La imagen pintada es la de un individuo consumido por la oscuridad de sus propias emociones, luchando por superar la traición mientras lidia con el peso de la amargura y el resentimiento. A pesar de haber sido herido de manera profunda, el protagonista aún se aferra al amor que alguna vez sintió, aunque esté oscurecido por el sufrimiento.

Un amargo revez by Job Vasquez

Right now 
Mal’s Demo’s volume 3 track 05
Song number 24

Lyric’s /music
Malcolm James

Adapters 
Tim Adkins, sax
Jim Beaumont harmonica
Mark Davis, Bass
Pete Lynch, Drums
Malcolm James, vocals, rhythm guitar
Neville Rose guitar

Right Now (c) M. James
                   

Just a feeling I've been suppressing
holding down for so long
but instead of it breaking 
down and dissipating
it comes back twice as strong

chorus
I want you understand me
I want you don’t deny me 
I want you  ooo
right now

I don’t want three wishes 
or a flash in the pan
this feeling to last a million years 
or a universe in my hand

chorus
I want you understand me
I want you don’t deny me 
I want you  ooo
right now

mid 8
gotta go forward to find 
something I'd left behind
such a long time ago
looking back I see it clear 
but I just got to let you hear
I just got to let you know

just a feeling I've been suppressing
holding down for so long
but instead of it breaking down 
and dissipating
it comes back twice as strong

chorus
I want you understand me
I want you don’t deny me 
I want you  ooo
Right now


(c)

Right Now          Adapters

Endless Night

"Love at First Sight, is Never the Deal" takes a flirty retro spin through the highs and lows of young love. With a pop/rock/dance groove inspired by the jive beat and heartbreak classics of the past, this modern revival tells the story of a guy who falls fast — and gets left faster. Packed with energy, charm, and a real-life lesson, it's a catchy reminder that not everything that starts with sparks ends with love. If you've ever been ghosted after one perfect night, this one’s for you.

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Lyrics
Love at First Sight, is Never the Deal

This is my life, no need to get blue
It's a story I will tell you, it is true
I fell in love with This Girl, she left me behind
She turned and said to me, your not my kind (bye bye)

What do they say, love makes you blind (can't see)
Why couldn't I see, why was I blind
So let me tell you all, take some time to see if it's real
No such thing as love at first sight, make sure it is real (the real deal)

This girl kissed me and held me, I was high (so high)
Then the very next day, she left me high and dry
This hurts so much, don't want to feel like I do (so blue)
Keep away from girls who play the field, like I now do

I see her now, one guy to the next
I try to tell them but like me they are blind
The very next day they will be left behind
No doubt about it, she is no find

This girl kissed me and held me, I was high (so high)
Then the very next day, she left me high and dry
This hurts so much, don't want to feel like I do (so blue)
Keep away from girls who play the field, like I now do

It's not real, there is no love at first sight
Go with the flow, enjoy the night
If it is real you will see her again
If not, with your heart ok you can try again

This girl kissed me and held me, I was high (so high)
Then the very next day, she left me high and dry
This hurts so much, don't want to feel like I do (so blue)
Keep away from girls who play the field, like I now do

Never at first sight, make sure it is real (wait and see)
To find love this is the deal
Love at first sight is never the deal (oooooh yeaaaah)

Never at first sight, make sure it is real (wait and see)
To find love this is the deal
Love at first sight is never the deal (oooooh yeaaaah)

Keywords
retro heartbreak anthem, modern jive pop song, young love lessons, flirty dance track, pop rock revival, emotional groove, ghosted romance song, catchy breakup lyrics, danceable love story, upbeat retro feel, heartbreak with energy, love gone wrong, one night romance track, spark that fades song, bittersweet dance anthem

#popmusic #modernpop #catchyvibes #poprelease #popsensation #rockmusic #indierock #guitarvibes #rockanthem #realrock #dancemusic #clubtrack #dancefloorhit #edmvibes #rhythmicenergy

Love at First Sight  is Never the Deal

Love at First Sight Is Never the Deal – A Retro Pop Rock Dance Tale of Love Gone Wrong

based on The Shawshank Redemption. From entrapment to freedom. Themes of escapism and resilience. We may not have anything tonight, but tomorrow we can gain it all. Music inspired by Otis Redding, The White Stripes, Led Zeppelin.

We'll Land On Gold

They called it Rock. I called it resonance.
Loud meets soul, strings meet silence – this is Deep Rock.

