In the shadow of our words, I searched for light,
But your silence carved deep rivers in the night.
I reached out my hand, you let it fall away,
Now we drown in the things we never say.

Broken heart, and dreams erased,
Who was the one to throw it all away?

Who’s to blame,
When love slips into the dark?
Who’s to blame,
When our promises fall apart?
Is it you, is it me, is it both of us too?
Who’s to blame…
We lost it all, we lost the truth.

Your eyes turned away, like shadows in a dance,
And I called your name through the winds of absence.
I waited hours, then years in vain,
While you turned the page without the pain.

Tears keep falling, memories fade,
Who erased the forever we made?

Who’s to blame,
When love slips into the dark?
Who’s to blame,
When our promises fall apart?
Is it you, is it me, is it both of us too?
Who’s to blame…
We lost it all, we lost the truth.

Maybe time betrayed what we couldn’t see,
Maybe fear destroyed what was meant to be.
Who’s to blame if we failed to hold,
The fire that should have kept us whole?

Who’s to blame,
When love slips into the dark?
Who’s to blame,
When our promises fall apart?
Is it you, is it me, is it both of us too?
Who’s to blame…
We lost it all, we lost the truth.

Who’s to blame…
It’s you, it’s me… it’s us, maybe.
Who’s to blame…
It was us… it was us…

Who’s to blame ? (Quiet Storm reload)

This World Is Wide is a song about finding beauty where nobody expects it – in broken sidewalks, in laughter on dirty floors, in scratched records that still make you dance.
It is a hymn to imperfection, a reminder that life does not shine because it is flawless, but because it burns, bruises, and still pulls us forward.

The cover captures two small details from the song: sneakers with stars drawn on them and marbles scattered on the ground. They stand for childhood, for secrets, for the little things that suddenly feel bigger than the world itself.

This is not a polished postcard.
It is a glimpse of the raw, messy, surprising world we live in – and the simple truth that we love it anyway.

This World Is Wide ist ein Song über die Schönheit an unerwarteten Orten – in rissigen Gehwegen, im Lachen auf schmutzigen Böden, in zerkratzten Schallplatten, die uns trotzdem tanzen lassen.
Es ist eine Hymne auf die Unvollkommenheit, eine Erinnerung daran, dass das Leben nicht deshalb glänzt, weil es fehlerlos ist, sondern weil es brennt, schürft und uns trotzdem weiterzieht.

Das Cover greift zwei Details aus dem Song auf: Sneaker mit aufgemalten Sternen und Murmeln, die auf dem Boden verstreut liegen. Sie stehen für Kindheit, für Geheimnisse, für kleine Dinge, die plötzlich größer wirken als die Welt selbst.

Dies ist keine glatte Postkarte.
Es ist ein Blick auf die rohe, chaotische, überraschende Welt, in der wir leben – und auf die einfache Wahrheit, dass wir sie trotzdem lieben.

This World Is Wide

I saw a boy trading marbles for secrets
I saw a girl drawing stars on her sneakers
And I thought
Damn… this world is wide

Graffiti bleeding on a church wall
Street preacher shouting, no one stops at all
A saxophone crying through an open door
Two kids laughing on a dirty floor
And isn’t that beautiful?
Isn’t that wild?

Nothing is perfect
But everything moves
Like a record with scratches
That still makes you groove

Life is beautiful
Not polished, not clean
It burns, it breaks
It rips at the seams
And we love it
We love it
We love it still

There’s paint on my jeans from a night without sleep
It fades like the music that sinks in too deep
A goodbye text at a quarter to three
And somehow it feels like poetry

Count the cracks in the sidewalk
Count the names carved in wood
Every scar is a story
And the stories feel good
We’re alive, alive, alive
And the mess is the proof

Life is beautiful
Not safe, not straight
It comes too early
It shows up late
It bruises your knees
It tangles your hair
And still
You want more
And still
You want more

I saw a boy trading marbles for secrets
I saw a girl drawing stars on her sneakers
And I thought
Damn… this world is wide


This world is wide

"Diese Welt ist weit" ist ein Song über die Schönheit an unerwarteten Orten – in rissigen Gehwegen, im Lachen auf schmutzigen Böden, in zerkratzten Schallplatten, die uns trotzdem tanzen lassen.

