Sometimes, time doesn’t just pass, it stays ⏳💭

Time is Chapter 4 of our EDM & Deep House journey: smooth, emotional, and timeless. A melody that feels like a memory, so nostalgic...

Don’t miss this one, please, and enjoy🧡

TIME - Chapter 4 ⏳

"Daddy’s House Shoes" is a goodbye that came too late.
A father who only in death realizes how much love he hid behind his hardened hands.
A daughter still walking through life in his shoes — across creaking floors where memories whisper his name.

It’s a song about guilt and forgiveness, about the words never spoken and the love that still breathes in silence.
For the fathers who still have time to say, “I’m proud of you.”
And for the daughters who learned to carry both the pain and the strength forward.

"Love keeps walking, between the old and new."

Daddy’s house shoes

Welcome to the Ministry of Touch — a government office where love has to wait in line, kisses need carbon copies, and romance is strictly by appointment only.

This track is chillwave bureaucracy:
✨ synths as fluorescent as office lights,
✨ beats as mechanical as a stamp machine,
✨ and longing that’s been filed in triplicate under “Affection Denied.”

Imagine Kafka moonlighting as a nightclub clerk, or your typewriter secretly yearning for skin. That’s the vibe.

So clock in, pull a lever, and let the Kiss Operator process your feelings. Don’t forget Form C — without it, you’ll never dance.

Lyrics:

I punch my card at the Ministry of Touch,
Fluorescent lights, the rules too much.
Every sigh must be signed in blue,
Every kiss must be numbered too.

Stacks of files marked “Affection Denied,”
Love in triplicate, stapled inside.
A window clerk asks, “Do you have form C?”
Without it, darling, you’ll never kiss me.

I’m the kiss operator,
Stuck inside this state machine.
Stamps and seals for every feeling,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Conveyor belts of silent yearning,
Levers pulled but hearts don’t move.
I’m the kiss operator,
Processing a love I can’t approve.

The phones all ring but no one replies,
The air tastes dry, fluorescent lies.
A shadow writes minutes of my desire,
Ink-smudged lips in a filing fire.

The supervisor coughs: “No passion today.”
He locks the drawer, he hides the way.
But even the typewriter dreams of skin,
Letters falling where kisses should’ve been.

I’m the kiss operator,
Stuck inside this state machine.
Stamps and seals for every feeling,
Nothing’s ever what it seems.
Conveyor belts of silent yearning,
Levers pulled but hearts don’t move.
I’m the kiss operator,
Processing a love I can’t approve.

Pages flutter like wings of shame,
The system erases your tender name.
But in the margins, scribbled small,
A secret kiss escapes it all.

I clock out late, the corridors hum,
No lips to count, no love to come.
The keys all rust, the papers fade,
But the kiss operator
stays on parade.

Kiss Operator

Da Favourite crazy friend

Verse 1  
The record spins, your ghost returns,  
Every groove and echo burns.  
Cigarette smoke, cherry red,  
You still hum inside my head.  

Pre-Chorus  
Every melody’s the same,  
Just another way to say your name.  

Chorus  
Crimson vinyl, play it slow,  
Through the static, I still know.  
Every chord, a scar of mine,  
Every note, your favorite line.  

Verse 2  
Flicker lights and radio rain,  
Every night repeats the pain.  
You were rhythm, I was rhyme,  
Lost forever out of time.  

Pre-Chorus  
Spin the needle, let it bleed,  
Love’s a song I’ll never need.  

Chorus  
Crimson vinyl, play it slow,  
Through the static, I still know.  
Every chord, a scar of mine,  
Every note, your favorite line.  

Bridge  
If I break the record clean,  
Will your echo still be seen?  
Through the noise and through the pain,  
Crimson love will play again.  

Final Chorus  
Crimson vinyl, don’t rewind,  
Every track leaves you behind.  
In the dark, your sound still shines,  
Crimson heart of yours and mine.  


Crimson Vinyl

Satin Smoke

Faded Memories

Lost Tape

Alright, here’s the deal: this track is what happens when existential poetry accidentally trips over a synth pad and falls face-first into a puddle of reverb. 🌧️

You think it’s just a chillwave tune? Wrong. It’s the emotional equivalent of standing outside a train station at 16:42, realizing you’ve met the love of your life, but she vanishes into the metro before you can even remember your own Wi-Fi password.

The bass hums like a tired streetlight.
The drums sigh like two coworkers who hate small talk.
And the melody? It flirts with you, then ghosts you like it’s still 2014 on Tinder.

This isn’t just music — it’s an urban mirage, a romantic glitch, a poetic traffic jam in lo-fi slow motion.
Play it when you’re staring out the window pretending your coffee’s an art film. ☕🎧

Because sometimes, love doesn’t leave a number.
It just leaves a timestamp: 16:42

Lyrics:

Outside the station, wind half-tired,
Streetlights hum, the day’s expired.
Two men trade their working sighs,
The air is thin, and reason lies.

Leaves drift slow, the ground half-wet,
Voices fade, but I can’t forget.
A sound — the stairs — a coat — the face,
And time forgets its place.

16:42 — just passing through,
October’s half-light, pale and true.
She caught my glance, and maybe knew —
Then vanished in the hue.

No reason there, no word, no plan,
Just motion meeting where I stand.
Her smile stayed longer than her frame,
The train arrived — it had no name.

And in the crowd’s dissolving tone,
I felt both seen and left alone.
The clock hands blinked — the day moved on,
But something lingered once she’d gone.

16:42 — the day rewound,
October whispered underground.
She smiled, the city made no sound,
Then nothing else was found.

16:42 (October Smile)

Smooth, flirty, nostalgic, and cinematic like 90s teen movie meets modern trap-pop love song. The “Valedictorian” hook ties everything together perfectly, and the Victoria’s Secret A+ “She’s All That” references make it instantly visual. Let’s break it down a bit:
“classy but wild” energy the type of girl that’s smart, sexy, and chaotic in the best way. The little black dress + valedictorian combo makes her sound like beauty with brains but a side of mischief. The song’s tone feels confident, charming, and playful 😈 

She’s both the dream girl and the distraction the “valedictorian” who’s still a “mess.” That paradox is emotionally real.

🎓

Valedictorian

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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.

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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?
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