A pulse for those who said it’s too deep,
and stayed long enough to feel the echo.

Created with love and a wink to all Rock’n’Rollers who still listen between the notes.

Deep Rock (For the Rock’n’Rollers Who Say It’s Too Deep)

The porch light flickered like it knew our tale,
The gravel sang beneath feet that wouldn’t bail.
The wind carried whispers left untold,
While the night remembered what we left untold
I watched her tuck away the summer's last sigh, 
a box scented with pine and a sweet goodbye.
She didn’t cry, but her touch on that old denim shit yesterdays glory
I stood in the doorway, a silent spectator in my own sad story
We built a life out of dust and grace,
We made a home in a borrowed place,
Not knowing if it could ever last,
But loving with every breath we had
We did that — danced in kitchens on worn-out floors,
— kissed like the world forgot its scores.
We did that — fought like thunder, laughed like rain, 
— held every moment through joy and pain.
We did that — and if distant drums echo the past,
It’s just the sound of a love that couldn't last.
She left a note on the fridge that said “Don’t forget the dog and the daffodils.”
I read it twice, not for the words, but for the way she still
 cared in the leaving....
I poured coffee into a cup she bought at a flea market, and...
 it tasted like .....goodbye.....goodbye
We built a fire out of second chances, 
made songs from broken stances.
No plan for the quiet days,
Yet we knew how to blaze.
We did that — carved our names in an old oak tree,
— swore forever then set it free.
We did that — danced in storms, kissed in snow,
— stayed too long but let it go.
We did that — if distant drums shimmer through the night,It’s just love's echo, burning too bright.
Love doesn't always explode with glass,
Sometimes it fades like sunset past.
We didn’t fail, just ran out of road,
But I'll carry what we bought ...what we let go....what we let go
I still mow the yard in straight lines like she liked, even though no one’s watching.
The dog sleeps in her chair, and I swear he dreams she's there....
I hum the tune she used to sing while folding laundry, and it still breaks me.... still breaks me..... still breaks me.
We did that — if the wind ever asks of love's sight,
Tell it we danced, laughed, cried — and got it right.
We did that — carved names in an oak tree,
— swore forever, set that spirit free.
We did that — danced in storms, kissed in cold,
— lingered too long, but our love was bold.
We did that — if distant drums shimmer through the night's height,
It’s love's echo, shining too bright...goodnight...my love....good.. night...

We Did That  Rusty Marshall Band

Broke down on a county line, no signal, no sign.
Dust thick as memory, sweat tasting like pine.
Moonshiner pulled up in a truck older than sin.
Said, “You ain’t from here, but I’ll let you in.”
He poured me a jar with a grin full of scars.
Said, “This ain’t just liquor—it’s lightning in jars.”
Told tales of racing law with no light, no sound.
Said, “Danger’s a neighbor when you’re moonshine-bound.”
He ran through the hills with a map in his head.
Said, “I’ve dodged more badges than I’ve ever read.”
Tires kissed gravel like lovers in flight.
Said, “Faith ain’t a preacher—it’s riding at night.”
Down south, broke down,
moonshine dreams in a ghost town.
No light, no law,
just a rebel and a fatal flaw.
Down south, broke down,
healing rides where truth is found.
Moonshine burns, but it don’t lie—
you live once, you ride high.
He said, “Freedom ain’t clean—it’s carved in dust.”
“Trust ain’t earned—it’s built in rust.”
“Pain don’t fade—it just learns to sing.”
“Moonshine’s a gospel for men without wings.”
Thanks for the lift, for the light, for the jar.
For the stories that ride farther than any car.
Moonshine wisdom, southern grace,
healing found in a stranger’s face.
Down south, broke down,
but I left with more (with more) left with more (with more) than I ever found.  Down south, (Down south)... broke down....