Es ist eine Hymne auf die Unvollkommenheit, eine Erinnerung daran, dass das Leben nicht deshalb glänzt, weil es fehlerlos ist, sondern weil es brennt, schürft und uns trotzdem weiterzieht.

Das Cover greift zwei Details aus dem Song auf: Sneakers mit aufgemalten Sternen und Murmeln, die auf dem Boden verstreut liegen. Sie stehen für Kindheit, für Geheimnisse, für kleine Dinge, die plötzlich größer wirken als die Welt selbst.

Dies ist keine glatte Postkarte.
Es ist ein Blick auf die rohe, chaotische, überraschende Welt, in der wir leben – und auf die einfache Wahrheit, dass wir sie trotzdem lieben.

"This World Is Wide" is a song about finding beauty where nobody expects it – in broken sidewalks, in laughter on dirty floors, in scratched records that still make you dance.

It is a hymn to imperfection, a reminder that life does not shine because it is flawless, but because it burns, bruises, and still pulls us forward.

The cover captures two small details from the song: sneakers with stars drawn on them and marbles scattered on the ground. They stand for childhood, for secrets, for the little things that suddenly feel bigger than the world itself.

This is not a polished postcard.
It is a glimpse of the raw, messy, surprising world we live in – and the simple truth that we love it anyway.


Diese Welt ist weit

Ich sah einen Jungen, der Murmeln gegen Geheimnisse tauschte
Ich sah ein Mädchen, das Sterne auf ihre Sneakers malte
Und ich dachte
Verdammt… diese Welt ist weit

Graffiti blutet an einer Kirchenwand
Ein Prediger schreit, und niemand bleibt stehen
Ich hör ein Saxophon aus ner offenen Tür
Zwei Kinder lachen auf schmutzigem Beton
Ist das nicht schön?
Ist das nicht wild?

Nichts ist perfekt
Aber alles bewegt sich
Wie eine alte Schallplatte mit Kratzern
Die dich trotzdem zum Tanzen bringt

Das Leben ist schön
Nicht glänzend, nicht sauber
Es brennt, es bricht
Es reißt an den Nähten
Und wir lieben es
Wir lieben es
Wir lieben es - trotzdem

Da ist noch Farbe auf meiner Jeans von einer schlaflosen Nacht
Sie verblasst wie Musik in meinen Gedanken 
Eine Abschiedsnachricht um viertel vor drei
Und irgendwie
Fühlt sich’s an wie Poesie

Ich zähl die Risse im Gehweg
Zähl die Namen, die ins Holz geritzt sind
Jede Narbe ist eine Geschichte
Und die Geschichten fühlen sich gut an
Wir sind lebendig, lebendig, lebendig
Und das Chaos ist der Beweis

Das Leben ist schön
Nicht sicher, nicht gerade
Es kommt zu früh
Es kommt zu spät
Es schürft deine Knie auf
Es zerzaust dein Haar
Und trotzdem
Willst du mehr
Und trotzdem
Willst du mehr

Ich sah einen Jungen, der Murmeln gegen Geheimnisse tauschte
Ich sah ein Mädchen, das Sterne auf ihre Sneakers malte
Und ich dachte
Verdammt… diese Welt ist weit


Diese Welt ist weit

(속삭여, 잠긴 진실)
(whisper, whisper, locked inside)

내 얘기를 하고 싶어
슬픔 같아
미친 것 같아
더럽게 보여

내 질투를 말할게
날카롭고
썩어가고
초록빛 속에

준비됐어?
난 아직

I wanna tell my story
말 못 해
I wanna tell my story
잠긴 채

내 분노를 말할게
시끄럽고
뜨겁고
틀린 것 같아

내 죄책을 말할게
차갑게
무겁게
멈춰 서 있어

준비됐어?
난 아직

I wanna tell my story
말 못 해
I wanna tell my story
잠긴 채

모두 다 털어놓고 싶어
가장 솔직한 진실을
아직은 안 돼
I’m not ready yet

But I will be

I wanna tell my story
말 못 해
I wanna tell my story
잠긴 채

I wanna tell my story
But I can’t (oh no I can’t)
I wanna tell my story
But I can’t (oh no I can’t)


I wanna tell my story 내 이야기를 전하고 싶어요

Some more 80's inspired music from my next Album. Enjoy! Like and follow for more!💙👊

Lyrics:

Dad parked the truck.
Thermos coffee on the old grey dash now. 
He lifted me over the crowd—paper crowns in the gutter splash.
Banner meets rain. (Rain)
Brass kept ringing like coins in a glass jar.
“Son, when I can’t walk beside you, keep courage beating—make it last.” (Make it last)

I check the fridge door.
Flyers bent, the tacks are slipping, oh.
Chalk lines in the driveway.
You said, “If you’re scared, still walk the world.”

