus are tailor-made for coming-of-age cinema and tourism campaigns. Curators, add it next to The Corrs, Kodaline, and Orla Gartland to spark instant ‘repeat’ energy. Fans—press play and feel the sunrise.

Where the Light Lives

“Crashing Out” is a late-night spiral turned sonic diary—where indie bedroom pop meets raw rap and alt-rock emotion. It’s about heartbreak, confusion, and that moment when you’re one thought away from losing it all.

Lo-fi guitars, dreamy textures, and vulnerable bars collide in a genre-defying track for anyone who's felt numb, used, or close to the edge—but still searching for light in the wreckage.

🎙️ “She’s been feeling down / Gave me the runaround / I feel like crashing out…”

This is for the overthinkers, the romantics, the broken-hearted with headphones on at 2AM.

Crashing Out

“Forever Young” is a nostalgic emo-rap anthem that blends punk rock energy with heartfelt storytelling. From carefree basement memories to the struggles of growing older, this song is about holding onto that youthful spirit no matter what life throws at you. For anyone who’s ever felt numb, chased the sun, or turned pain into art — this one’s for you.

Forever Young

This song is about not knowing what's wrong, only that you are the one to blame for it, why, you dont know that either, only that you are, and that's final.

So this one is for each and everyone out there who has been wrongfully accused and has been seeking reasons and understanding in this matter.

If you lived life to the fullest, you know the meaning of having one knee down and getting up at nine.

For all you wonderers out there, this ones för you guys. If you go look for this track or otherones, you will find them on #Spotify #Apple and Youtube as well, so it would be great if you could befriend me there as well. 

I have used old effects to create a certain kind of sound that is still clear but also rich with the core sound from the guitar.

The guitar brands I've used is a Squier Telecaster (heavily modified) an Epiphone SG (built in Korea) and a Yamaha SG 200 from 1985.

I love these old japanese guitars, the old Chibsons we're great as well. Really well built and so much potential if you wanted to modify them!

So hope you enjoy this track and all the others I have upploaded to #soundcloud 

Brand New Day - Like A Train In Vain

💸 THE PROFIT YOU MAKE — Indie Rock x Jangle Pop x Post-Punk 🎸✨

Ever tried explaining the stock market to someone who thinks “zero risk” is a thing? Yeah… this song is for them.

This jangly, guitar-driven banger dives headfirst into the chaotic casino called life — where your bank account isn’t safe, inflation eats your lunch, and every “hot tip” from your uncle ends in a crying emoji. 🥲

🎶 Expect:
🌊 Wavy jangle guitars that make you question your life choices
📉 Post-punk basslines plummeting like your crypto portfolio
🎤 Sarcastic vocals explaining why your “safe” fund isn’t that safe
💥 A chorus that hits harder than a market crash

Lyrics highlight:

“The profit you make… is the risk you take!”
(…and yes, Karen, that includes your ‘risk-free savings account.’)

Perfect for:
⚡ Late-night trading meltdowns
⚡ Existential crises over coffee
⚡ Pretending you understand ETFs at parties

🎧 Play it loud. Bet your emotions. Lose responsibly.

Lyrics:

You ask me where the money grows,
But listen close, ‘cause nobody knows…
Bank account’s “safe”? — well, maybe not,
Inflation’s hungry, eats the lot!

Shares and funds, they’re not the same,
One’s a single player, one’s a team game,
I try to explain but your eyes just shake —
“Zero risk, please!” … big mistake. 

Nothing’s free, no easy bet,
Even cash can drown in debt…
You want returns? You want to play?
Welcome to the game where risk’s the price you pay!

The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Spin that wheel, it’s give or break!
The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
No free ride — there’s no escape!

A share’s like a rocket, fast and wild,
Can double in weeks or crash in style… 
A fund’s like a boat, safe and slow,
You’ll reach the island… but maybe so-so.

You say, “Oh no, I don’t understand,”
I draw little graphs, I take your hand —
“Here’s one company, here’s twenty inside,
One’s rollercoaster, one’s a safer ride!”

You: “I want zero risk.”
Me: “Hahahahaha… good luck!” 
No gold without the quake,
No gain without the stake!

The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Play your cards, for heaven’s sake!
The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Bigger dreams? Bigger heartbreak!