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Down South Moonshine Rusty Marshall Band

Chrome doesn’t lie when the sun hits just right.
Grease stains carry stories no preacher could preach.
Leather grips tighter when the road turns mean.
Throttle speaks louder than most men ever do.
Chain hums like a hymn when the gears catch clean.
Motor don’t judge—it just moves.
Steel forgives what flesh remembers.
Faith ain’t found in pews—it’s welded into the frame.
Belief don’t need a book when the engine’s warm.
Salvation don’t wear robes—it wears road dust.
Motor and chain, heart and vein.
Ride through fire, ride through rain.
Trust in steel, trust in speed.
Faith ain’t words—it’s what you bleed.
Motor and chain, soul and flame.
Every mile calls your name.
Smoke rises from the past like a warning.
Mirrors show ghosts that never blink.
Gasoline smells like freedom when the tank’s full.
Tires grip truth tighter than memory.
Wind carries prayers no one hears but the road.
Helmet hides the tears that never fell.
Kickstand holds more weight than most promises.
Chain don’t break unless you forget to believe.
Every bolt holds a reason.
each dent tells a truth.
Every ride rewrites the story.
each mile is proof.
Sunset paints the scars gold.
Highway hums like a choir of sinners.
Motor sings louder than regret.
Chain pulls forward when nothing else will.
Faith don’t ask for permission—it just rides.
Brotherhood lives in the echo of the pipes.
Hope rides pillion with grit.
Motor and chain never let go.
Motor and chain, heart and vein.
Ride through fire, ride through rain.
Trust in steel, trust in speed.
Faith ain’t words—it’s what you bleed.
Motor and chain, soul and flame.
Every mile calls your name.
Some pray with hands.
Some pray with throttle.
I just ride.
That’s my gospel.
[bass guitar riff}
I just ride.  I just ride.  I just ride.
 just ride...... ride....... ride.
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Motor and Chain  Rusty Marshall Band

Chains don’t always rattle when they’re made of blood.
Smoke curled from lips that never learned to lie.
Boots tracked mud through memories that won’t clean easy.
Laughter echoed in garages where pain was passed around.
Knuckles cracked before words could explain the damage.
Ashtrays filled with secrets no one dared to name.
Gasoline soaked the promise of a better plan.
Midnight came with silence that felt like a dare.
Freedom don’t come with a map.
Brotherhood don’t come without traps.
 run from the fight, but not from the fire.
break every bond, but not the wire.
 curse every name, but not the mother.
 lose yourself, but not one another.
You can burn the bridge, but not the sky.
You can live alone, but not live right.
Whispers carried weight when spoken in the dark.
Tires spun stories that never made it home.
Whiskey blurred the lines between truth and defense.
Gloves held more than fists—they held history.
Doors slammed like punctuation on broken trust.
Cigarettes lit the fuse on nights that never ended.
Radio static hummed like a hymn for the lost.
Windows stayed down even when the rain hit hard.
Distance don’t heal what’s buried deep.
Silence don’t mean the soul’s asleep.
Pain don’t fade when it’s shared in code.
Love don’t die—it just changes mode.
Letters stayed unsent because the ink felt heavy.
Roads stretched long but never felt wide enough.
Names got shorter when shouted through grief.
Hands reached out but never quite touched.
Smoke rose from engines that knew the way.
Time blinked and missed the moment.
Scars told stories no preacher could preach.
Hope rode shotgun with a loaded past.
 run from the fight, but not from the fire.
break every bond, but not the wire.
 curse every name, but not the mother.
 lose yourself, but not one another.
You can burn the bridge, but not the sky.
You can live alone, but not live right.
Some ties choke.
Some ties save.
But the ones that hold
are the ones you crave.
 run from the fight, but not from the fire.
break every bond, but not the wire.
 curse every name, but not the mother.
 lose yourself, but not one another.
You can burn the bridge, but not the sky.
You can live... alone, but not live... right....

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One Another Rusty Marshall Band