I will hold the line you drew, (You drew)
through shuttered shops and winter panes. (winter panes)
If my voice cracks, let it crack—
I’ll sing the cracks across the pane. Yeah. 
I will hold the line you drew; (You drew)
porch light brave until they’re near— (They're near)
if the street forgets our names, I’ll write them every year.
Oh yeah!

Your jacket hangs.
Safety pin holding the torn black seam tight. 
Program from your wake, tucked in the atlas—stars and county roads marked. 
Radio hush.  (Hush)
Washer ticking while I fold your shirt here. 
I read your punchlines out of order, laugh the way you would at home. (At home)

I set the table.
Rent past due and dishes leaning, oh.
Your seat stays open.
I leave a place for two, the way you taught.

I will hold the line you drew, (You drew)
past salted curbs and closing time. (closing time)
If my hands shake, let them shake—
I’ll drum the tremor into time., Yeah.
I will hold the line you drew; (You drew)
porch light burning, clear and slow—(Sloooow)
for the last to find the door—
for anyone walking slow.
Oh yeah!

No headlines.
No choir unless we start.
Start on one, make the first step ours.
I stitched your cuff.
Crooked seam, but all my heart.
If walls won’t give a lane, we chalk it wide and carry through. Yeah.

I will hold the line you drew, (You drew)
from Maple Street to anywhere. (anywhere)
If my voice breaks, let it break—
I’ll wear the cracks like soldered seams, oh yeah.
I will hold the line you drew; (You drew)
porch light on, the hallway warm—(hallway warm)
when the night pretends we’re small,
we answer with a storm.

Chalk dust on my jeans—porch light on.
Keys in hand. I leave it on.

I will hold the line you drew.
Yeah.

This Line You Drew

I look around, I see your face,
The ground beneath, our only place.
No heaven’s hand, no hidden plan,
Just beating hearts, the life we span.

No one above us, no light from the skies,
We are the fire, we are the rise.

Only us, only us,
Living things in the dust.
Only us, only us,
Feel the earth, feel the trust.
Only us, only us,
No illusions to discuss.
Only us, only us,
Here together, that’s enough.

Waves collide, the night is deep,
Souls awake, no gods to keep.
Every breath a sacred sound,
Connection real, it pulls us down.

No one above us, no hand in disguise,
We are the moment, we are the ties.

Only us, only us,
Living things in the dust.
Only us, only us,
Feel the earth, feel the trust.
Only us, only us,
No illusions to discuss.
Only us, only us,
Here together, that’s enough.

No god, no throne,
No kingdom beyond.
Only bodies, only voices,
Only earth, only us.

Only us, only us,
Living things in the dust.
Only us, only us,
Feel the earth, feel the trust.
Only us, only us,
No illusions to discuss.
Only us, only us,
Here together, that’s enough.

Only us… only us.

Only us (Cinematic Pop reload)

Yeah…
C’est doux mais c’est vrai, hein.
Hmm… écoute.

T’es dans ma tête, même quand j’fais genre j’m’en fous,
Ton odeur reste sur mon crew.
J’check ton tel, j’me dis “pas d’abus”,
Mais j’vois des cœurs, j’perds mon cool.

T’as juré qu’c’était rien, juste une pote,
Mais j’connais l’regard, la faute.
J’suis pas ta go de passage,
J’suis ton karma, ton mirage.

Si j’te love, c’est pas demi,
J’veux ton âme, pas ton lit.
Tu joues frais, j’fais la queen,
Mais sans toi, j’me vide, j’me grime.

T’es pas prêt pour c’genre de vibe,
Cœur fragile, regard high.
Si tu mens, j’me barre, bye-bye,
Mais si t’restes, on fly, on fly.

T’es pas prêt pour c’genre de love,
Pas Netflix, pas fake love.
C’est du vrai, du sale, du rough,
Mais doux comme un slow, comme un proof.

