so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry
ba ba dee da do do do do
zama zuma wah wah woo woo
la la lee sha sha she
moko jala fee fee flo
be la va va rue / neekana my
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

ta ta tee ta to to to to
bamba lamba ooh ooh ah dee
boom boom bah la la lea
siki soko lulu lay
fa ta lala fa ta dote / bye bye
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

la la lee sha sha she
boom boom bah yo yo ye
woko woko tee tee tay
cha cha ime / rhyme in va-vye
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

ra ra ree ra roo roo roo roo
zumba zumba ooh ooh wah wah
say say so dee dee oh
faka luma dee dee do
la la low / go go aghna-na-eye
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

bop bop bop dee dee drop
rum rum roll ta ta top
ziki zoko lapa lee
tick tick ickle / lick ffa nono niye
eaap nap s ozz-le / is-a wa tee tie
cha cha lome / sla an -ey sigh
fa fa fee / lca so lo lo kie- fi
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

da da dee da do do do do
bamba lamba ooh ooh wah wah
way way why ma ooh va rue
mimi momo tee tee tay
ba  bue ba / areto po-to le lie
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

ba ba boo cha cha chu
rum rum rah fa fa fu
zama ziki lulu low
la la le so lo /  go no --ooh di sigh
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

lo lo la la lee lee lee lee
zama zuma woo woo wah dee
yo yo ya ta ta tee
piki piki loma lay
fa fa fame / ame a tie ame a tie
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

la la lee la loo loo loo loo
zumba zumba ooh ooh wah wah
pow pow pla lo lo swa
noko niki tee tee tay
cha cho che tear / tear alta ne my....my
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry

bop bop bop dee dee drop
rum rum roll ta ta top
ziki zoko lapa lee
cha cho che tear / tear alta ne my....my
fa fa fame / ame a tie ame a tie
cha cha chunk / funk and sigh
la la le so lo /  go no --ooh di sigh
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry
la la le so lo /  go no --ooh di sigh
so so lo le saa bye — cry… by — me… cry
all rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder 

More flavors from Spumoni:  https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/spumoni?si=8aeb7d0bb9f74c6ba36b7cb42121525d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Bye Bye  by Spumoni

See the Music Video for this wonder Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYhJLvgY23s

Grreeen-a-yel-a—aah---aaaaah....
ba ba dee da do do do do
zama zuma wah wah woo woo
la la lee sha sha she
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
zip zap zoodle bop / cha cha clash kaboom

ta ta tee ta to to to to
bamba lamba ooh ooh ah dee
boom boom bah la la leap
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
flip flop fizz-a-pop / wah wah whip-a-zoom

la la lee sha sha she
boom boom bah yo yo ye
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red
aah aah oah-a red-a red
Grreeen-a-yel-a-hell-a no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
tick tick boom-a-bang / zip zip zap-a-zoom

ra ra ree ra roo roo roo roo
zumba zumba ooh ooh wah wah
say say so dee dee oh
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
crack crack clatter clash / bop bop bling-a-blow

bop bop bop dee dee drop
rum rum roll ta ta top
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red
aah aah oah-a red-a red
Grreeen-a-yel-a-hell-a no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
zing zing zip-a-zap / pow pow ping-a-pop

da da dee da do do do do
bamba lamba ooh ooh wah wah
way way why ma ooh va rue
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
wham wham wiggle wow / cha cha chunk-a-chew

ba ba boo cha cha chu
rum rum rah fa fa fu
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red
aah aah oah-a red-a red
Grreeen-a-yel-a-hell-a no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
bloop bloop bling-a-bang / zip zip zing-a-zow

lo lo la la lee lee lee lee
zama zuma woo woo wah dee
yo yo ya ta ta tee
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
snap snap sizzle slap / bop bop boom-a-boo

la la lee la loo loo loo loo
zumba zumba ooh ooh wah wah
pow pow pla lo lo swa
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
tick tick trickle trap / cha cha clash-a-crash