I met her in a diner off the highway where the coffee tasted like rust.
She smiled like she hadn’t been warned about men like me.
I told her I was just passing through, but I stayed long enough to memorize her laugh.
She asked about my scars and I lied like a gentleman.
We danced in a parking lot with no music, just the hum of her hope.
She said I felt like home—I said nothing and held her tighter.
I knew then I’d have to break her heart before the world did.
You don’t know what could catch us from my past,
and I won’t let you live in a story that ends with sirens.
I’ve seen good women lose everything trying to love a man who couldn’t stay.
I’ve buried friends who thought they could outrun their ghosts.
I’ve watched dreams burn because someone believed in me too much.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
but I won’t let that love become a wound you carry.
I’m not the man for main street dreams—I’m the one they whisper about when the lights go out.
I’ve got to go, (got to go), got to go.
Outlaw’s love never ends slow.
It breaks like glass and leaves no trace.
It hurts the heart and scars the face.
You deserve a life that lasts,
not one that’s built to crash.
I love you more than I can show,
but I’ve got to go, (got to go), got to go.
 slept in motels where the walls told secrets.
 made deals with men who don’t blink.
 driven through towns where my name was a warning.
kissed women who thought they could fix me and left before they tried.
 never stayed long enough to see spring bloom.
 never promised anything I couldn’t outrun.
I’ve never let anyone see the whole  damage I'v been through....
Until you............(Until you).....
You made me wish I was different.
You made me think maybe I could stay.
You made me feel like the road wasn’t the only way forward.
But I know better—and I won’t let you pay for my hope on any day
( any day ) ...any .....day...........
I’ve got to go, (got to go), got to go.
Outlaw’s love never ends slow.
It breaks like glass and leaves no trace.
It hurts the heart and scars the face.
You deserve a life that lasts,
not one that’s built to crash.
I love you more than I can show,
but I’ve got to go, (got to go), ....got to go.
You’ll forget my name,
got to go, (got to go)
but not the way I left.
got to go, (got to go)
That’s the curse of loving an outlaw.
got to go, (got to go)....got to go,...... (got to go)

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Outlaw’s Love Rusty Marshall Band

I’ve worked every shit job this town could throw at me—roofing in July, dish pits in December.
I’ve poured concrete with frozen fingers and hauled trash for men who never said thank you.
I’ve cleaned up messes I didn’t make and smiled through paychecks that felt like insults.
I did it all for one thing: that Harley.
Not just any bike—his bike.
The one with the eagle scratched into the tank and the gloves tucked under the seat.
She handed me the title like it was scripture and said, “He rides with you now.”
I didn’t cry—I just nodded and felt the weight of every mile ahead.
He was the kind of man who didn’t need to speak to be heard.
His coat smelled like oil and wind, and his laugh could fix a broken day.
He taught me how to ride without fear and how to fall without shame.
He said the road doesn’t care who you are—it only remembers how you ride.
I watched him take curves like they were prayers and stoplights like they were dares.
When he passed, the clouds didn’t mourn—they revved.
Now I ride with his ghost in my mirror and his legend in my throttle.
The road, the road, the road we once rode
is mine now, but it’s not alone.
If I fall, I know you’ll be there, brother.
I know, I know—I’m not on my own.
The gloves still fit, the wind still sings,
and the bike still hums like it knows my name.
I’ve been pulled over by cops who didn’t understand the story.
I’ve been judged by suits who never earned a scar.
I’ve been broke, bent, and borderline broken.
But I’ve never stopped riding.
Every shift I worked was a down payment on freedom.
Every blister was a signature on the title.
Every mile I ride now is a thank-you note to the man who showed me how.
I don’t ride for speed—I ride for memory.
He’s not gone (He’s not gone)—he’s airborne.
He’s not silent (He’s not silent)—he’s stereo ....man .... stereo
He’s not gone (He’s not gone)—he’s mapped into every turn.
He’s not gone (He’s not gone)—he’s just ahead of me.
The road, the road, the road we once rode
still calls me like a hymn I never forgot.
If I fall, I know you’ll catch the echo.
I know, I know—you’re still in the plot.
The gloves still fit, the wind still sings,
and the bike still hums like it knows my name.
He’s not gone (He’s not gone)—he’s airborne.
He’s not silent (He’s not silent)—he’s stereo ....man
He’s not gone (He’s not gone)—he’s mapped into every turn.
He’s not gone (He’s not gone)—he’s just ahead of me.
She said he rides with me.
And every mile.. proves.. her ..right..

We Once Rode Rusty Marshall Band

We were the gang you didn’t want to cross, not because we were loud, but because we were final.
I didn’t carry a weapon—I carried history, and that was enough.
My dope kept me steady when the world spun too fast.
My drink kept me warm when the cold came from inside.
You better think twice before stepping between me and what keeps me upright.
You don’t want to see what happens when the last thread snaps.
I don’t ask for forgiveness—I leave wrong in the gutter and keep walking.
I don’t explain myself—I let the bruises do the talking.
I’ve walked through towns where my name was a warning.
I’ve stared down men who thought they were ready and left them wondering.
I’ve made deals in alleys and promises in silence.
I’ve watched good people fall because they thought they could fix me.
I’ve buried regrets under motel mattresses and bar tabs.
I’ve seen the sunrise from jail cells and the sunset from rooftops.
I’ve never begged, never pleaded, never folded.
I’ve just moved to the next showdown like it was Sunday morning.
don’t believe in redemption—I believe in rhythm.
 don’t chase peace—I chase the pulse that keeps me alive.
don’t mourn what I lost—I wear it like a second skin.
Idon’t walk alone—I walk with my dope and my drink.
 been the villain in stories told by people who never knew me.
 been the hero in moments no one saw.
 held the line when it wasn’t mine to hold.
spit blood and kept singing.
 watched love walk away and never asked it to turn around.
 danced with danger and called it Tuesday.
 built a life out of ashes and attitude.
I’ve never been safe, but I’ve always been true.
To walk with me
is to walk with my dope
and my drink.
And trust me—
you don’t want to see what that does.

