straighten my curls

Lighthouse by Rhapsody Seven

The ocean sighs, a widow’s breath,
Against the stones where time forgets.
A lantern swings, his fragile flame,
The keeper lost, without a name.

He tends the light each sleepless night,
Though no ships sail, no horns reply.
Salt-stung eyes scan endless gray,
For voices swallowed by the spray.

The walls are cracked, the stairs unkind,
The glass reflects a younger mind.
He hums a song no one will hear,
And writes in logs to ghosts, my dear.

He writes of storms, of stars grown dim,
Of dreams that drown and cling to him.
The radio whispers static lies,
The waves respond with lullabies.

One final storm, its fury bold,
He trims the wick, the night grows cold.
He climbs the steps, the gale a drum,
The light goes dark, and he is gone.

The sea reclaims what men once knew,
A lighthouse fades into the blue.
But somewhere far, forever more,
The light will burn beyond the shore.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

Lighthouse

How Do U Change A Mind? by Star System Legal

Cautious shadows crawl the ceiling,
Spider-silk threads of doubt unwind.
Eyes like lanterns, walls are breathing,
Laughter drips like wax in time.

Copper air and static thunder,
Pulse a war drum in my chest.
I’m the ghost I can’t outrun here,
Chained to wheels that never rest.

I whisper through the static,
This is just a ride.
This is just a slide through the night,
But the mirrors crack and shiver,
And reason flickers out of sight.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?

The floor melts soft like candle tallow,
Rooms dissolve in swirling haze.
Every door a darker hollow,
Every window, haunted gaze.

I reach for threads of golden reason,
But they slip between my hands.
Oh, if I could hold the sunlight,
Would I light this dying land.

I whisper through the static,
This is just a ride.
The ghosts will fade with the tide,
But my voice is thin as paper,
And I circle flame like moths that died.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?

The clock ticks backward in this house,
The colors swirl, they fade, they scream.
But dawn waits there behind the hallway,
If I could hold my own reflection,
I’d say, wait, don’t fold.
It’s just a ride.
Just a ride...
Just a ride...
Just a ride.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

How Do You Change A Mind?

How Do U Change A Mind?

It Calls by Rhapsody Seven

It hums… it hums…
The spark… the flame…

Right, to the left, put your hands in the air.
They sway, they sway, they sway.
Sinners in the shadows, preachers in prayer.
They kneel, they kneel, they kneel.
Cat moms, dog dads, moving in time.
They spin, they spin, they spin.
Criminals, cops, both dance in a line.
They fine, they rhyme, they mime.
City kids, country folks, side by side.
They shout, they shout, they shout.
Rich in silk, poor with pride.
They dance, they dance, they dance.

One beat, one beat.
One spark, one spark.
One breath, one breath.
In the dark, in the dark.
It moves, it moves.
It pulls, it pulls.
It burns, it burns.
It rules, it rules.

A thread in the dark.
It hums, it hums, it hums.
A flicker of flame.
It burns, it burns, it burns.
A current beneath.
It rules, it rules, it rules.
The shimmer, the spark
It shines, it shines, it shines.
A whisper in stone.
It echoes, it echoes, it echoes.
A tremble in bone.
It shakes, it shakes, it shakes.
A breath in the void.
It breathes, it breathes, it breathes.
The echo, the moan.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

Bosses and workers, lost in the sway.
They move, they move, they move.
Dreamers and cynics, both led astray.
They float, they float, they float.
Tattooed rebels, suits in the back.
They clash, they clash, they clash.
Broken hearts and lovers intact.
They heal, they heal, they heal.
Gamers, jocks, writers, and queens.
They play, they play, they play.
Old souls, young dreams.
They fade, they fade, they fade.

One beat, one beat.
One spark, one spark.
One breath, one breath.
In the dark, in the dark.
It moves, it moves.
It pulls, it pulls.
It burns, it burns.
It rules, it rules.

A thread in the dark.
It hums, it hums, it hums.
A flicker of flame.
It burns, it burns, it burns.
A current beneath.
It rules, it rules, it rules.
The shimmer, the spark
It shines, it shines, it shines.
A whisper in stone.
It echoes, it echoes, it echoes.
A tremble in bone.
It shakes, it shakes, it shakes.
A breath in the void.
It breathes, it breathes, it breathes.
The echo, the moan.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

It calls, it calls, it calls.

No flag, no flag.
No name, no name.
No side, no side.
No blame, no blame.
No face, no face.
No claim, no claim.
Just the beat, just the beat.
Just the flame, just the flame.

It hums.
It moves. 
It shines. 
It burns.