So choose your path, your moves, your stake,
Remember one thing for your own sake:
The profit you make…
…yeah, you guessed it —
Is the risk you take!

The Profit You Make (Indie Rock Version)

Where Have All the Men Gone by The Prismatics is a raw and heartfelt ballad that delves into the fractures of modern love, vulnerability, and the longing for connection. With lyrics that alternate between plea and confrontation, the song captures the emotional distance that can grow between two souls once bound by closeness, only to find themselves estranged by silence, pride, and unmet needs.

The verses paint a portrait of yearning: a cry for security, intimacy, and respect in a world where tenderness has been replaced by disconnect. The chorus swells with an aching vulnerability — the desire for comfort, strength, and the touch of love that can shield against fear. In the bridge, the song wrestles with anger, broken communication, and the desperate attempt to salvage what’s slipping away, asking if love can still triumph when walls are too tall to climb.

With its evocative storytelling and emotional resonance, Where Have All the Men Gone is both a lament and a call to rediscover intimacy. It’s a song for anyone who has questioned the fragility of love, the struggle for respect, and the search for a bond that can withstand life’s storms.

Where Are All The Men

Where Have All The Men Gone

Что происходит? Я люблю тебя

Любовь пополам

Think of this as a caffeinated elegy: you, a sticky glass of cola, and the world’s longest ten-second existential crisis — played with jangly guitars, a sneer of post-punk, and a heart that forgot its lines. Perfect for mornings that feel like a badly timed replay and nights when you’re trying to remember why you left the house in the first place. 🥤⏰

If you like your melancholy with a rim of sugar and a chorus that hums like a clock stuck between shrug and breakdown, this one’s for you. Walk out of your flat, stand in the drizzle, pretend you’re in a noir film, and accidentally start a singalong nobody asked for.

Press play, sip something fizzy, and ask the important questions: will this moment matter, or will it just fizzle out like bad cola? If you like what you hear, tell someone — or don’t. We won’t name the napkin. 🎸✨

Lyrics:

It's 10:04, I checked the clock again
One hand moves while I remain
Empty chairs and silver spoons
Muted echoes in this quiet saloon
The tiles still smell of yesterday's bread
But no one's here, just me instead
An older woman gave this glass
Coca-Cola fizzing like the past
She vanished to the desk again
While I watched in like I might offend
Every tick is merciless
This hour won't stop to care, I guess
I'm the only soul at this morning show
Sip in silence, letting go

And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink as the minutes blink
Will this moment matter or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

The labels are in a foreign script
And I can't ask what I've just sipped
The floor is clean, the light is soft
Yet something heavy won't come off
Behind the glass, she checks the phone
I wonder if she feels alone
I think of all the things I've lost
And how each joy has had its cost
This taste, this place, this quiet bar
Will fade like faces in a passing car
No trumpet sounds, no final clue
Just time that swallows me and you
Each weekday morning looks the same
But none of them will get a name

And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink as the minutes blink
Will this moment matter or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

9 o'clock was a second ago
11 is breathing down my neck
Days fold like napkins
Weeks vanish like steam
And one day this room will be dust
And I won't even know what I forgot

And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink as the world shrinks
No one will remember, not even me, no doubt
How to find out?

Coca Cola (Indie Rock Version)

🎸🚖 Ever been the fool with the keys and the tank on empty? That’s me — the unofficial chauffeur of every lost romance and midnight meltdown.

“Free Private Taxi” is indie rock with headlights on full beam: jangly guitars, sarcastic hooks, and the eternal story of the guy who always says yes when he should scream no. It’s for the backseat philosophers, the half-drunk drama queens, and the hand-waving friends who never chip in for gas.

Think late-night road movie, but shot on your parents’ old camcorder — messy, funny, and painfully relatable.

If you’ve ever been the ride, not the rider — this song’s your anthem.

🎶 Honk. Laugh. Ride. Crash. Sarcasm’s the only tip I get.

Lyrics:

I’m the rolling clown with the fuel I buy,
The king of favors, don’t ask me why.
Door unlocked, engine humming,
You text “pick me up” — and here I’m coming.