bop bop bop dee dee drop
rum rum roll ta ta top
Grreeen-a-yel-a—
no-no oah-a red-a red
aah aah oah-a red-a red
Grreeen-a-yel-a-hell-a no-no oah-a red-a red aah aah
zing zing zap-a-zing / pow pow ping-a-plow


all rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder 

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Color Code by Spumoni

baby, 
I saw your name light up in grayscale tone
Right there between my coffee and my phone
You typed “yo”—I blinked, then hit postpone
Now I’m pacing rooms I used to own
I’m not tryna beg, but I’m losing grip
Every buzz feels like a fingertip
You vanish fast, then you reappear
Still I check my screen like hope lives here
Text text me baby, baby baby please
Just test me baby, I’m down on my knees
I’m not crazy, just caught in the tease
So text me baby, (baby)  baby pleeease 
baby, (baby)  baby
Your last post hit like a sideways glance
Caption said “chill,” but it felt like chance
I liked, I paused, then I missed the dance
Now I’m stuck in scrolls that feel like trance
I’m not tryna chase, but I’m caught in spin
Every dot-dot-dot feels like a win
You read, you wait, then you fade again
Still I whisper “maybe” now and then
Text text me baby, baby baby please
Just test me baby, I’m down on my knees
I’m not crazy, just caught in the tease
So text me baby, (baby) baby pleeease
Maybe I’m just digits in your cloud
But I swear this silence feels too loud
If you tap back once, I’ll write it proud
A song we’ll scream above the crowd
Text text me baby, baby baby please
Just test me baby, I’m down on my knees
I’m not crazy, just caught in the tease
So text me baby, (baby) baby pleeease
baby, (baby)  baby, ...(baby)  ...baby......pleeease.....pleeease

Text Me Baby by  American K-Pop Boys

🔥 SABRINA – The Forbidden Fever 🔥
(Chillwave · Italian Soul · Fever Dreams)

Mama warned me. 🧿
She said: “Ragazzo… don’t play with fire!”
But what do you do when the fire wears red lipstick, smells like danger, and whispers your name at 2:17 AM on a neon-soaked dance floor? 🌙✨

This track is a slow-burn fever — silky chillwave synths, Italian soul vocals, and a groove that slides under your skin like forbidden summer nights.
Sabrina isn’t just a name. It’s a lifestyle. A problem. A religion. 🔥

🎧 Best enjoyed with:
– Flickering city lights outside your window
– An unbuttoned linen shirt
– A glass of dangerously sweet wine
– The quiet fear of Mama finding out

💔 Side effects may include:
✓ Sudden sweating
✓ Uncontrollable na-na-na-ing
✓ Googling “how to survive dangerous delights”

Press play. Let Sabrina burn you slowly.

Lyrics:

Mama said… ragazzo, don’t play with fire…
But fire never danced so sweet…

Fire in her eyes, fever in the air
Body like a rhythm, danger everywhere
Mama tried to warn me, “don’t you cross that line”
But Sabrina’s touch is sweeter than the wine

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Body on the floor, shadows start to bend
Every beat she gives me, drives me to the end
Mama said, “Ragazzo, she will make you fall”
But the rhythm of Sabrina — owns it all

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

“Mmm… la-la… Sabrina…”
Mama, forgive me…
This fire, I cannot escape.

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Sabrina

Splash - I Love You Grześ ( Original )

Saturday. Italy. Existential laziness. 🇮🇹

A chillwave track in Italian for everyone trapped between the desire to live and the need to stay horizontal.

It’s sabato mattina, the coffee’s already cold, clothes are colonizing the floor, and the bed has achieved full gravitational dominance. Outside, life happens. Inside, I’m negotiating peace treaties with dust particles. ✌️

This is music for the professional procrastinators, the “domani, giuro” specialists, and everyone who knows the war between cuore (“stay”) and testa (“go”)… but somehow ends up staying anyway.