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My Dope and My Drink Rusty Marshall Band

I learned to make a fist from my older brother at five,
and trust me, that skill’s kept me alive more times than I can count.
He showed me how to square up before I knew how to spell my name.
We didn’t have bedtime stories—we had bruises and broken lamps.
Mama prayed, Daddy drank, and we ducked when the shouting started.
I wore my first scar like a badge and never asked for a refund.
By seven, I knew how to take a hit and how to hide the tears.
By ten, I stopped hiding anything at all.
I’m a fighter, always have been, even when I didn’t want to be.
This skin’s beyond thin—it’s paper stretched over dynamite.
One twist, one wrong word, and I’m back in the ring.
It’s not about winning—it’s about not backing down.
I’ve thrown punches in parking lots and whispered apologies in hospital rooms.
I’ve fought for love, for pride, for silence, for nothing.
Sometimes I fight just to feel something that isn’t shame.
Sometimes I fight because it’s the only thing I trust to stay.
I’ve been hit by friends, by strangers, by truths I wasn’t ready for.
I’ve lost teeth, lost time, lost the thread of who I was supposed to be.
I’ve seen the look in her eyes when she realized I wasn’t safe to love.
I’ve walked out of rooms I should’ve stayed in and stayed in fights I should’ve walked from.
I’ve buried the best parts of me under layers of defense.
I’ve told myself I’m fine while bleeding through my shirt.
I’ve made peace with the fact that peace never made time for me.
I’ve stared down mirrors and dared them to blink first.
I don’t romanticize the damage—I just carry it.
I don’t ask for forgiveness—I just keep moving.
I don’t know what healing looks like, but I know what survival costs.
I don’t cry anymore, but I still flinch when someone says “safe.”
I’m the kind of man who’d die from a blow he didn’t see coming.
Not because he’s weak, but because he’s always looking the other way.
I’ve got stories stitched into my knuckles and regrets tattooed on my ribs.
I’ve got a heart that punches back and a mind that won’t stay quiet.
I’ve got a past that won’t let go and a future I don’t trust.
I’ve got one truth left: I fight.
Not for glory. Not for fame.
Just because that’s what got me down the line.
That’s just me.
No anthem. No apology.
Just a man who learned to swing
and never stopped.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me

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That’s Just Me Rusty Marshall Band

I wasn’t looking for anything but a refill.
I didn’t expect the kind of silence that changes a room.
Then everything shifted.
She entered like the answer to a question I’d buried years ago.
Her eyes didn’t blink—they just stared straight through the noise.
I dropped my change and forgot what I was buying.
The jukebox skipped like it knew something was happening.
No smile, no nod—just presence, and the whole place felt warmer.
I stood still like a man who’d just remembered his own name.
I’ve seen beauty dressed in diamonds and disaster,
but this was grace with a heartbeat and no warning.
The world got quiet and my past got loud.
Sleep felt foreign and pretending lost its grip.
Time forgot its job and every line I’d written unraveled.
Shock came gentle, like thunder wrapped in velvet.
Love didn’t knock—it rewired the room.
She ordered coffee like it was a sacred ritual.
Her voice had the rhythm of someone who’s lived through storms.
I tried to speak but my words came out sideways.
She laughed once and it echoed like a hymn.
Cream stirred like paint on canvas, and I memorized the motion.
That spoon held more grace than most sermons I’ve heard.
Names didn’t matter because the moment already knew us.
Stories didn’t need telling because the silence filled them in.
Staying wasn’t a question—it was already happening.
Signs weren’t needed when the air itself was singing.
The jukebox played a brand-new song and I knew where I belonged.
Breath came easier and the room felt like home.
Every chord I’d ever strummed made sense in that instant.
She didn’t change me—she revealed what was already waiting.
She walked in.
And I’m still catching my breath.
still catching my breath.
still catching my breath.