No GPS, I know your scheme,
Psychic Uber of your dream.
Wave of a hand, no coins, no cash,
Just me burning tires in a midnight dash.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Backseat full of half-drunk friends,
I drive in circles, story never ends.
Thank-you note? Ha, never seen,
Just a wave goodbye from the drama queen.

I’m the chauffeur of lost romance,
Your midnight ride, your cheap last chance.
Every handshake, short and cold,
Costs me gas and my soul’s sold.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Trigger words: honk, laugh, ride, crash,
Burning rubber, empty dash.
Punchline life on four cheap wheels,
Sarcasm’s the only tip I feel.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright.
Free private taxi, always free —
The biggest fool you’ll ever see.

Take You Where You Wanna Be

Lonesome EP is a deeply emotional exploration of human loneliness in modern society. It's a journey through the invisible spaces between connection and isolation. Across 10 tracks, Mazzey transforms raw feelings into haunting melodies, cinematic soundscapes, and visceral lyrics. Each song captures a different facet of loneliness: from the pain of feeling unseen and never enough, to the hollow pursuit of happiness, disposable love, comparision with "perfect lives" on Social Medias and the silent comfort found in pets.
It’s a portrait of the searching for meaning, love, and belonging in a world that often feels distant.

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Imagine if a French House banger got kidnapped by an indie band in jangly guitars and baritone melancholy. That’s this track: a cover where disco lasers became chiming strings, and the sweaty club was replaced by an awkward kitchen sink romance.

The lyrics are basically one long diary entry of a guy who panics when someone touches his knee, accidentally flirts like a Cold War spy, and rehearses love declarations in the bathroom mirror. It’s post-punk angst meets jangle-pop crush syndrome, with the emotional maturity of someone who frames ironic flowers because they don’t know what else to do.

Think: baritone vocals that sound like Joy Division’s Ian Curtis reading your group chat, guitars that sparkle like the last light in your ex’s window, and rhythms that dance like they’re too shy to actually dance.

So yeah—French House went to therapy, bought a second-hand leather jacket, and started humming about Netflix, cheese, and accidental stair routines. The result? This track.

Press play if you’ve ever:

Laughed too loud at a bad joke just to touch someone’s sleeve

Split the bill but not the feelings

Texted a heart emoji while pretending it was “just friendly”

Until you meet… see us again… and again… and again.

Lyrics:

Until we meet
See us again
I'll rehearse my love in the mirror again
You'll laugh too loud at one of my jokes then hug me like a nun in a trench coat cloak
Maybe next time one of us speaks — or maybe we just invite that two will be
See us again
I'll keep loving you like a very old

We split the bill like we split the truth
Flirt like spies in a kissing booth
You call me pal with your head askew
I choke on words and pretend it's dew
You touched my knee, oh was that fate
You laughed, I panicked, said great plate
Every look's a near confession wrapped in frieze and soft repression

Until we meet
See us again
Maybe your hand will hold mine then
Or maybe I'll choke and spill my drink then sink like love on a kitchen sink
If not same dance, same old refrain, you and your hoodie meet on sham
Till we meet
See us again
I'll love you quietly like it's not insane

We do the accidental stair routine
Then talk about cheese or a Netflix scene
Your playlist screams I want more than tea
But you say we're chill and giggle at me
I bring you flowers as a joke
You framed them up, no one spoke
Friends who text with heart emojis like passion's just one of our hobbies

Until we meet
See us again
I'll iron my soul and spray some zen
You'll smile like love's not in disguise and I'll nod like I'm not hypnotized
Maybe next time lips will move or maybe we'll just vibe
Until we meet
See us again
I'll miss your almost love

Amen

Until We See Us Again (Indie Rock Version)

What happens when a philosophy seminar sneaks into a basement club with a dodgy disco ball? You get this track: guitars that argue like old Marxists at a coffeehouse, drums that can’t decide if they’re anxious or euphoric, and a bassline that sounds like it just read too much Kierkegaard.

It’s the sound of sneakers stomping on footnotes, of doubt doing a high-kick, of someone yelling “Die Welt ist kompliziert – aber das hält uns nicht vom Tanzen ab!” while spilling their spritzer. Somewhere between alarm clock and déjà-vu, you’ll find the hook — not absolute truth, just absolute groove.