Baby, tu m’fais tourner, genre amapiano,
Une main sur ma taille, ça va piano-piano.
Tu dis “relax”, moi j’vois le fléau,
T’as ce truc — danger beau.

Mes copines disent “lâche-le”,
Mais elles savent pas comment t’me rends low-key heureuse.
Et quand tu m’dis “viens, dors là”,
J’oublie tout, j’perds la foi.

Si j’te love, c’est pas demi,
J’veux ton âme, pas ton lit.
Tu joues frais, j’fais la queen,
Mais sans toi, j’me vide, j’me grime.

T’es pas prêt pour c’genre de vibe,
Cœur fragile, regard high.
Si tu mens, j’me barre, bye-bye,
Mais si t’restes, on fly, on fly.

Dis-moi vrai, j’te crois.
Dis-moi rien, j’pars pas.
T’es pas prêt…
Mais moi, j’suis là.

T’es pas prêt pour c’genre de vibe,
Cœur fragile, regard high.
Si tu mens, j’me barre, bye-bye,
Mais si t’restes, on fly, on fly.

T’es pas prêt pour c’genre de love,
Pas Netflix, pas fake love.
C’est du vrai, du sale, du rough,
Mais doux comme un slow, comme un proof.

Si j’te love (French Afro Soul reload)

Spilled my drink before we sat
He said his ex still texts him back
His laugh was louder than the track
Oh no
Oh no

He ordered soup with extra steam
I’m sweating here
He’s living his dream
He showed me memes
They weren’t supreme
Let’s go
Let’s go

Swipe right
Swipe wrong
Same sad song
Why’s this taking so long?

It’s a bad date ballet
Step left
Step away
Spinning in circles
Make my escape
It’s a bad date ballet
Wrong moves all day
Twirl out the door
Won’t stay
Won’t stay

She called me bro
Then took my fries
Her playlist? Just the same song twice
She talked astrology
No surprise
Goodbye
Goodbye

He chewed so loud
I lost my mind
Said
"By the way
I hate your sign"
The waiter tripped
Spilled all the wine
I’m dry
I’m dry

Swipe right
Swipe wrong
Same sad song
Why’s this taking so long?

It’s a bad date ballet
Step left
Step away
Spinning in circles
Make my escape
It’s a bad date ballet
Wrong moves all day
Twirl out the door
Won’t stay
Won’t stay

Maybe I am the problem here.
No, they are all cringe

It’s a bad date ballet
Step left
Step away
Spinning in circles
Make my escape
It’s a bad date ballet
Wrong moves all day
Twirl out the door
Won’t stay
Won’t stay

It’s a bad date ballet (Unreleased)

Ailbum

Solo tra la folla

A soulful, bittersweet R&B ballad blending heartfelt storytelling with modern pop warmth. “Can’t Erase You” drifts between silence and emotion — smooth piano, layered harmonies, and expressive vocals make this Jarlon’s most intimate performance yet.

👉 Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/jarlon/cant-erasure-you

Lyrics:

Oooh… mmm… yeah…

I walk through the noise, the static screams
Every corner still remembers what we dreamed
The city lights, they fade tonight
And I’m still reaching for your light

Was it fate or a cruel mistake?
Every breath I take begins to ache

Through the silence I hear you calling
Through the silence my heart keeps falling
I can’t escape, can’t erase you
Oooh…
The sound of you in every room

Your laughter still lives in that old room
It comes and goes like a half-lit moon
Even the stars don’t shine the same
I still hear you call my name

Was it love we couldn’t save?
Every memory cuts like a wave

Through the silence I hear you calling
Through the silence my heart keeps falling
I can’t escape, can’t erase you
Oooh…
The sound of you in every room

Can’t erase you, baby
Still in my dreams you stay
In my dreams you stay
Even when I fade away
Fade away

Through the silence I hear you calling
Through the silence our hearts keep falling
No, I can’t escape, can’t erase you
The sound of us in every room

Can’t erase you…
Oooh, no-no…

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Can’t Erase You

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I’m John AI Smith — producer, songwriter, and sonic architect. My music explores what it means to feel in a digital age, where every track is a meeting point between intuition and algorithm.

🎧 The Algorithm of Emotion — that’s my compass, and the heart of everything I make.

This page is my playground — where ideas are born, where tracks evolve, and where I can share music with you first. Thanks for listening, commenting, and being part of this journey.

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I'm a producer, singer and guitarist.
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