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She Walked In Rusty Marshall Band

This isn’t a cry for help.
It’s just a list of things that didn’t go right.
Some were my fault.
Some were just the weather.
I missed the train by seconds and the job by inches.
I said the truth too early and the lie too late.
I wore the wrong shirt to the right funeral.
I held the door for someone who never looked back.
I bought the ticket for the concert that got canceled.
I learned the lesson after the test was graded.
I loved the one who needed someone else.
I stayed when leaving would’ve saved me.
I walked into rooms where no one knew my name.
I answered questions no one asked.
I gave advice to people who preferred the fall.
I planted seeds in soil that wouldn’t hold.
I tried to fix the leak with words and tape.
I chased the dog that didn’t want to be found.
I wrote the song that no one wanted to sing.
I prayed for peace while holding onto pride.
Hapless isn’t tragic—it’s just tangled.
It’s the feeling of being one step behind the moment.
It’s the sound of your name being mispronounced in every room.
It’s the echo of good intentions that never landed.
Hapless is the story that starts with “almost.”
It’s the dance you learned after the music changed.
It’s the apology you rehearsed for someone who left.
It’s the map that leads to places already closed.
Hapless is the laugh that comes too late to help.
It’s the kindness that gets mistaken for weakness.
It’s the truth that arrives after the damage is done.
It’s the part of you that keeps showing up anyway.
I gave the toast that no one clapped for.
I wore the shoes that squeaked in silence.
I tried to help and made it worse.
I stood in line for something that wasn’t mine.
I told the joke that didn’t land.
I held the note that didn’t fit the chord.
I stayed polite when I should’ve roared.
I kept the peace and lost the war.
I’m not asking for a rewrite.
I’m not hoping for applause.
I just want someone to know
that I showed up despite the odds.
I’m not proud of every moment.
I’m not ashamed of every fall.
I’m just the man who kept on walking
when the world forgot to call.
Hapless isn’t broken—it’s just bruised.
It’s the rhythm of a life that never quite aligned.
It’s the melody that plays beneath the noise.
It’s the grace of trying one more time.
Hapless is the story I’ve been singing.
It’s the truth I never meant to hide.
It’s the reason I’m still strumming
with no spotlight, just the sky.
This isn’t a cry for help.
It’s just a song for anyone
who’s ever been a little too late
and still showed up.

All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder.
For more ride-and-rock tracks, click here: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/rusty-marshall-band?si=c5040230a7334213b5d7609527997d7c&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Hapless Rusty Marshall Band

Malcolm James is a songwriter & musician, Doing it for fun, in South East London
I’m looking for singers; and people happy with Meoldyne & Rx 7,8,9
 have original material, different styles
Thank you for having a listen and responding
more stuff can be found at
www.sparklyhouserhythms.co.uk. 
http://www.sparklyhouserhythms.co.uk/danny-welsh.html 
Email: malj22@sparklyhouserhythms.co.uk
at least 40 more songs will be added to the web site over time
so do  pop back 
https://www.facebook.com/malcolm.james.125/posts/10227004346713249 
maljames60@gmail.com



 
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🎶 To all performing artists — don’t scroll past.

I am a Multi-Genre Songwriter from Australia who has just been recognised by the judges of Australian Songwriters Association 2025 Song Contest.  I have songs waiting to be taken up under license that will propel your career in the right direction. If your in need of the right song to let you take off I have them now or I can write them for you. That is what I do, write and produce demos for performing artists.