🎧 Best enjoyed while:

Holding a cold espresso you swear you’ll reheat later ☕

Staring at the laundry mountain 🏔️

Pretending you’re “just resting your eyes” 😴

Feeling like the main character in your own slow Italian movie 🎬

Put on your headphones. Light a candle. Accept the chaos.
Il disordine è poesia. 🌿

Lyrics:

Sabato mattina, caffè già freddo
La luce entra piano, ma io non mi muovo
Vestiti sparsi, piatti da lavare
Il mio piccolo regno sta per crollare

Il silenzio parla, mi chiede perché
La polvere balla come dentro di me
Tra questo caos e la mia virtù
Volevo vivere… ma resto giù

E lo so, lo so, dovrei alzarmi
Ma il letto mi tiene qui
Bloccato dentro un giro infinito
Tra la polvere e i miei “sì”

Oh, mi perdo nella domenica blu
I muri sussurrano: *"Hai qualcosa da fare…" *
Ma il cuore dice "resta", la testa "vai"
Io resto qui, tra la polvere e noi

Bicchieri vuoti, una sedia che scricchiola
Tutto mi guarda, la stanza mi sfida
Scorro lo schermo, il tempo va
Forse il disordine sparirà

Accendo una candela
Fingo che vada via
Se chiudo gli occhi un po’ più forte
Forse nessuno vedrà bugia

Oh, mi perdo nella domenica blu
I muri gridano: *"Hai qualcosa da fare…" *
Ma il cuore dice "resta", la testa "vai"
Io resto qui, tra la polvere e noi

Tra Polvere e Domenica

Somewhere In Between 🌫️✨

Beneath the heavy skies of Simmering, where gas towers breathe silence and neon lights tremble on wet concrete, time slows down and everything feels suspended. Airplanes rise into the endless gray, carrying dreams toward distant horizons — yet here, between the highways and the rails, the city fades into soft motion and your heart drifts out of frame.

This track captures that strange twilight zone between staying and leaving, between reality and memory. It’s about wandering through empty streets by Sankt Marx, hearing distant echoes from the Gasometer, feeling the cold wind from the Simmeringer Heide… and standing in that fragile space where Vienna ends but the world hasn’t begun yet.

Smooth synths, layered reverbs, and soft vocals float like night air over wet asphalt — melancholic, nostalgic, and weightless.
A song for late-night train rides, rainy terminals, and thoughts that never quite find their landing.

🎧 Put on your headphones. Close your eyes.
This is Somewhere In Between.

Lyrics:

Der Himmel über Simmering,
bleigrau, fast schwerelos,
Gasometer wie Schattenriesen,
der Wind trägt Staub von der Heide.
Zwischen Erdberg und Sankt Marx
verblassen die Nächte,
die Stadt schläft flach,
und alles fühlt sich langsam an.

Flugzeuge steigen irgendwo,
Lichter blinken durch den Dunst,
doch ich bleibe stehen —
am Rand der Welt.

Irgendwo dazwischen,
zwischen Startbahn und Stephansplatz,
zwischen Aufbruch und Zurück,
treibt mein Herz im Zwischenraum.
Irgendwo dazwischen,
verlier’ ich mich im Wind,
so nah am Tor der Welt,
und doch so weit von allem.

Arena flackert leise,
Zentralfriedhof im Dunst,
Straßenbahnen streifen müde
durch den Asphalt der Nacht.
Schwechat ruft von fern,
der Himmel riecht nach Regen,
und ich weiß, ich könnte fliegen —
doch bleib hier, noch einen Tag.

Leise Stimmen, ferne Lichter,
Wellen aus der Ferne wehen,
zwischen Wollen und Vergessen
atmet diese Stadt so schwer.

Irgendwo dazwischen,
zwischen Startbahn und Stephansplatz,
zwischen Aufbruch und Zurück,
treibt mein Herz im Zwischenraum.
Irgendwo dazwischen,
verlier’ ich mich im Wind,
so nah am Tor der Welt,
und doch so weit von allem.

Irgendwo…
dazwischen…
immer dazwischen.