So put on your existential eyeliner, grab your epistemological beverage of choice, and dance like every thought has a backbeat. Because sometimes the only manifesto worth signing is the one written in reverb.

Lyrics:

„Die Welt ist kompliziert.
Aber das hält uns nicht vom Tanzen ab.“

Sie sagt: „Immer wenn ich was spüre,
wird’s politisch oder schräg.“
Ich sag: „Nicht immer – nur nicht selten,
und das macht’s ja grade zäh.“

Du schaust mich an wie ein Lexikon,
mit Fußnoten in deinen Augen.
Doch meine Wahrheit trägt Sneakers
und will sich endlich mal wieder austoben.

Nicht selten – aber auch nicht immer
Ein bisschen warm, ein bisschen schlimmer
Nicht selten – aber nie ganz klar
Zwischen Alarmglocke und Déjà-vu déjà dar
Nicht selten – doch auch nicht Gesetz
Wir tanzen auf dem Komma, nicht auf’m letzten Vers

Sie sagt: „Die meinen doch alle das Gleiche“
Ich sag: „Ja, vielleicht. Nur nicht gleichzeitig.“
Denn Denken im Takt heißt:
Ein Schritt nach vorn, zwei zurück – aber groovy.

Dein Weltbild zittert im Stroboskop
Zwischen Talkshow und Telegram
Ich sag: „Frag dich leise:
Was wäre, wenn der Zweifel recht haben kann?“

Nicht selten – aber auch nicht immer
Ein Groove aus Gold, ein Zweifel im Schimmer
Nicht selten – doch nie pauschal
Wir tanzen durch’s Denken, fall’n ins Ideal
Nicht selten – kein kategorischer Beat
Nur eine Hook, die sich nicht widerspricht.

„Es ist möglich.
Es ist denkbar.
Es ist kompliziert.
Und das ist wunderschön.“

Nicht selten – aber auch nicht immer
(Mal Licht, mal Flimmer, mal kalter Schimmer)
Nicht selten – und das ist gut so
Denn alles Absolute ist nur Deko.

Nicht selten…
Aber niemals dumm.

Nicht selten, aber auch nicht immer (Indie Rock Version)

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Writer / Producer / Musician / Singer  From Greenwich Village NYC.
has made music with U2, BOB DYLAN,LUSCIOUS JACKSON, WILLIE NELSON, CHRIS WHITLEY,BRANDI, FAITH HILL, SALT N PEPA, ZIGGY MARLEY, EMMY LOU HARRIS, DIDO.

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Welcome to Logical Miracle, a project where a lifelong dream meets the cutting edge of technology, brought to life by two passionate creators, one a musician and songwriter, the other an edu tech enthusiast who turns ideas into reality.

Like many, my journey started with big dreams as a child. I imagined myself as a musical genius, learning to play the recorder and later moving on to the violin and guitar. Back then, I had no idea how challenging the music industry could be. As life moved on, new adventures like jobs, holidays, and eventually starting a family took over, and my musical dream slowly faded into the background.

But the story didn’t end there. Over the past 40 years, technology has evolved in incredible ways, creating opportunities that were once unimaginable. Social media has reconnected us with old friends and memories, while AI and music software have revolutionised how we create and share music. The music industry, once an exclusive club, has had to adapt, leaving space for new voices to emerge.

This is where Logical Miracle was born, a collaboration between my love for music and the technical genius of my partner. For years, I wrote poems, not realising they were songs in waiting. Today, with the help of AI, music production software, and my tech-savvy partner, we’ve brought those words to life. The dream of working in a big studio isn’t necessary anymore; with the right tools and expertise, we’re able to create professional-quality music right from home.

Logical Miracle is the result of this collaboration. It’s not just a musical project, it’s a testament to the power of dreams and the possibilities that technology brings. What started as a simple idea has blossomed into something much bigger, a dream shared and fulfilled. Now, it’s time for our music to be heard.

So, whether you’re here to discover something new or to support two dreamers who have turned their passions into reality, we hope you enjoy the music of Logical Miracle. Your feedback means the world to us, if you like what you hear, let us know. And if not, that’s okay too, just be kind in your comments. Either way, we’ll keep creating, inspired by the knowledge that our partnership and technology have made this dream possible.