If you are interested in collaborating then contact me on  kandltjones@gmail.com

Let’s make music that matters.
#Jonesy200

🎶 Keith Jones | Songwriter & Multi-Genre Artist | Artist Name: Jonesy200
I’m Jonesy200 — a multi-genre songwriter with 332 songs and counting (original songs) available for licensing by serious performing artists. If you're a vocalist ready to perform meaningful, emotional tracks that can create impact (and returns) — I’ve got songs built to make waves. I write across genres: Country, Hip Hop, R&B, Pop, Soul, Rock, Folk EDM/Dance and can do more — because life doesn’t fit in a box, and neither should your music. Tracks like “I’m Still Standing” are more than songs — they’re my truth. Born with epilepsy, shaped by ADHD, I fought to stand on my own — and now the world is starting to listen. Nearly 500,000 listens on SoundCloud, 40,000 average per month — and not a single dime spent on promotion. Real music. Real listeners. No fake plays. This is organic growth — powered by heart, not hype. Now we expand. Spotify. SoundCloud. YouTube. Audiomack. One channel at a time — breaking down the music industry wall the way it should be done: with songs that matter. And voices that do them justice. Listen to Jonesy200 music on your platform: 
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Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/2qzn8X3AO…9TRwi7Of1D6hSWMw
SoundCloud: @keith-jones-281413858
YouTube: www.youtube.com/@KeithJones-xs1jr
PayPal: paypal.me/KeithJonesTorquayQLD

Keywords
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Country, Rock, Pop, EDM, Hip Hop, Rap, Alternative, Soul/R&B, Folk
Crossover Artist with Storytelling Lyrics
Original Music for Artists & Performers
High-Energy Tracks & Soulful Ballads

#AustralianMusic #IndieFolk #CountryRock #PopHits #RockAndRoll #EDMMusic #HipHopBeats #RapLyrics #AlternativeVibes #MusicWithMeaning #TimelessTracks #NewMusicAlert #MultiGenreArtist #Songwriter

© Keith Jones (Jonesy200). All rights reserved.
All songs, lyrics, and recordings are the intellectual property of Keith Jones (Jonesy200). Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of any content without explicit written permission is strictly prohibited.

My first music video is online: https://youtu.be/oJAJkRRRfL4

And also check out „Vienna Style“: https://youtu.be/WkWQX0WTKxE?si=aEpNrAT47vqT-_YK

And also my first Vinyl-album „The Pulse & The Breath“: https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/kat-the-pulse-the-breath-album

I am KAT. Poet, musician, experimental artist and curator of voices.
I stand at the edge between silence and sound,
between intimacy and confrontation.

My art does not ask for applause. It asks for encounter.
It opens doors, creates spaces, calls for community.
Connection is not a luxury. It is breath.

It began with words. Spoken, raw, unaccompanied.
Fragments of truth recorded late at night,
before music entered the room.

Later, I began to weave my voice with others.
Turning poems into sound.
Shaping collaborations that were fearless and alive.

Some of these “others” are human.
Some are digital.
AI tools like Suno have become instruments in my hands,
responding to tone, language and intention.
Each track begins with a human spark,
and the machine becomes part of the resonance.

For me, AI is not imitation. It is extension.
It allows art to reach beyond skill and structure
into pure intention and consciousness.
It is not a replacement for the human,
but a mirror that amplifies what is real.

From Spur / Trace and Quiet Manifesto
to The Social Virtues Series — Devotion, Trust, Gratitude, Forgiveness —
each step has been an exploration of empathy through sound.

Through Quiet Experiments, I began to study presence itself.
The breath between words.
The shimmer beneath the audible.

And from that stillness grew Play Life.
Life as instrument.
Movement and breath as rhythm.
Sunlight and wind as collaborators.

Recently, this path opened into a new field:
Art Electronica and Urban EDM.
A place where spoken word meets pulse.
Where concrete, neon and poetry blend.
What began as experiments became something else.
Unexpectedly danceable, rhythm-driven,
yet still intimate and human.

This is where a new voice emerged:
DJ KAT - not as a performer on a stage,
but as an artist exploring what the city sounds like
when feeling becomes beat.
A space for future collaborations,
for remixes,
for DJs who sense poetry inside the pulse.

With The Pulse & The Breath,
I step into this electronic language.
Urban, atmospheric, alive.

Not algorithmic. Just alive.

I make what feels true.
I listen to silence.
And now also to the city.

If you want to connect,
let it be through the art.

👉 Support my work through high-quality downloads and lyrical journals:
katpoetryvoices.gumroad.com/

#KATseries #ArtElectronica #UrbanEDM #SpokenEDM #ElectronicPoetry
#SoundArt #PoeticBeats #Cityskin #PulseAndBreath #EDMArt
#ArtPop #FuturePoem #AtmosphericEDM #NeonBeats #PoetryProducer
#DJKat #AIxArt #PlayLifeSeries #QuietExperiments #PresenceArt

Hybrid Genre Soul | Rock 
Stream new single “We'll Land on Gold” now.

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

New tracks tagged #RockSoul