Irgendwo dazwischen

Illusions in the mirror, I trace what isn’t mine
A thousand faces flicker, lost between the lines
I wore a hundred costumes, I danced in borrowed shoes
But every time you near me, I forget what I can’t lose
I disappear, I disappear
No more shadows, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And something new begins to clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
My history’s a puzzle, scattered on the floor
You never asked for answers, just opened up the door
I stepped into the silence, where truth begins to sing
And found my voice inside it, not just echoes in the wings
I disappear, I disappear
No more hiding, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And suddenly it’s crystal clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I was a mime in motion, a magician with no spell
A mask upon a mirror, a secret I couldn’t tell
But you saw through the silence, through the smoke and through the show
And gave me back the pieces I forgot I used to know
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I disappear, I disappear
No more hiding, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And suddenly it’s crystal clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I was a mime in motion, a magician with no spell
A mask upon a mirror, a secret I couldn’t tell
But you saw through the silence, through the smoke and through the show
And gave me back the pieces I forgot I used to know
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
o unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
what love does
what ..love .....does...

What Love Does by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

Twerk was the word, now it’s passé
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny display
Flash that fabric like it’s gold
Show me
Baby
What you sold
You got the moves
I got the beat
Let’s make the night
Incomplete
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Neon lights
Your body speaks
Shadows dancing
Curves that peek
Every step’s a masterpiece
Put on a show
Never cease
You got the vibe
I got the stage
Let’s write a story
Turn the page
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Velvet ropes
And candy lips
You sell the dream
With every twist
Mirror ball
And latex shine
You’re the headline
Every time
You got the look
I got the lens
Let’s break the rules
Forget the trends
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Swipe it fast
Make the moment last
Freaky
Freaky
On the beat
This sale’s wild
Can’t feel defeat
You’re the ad
You’re the tease
You’re the clickbait
On your knees
You’re the product
You’re the pitch
You’re the fantasy
In the glitch
I’m the buyer
You’re the brand
We’re the fire
On demand
This ain’t love
This ain’t fate
It’s a sale
And it’s too late
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat

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G-String by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

Ever tried to meditate on a Siberian sleeper train while your soul is already half-naked, drinking rum in Jamaica? Yeah… me neither. But this track kinda is that.

Imagine: –40°C outside, white breath hanging like little frozen secrets, snowfields blurring into infinity… and inside the cabin, the bass goes dadadadadadada da da da while your third eye is already applying sunscreen. 🥶➡️🌴

This is a dub daydream. The train rattles, the tea’s black, the wolves are probably judging your playlist, and somewhere between Irkutsk and nowhere, you swear you can hear steel wheels whisper:

“Jamaica… Jamaica… warm breeze… warm seas…”

Spoiler: the snow doesn’t melt. But your mind does.

Press play if you wanna:
🔹 Freeze your face but sunburn your soul
🔹 Hear basslines echo through endless birch forests
🔹 Travel 7,000 km without moving your legs
🔹 Taste rum in black tea without asking how

🎵 Artist: Unbekannter Künstler
🎵 Track: Transib Dub Dream
🔊 Mood: Frostbitten grooves, tropical hallucinations

Lyrics:

“Cold steel…
White breath…
Snow… endless snow…
Dadadadadadada… da da da…”

Sleeper car breathing,
Everybody gone…
Heavy boots on frozen ground,
But my mind’s already sunburnt.

Through the glass…
Shadows on the tracks,
Birch trees stretching like whispers,
Siberia in slow motion…

Dadadadadadada da da da… 
Dreaming ‘bout Jamaica,
Heat waves on my skin…
Dadadadadadada da da da… 
But this train keeps rolling,
Deep frost, deep bass within…

Snowfields,
Silent wolves,
Cities you can’t see —
Only smoke from a far-off stove.

Somewhere between Irkutsk and nowhere,
Every station’s just a ghost.
I’m sipping black tea,
But I taste rum on my tongue…

Low filtered voice, fading in & out:
“Jamaica… Jamaica…
Warm breeze… warm seas…
But all I hear…
Dadadadadadada… da da da…”

Dadadadadadada da da da… 
Train’s heartbeat in the night,
Cold hands, warmer dreams…
Dadadadadadada da da da… 
Through Siberian silence,
I ride the bassline to the sea…

“Snow… bass… dream…
Dadadadadadada da da da…”

Jamaica in Siberia

Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic

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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!

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

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