Thanks for listening, and welcome to the world of Logical Miracle.

Hey, it’s MazZey here >.<
Emotions have always driven me to write: not just my own, but the ones I feel when I listen to or read your stories online: your fears, hopes, regrets, and dreams.
I like to think I’m a good listener, and through my songs, I try to give voice not only to what I feel, but to what you feel too.

Here you’ll find haunting vocals that blend vulnerability and strength: sometimes carried by slow, ethereal melodies 🌸 other times by heavy, cinematic instrumentals filled with industrial tension 💀

For me, it’s all about capturing humanity’s ma(z)zey duality: the weight of the world we carry, and the softness that still survives inside.

Thank you to all of you who liked, followed, commented, and re-posted in the past. It is sincerely appreciated.

I am a music producer, lyricist and composer. I have been doing this since 2012. People from all over the world make the sounds used in my music, and at times I'll use A.I.for specific vocals. I write the lyrics, compose the music, and provide the production; I'll hire professionals for the specific instruments I need and pull them all together to make the final production I want.

I love making music, and many productions are for specific moods or atmospheres I am trying to create.

I hope you find my productions soothing, calming, relaxing, and energetic to help move your body to the rhythm and beat of the music. I wish you all the best.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

⚡️WILL B // From Hellraiser to Heaven Sent ⚡️

Born in Gaston, Alabama, raised between the struggle and the South, Will B’s story reads like a movie. One that’s still being written. By the time most kids were learning their ABCs, he was learning survival. Basement floors, rats the size of house pets, and a home full of chaos didn’t break him they built him.

When his mom married, his stepdad, he considered him his true dad. He brought God into the picture. But Will? He was already running wild. By 7, sexual temptation had found him. By 12, he was stealing liquor and chasing a life that led him straight into addiction, violence, and pain.

Fast forward an 11x felon and 2½ years behind bars Will hit rock bottom and looked up. Locked in a cell, he prayed every day for YHWH to take the taste of drugs, alcohol, and destruction out of his mouth. He asked for one thing: a second chance.

And YHWH delivered.

Now sober, free, and walking with faith, Will B’s  music he’s testifys through pain, turning scars into stories and stories into songs. Every bar hits and carries truth, testimony, and hope for anyone fighting their demons.

From addict to artist, from prison to purpose, Will B is living proof that grace still works. His mission?
🔥 Reach souls through sound.
🔥 Bring light to dark places.
🔥 And never stop giving glory to the One who made a way.

🎧 Listen to the story in the sound:
📸 Instagram
🐦 X / Twitter
🤳🏼 TikTok
🍎 Apple Music
🎵 Spotify
💎 Facebook

BRAND NEW DAY - LIKE A TRAIN IN VAIN
OUT NOW EVERYWHERE!

Make sure you follow me on Spotify or/and Youtube as well, that's usually where I post my new songs first with better soundquality. links below!!

https://open.spotify.com/artist/71i7uOL3kFiEbFCmT8QVZw?si=LI4PHP_TQPiOgA52cnRpqg

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC03Ds7TOKv_gdY5e8ykBS4A

The Underclass Academy is multi-artist Hans Gustavsson's way of describing his own and others' existence in text and tones. After striving for most of his adult life not to feel alienated, 

Hans turned his perspective and instead embraced what had previously been an enemy and adversary in existence. As a result, his texts are not infrequently written from a socially critical perspective and with a focus on the tribulations and failures of the little person. 

But also those who steal, exploit and rule only for the purpose of self-improvement without any consideration of what kind of impact it leaves on others in their vicinity. As a musician, he continues to create a mixture of singersongwriter/rock with a variety of influences seasoned with impressions and different perspectives. 

Over the years, Hans Gustavsson has appeared on several published recordings, both as a band member and also as a solo artist. Other expressions are jewelry art in the form of rings and other things made of metal wire of various sizes and types that are joined according to the traditions and crafts of the "travelling people". 

These can be seen on twitter under the address @travelingrings where there is also a link in the bio to his main page on twitter with the address @uclassacademy Easiest way to search for his music on Youtube is to simply search for The Underclass Academy to reach his music channel! 

Enjoy

If you can relate to my tunes, please repost!



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