A thread in the dark.
It hums, it hums, it hums.
A flicker of flame.
It burns, it burns, it burns.
A current beneath.
It rules, it rules, it rules.
The shimmer, the spark
It shines, it shines, it shines.
A whisper in stone.
It echoes, it echoes, it echoes.
A tremble in bone.
It shakes, it shakes, it shakes.
A breath in the void.
It breathes, it breathes, it breathes.
The echo, the moan.

It calls, it calls, it calls.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

It Calls

When I Want To by Myrtle Beach Moonshine

Pulled up slow, key on the dash,
Cold glass, streetlight flash.
Heartbeat low, waiting in the dark,
Outside calls, but I hold my mark.

Clock’s is ticking, I'm not there,
Let me check... I’m nowhere.
Nowhere.

I’ll go in when I want to,
Not a second too soon.
I’ll go in when I want to,
I’m not rushing through.

Not rushing through.

Hands on the wheel, cold to the touch,
Glass fogged up, thinking too much.
I know what waits behind that door,
But I don’t move, no way, no more.

Clock’s still ticking, I don’t care,
Let ‘em wait, I’m not there.

I’ll go in when I want to,
Not a second too soon.
I’ll go in when I want to,
I’m not rushing through.

Not rushing through.

I’ll go in when I want to,
When I want to.
I might never go.
I might go right now.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
When I want to.
I’ll go in when I want to.
When I want to.

I’ll go in when I want to,
Not a second too soon.
I’ll go in when I want to,
I’m not rushing through.

I’ll go in when I want to.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

When I Want To

I Don't See Nothin' by Harmony Bubble

Cold breath curl in the midnight air,
Chrome grill glare cuts a steady stare.
Swinging wider, for the cheers,
Footsteps pounding but nobody steers.

Starlight traces deep in the wall,
Quantum discothèque, time is small,
Street hums lullaby sewn in stone,
All is lost, but me alone.

Just patterns in my head,
Just fragments of my head.

I don’t see nothin’ but the weight on my chest.
I don’t see nothin’ but the cold in my breath.
I don’t see nothin’ but the walls in my head.
I don’t see nothin’, that's all I said.

Footsteps slow on the midnight street,
Heartbeats kick like a drum's defeat,
Eyes move up, no face, no name,
Just the pulse of the night and the sound of the rain.

Glass on the curb, cuts deep in the sole,
Blood on the laces, like the prophesy told,
Visions in the smoke drift high, fade slow,
Another day gone, another seed won’t grow.

Just I'm lost in my head,
The remnants of my head.

I don’t see nothin’ but the weight on my chest.
I don’t see nothin’ but the cold in my breath.
I don’t see nothin’ but the walls in my head.
I don’t see nothin’, that's all I said.

I rose from the gutter, got dirt on my shoes,
Learned the game from the bottom, now I’m payin' my dues,
Had my face in the mud, now I’m stackin' the blues,
Kept my head in the fire, now I’m bendin' the rules.

I don’t trip, I don’t stress, I don’t play for the small,
Put the weight on my chest, now I’m standin' up tall,
Kept my eyes on the prize, while they wait on the fall,
You can talk all you want, I just ball through it all.

Cut the losses, stay tight, let the numbers align,
Had to weather the storm just to sharpen the shine,
I don’t sell ‘em a wish, I just show ‘em the grind,
Lookin' back in the glass, I see a champion’s mind.

We been through the worst, now we claimin' the best,
Put the work in the dirt, now it’s diamonds we press,
They flex for the clicks, we flex for the checks,
It's the realest talk, gotta earn that respect.

Hold tight...
Hold tight...

Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Rose up from the cold.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Turned dust into gold.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Stayed sharp, stayed bold.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Played the game, took control.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Stars shine when it’s dark.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Forged fire from the spark.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Built my name with the heart.
Yeah... yeah... yeah...
Played my hand from the start.

I don’t see nothin’ but the gold on my chest.
I don’t see nothin’ but the way that I'm blessed.
I don’t see nothin’ but the world that I dreamed.
I don’t see nothin’.

Nope, not what it seemed.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

I Don't See Nothin'

Pure-Hearted By Harmony Bubble

You didn’t draw the shape you walk in,
Didn’t stitch the fears you fight.
You were born inside a story,
Half in shadow, half in light.
They taught you how to smile for silence,
How to hide what hurts too deep.
But you were only ever trying,
To make it safe enough to sleep.

If no one ever told you,
You’ve done the best you can.
Then hear it now, from someone,
Who really understands.

It’s not your fault you came here broken,
Wearing armor just to breathe.
You were handed all these shadows,
Long before you had the keys.
So do the best with what you carry,
And don’t cause someone else to fall.
You didn’t make the engine, love,
But still you ran through it all.

You didn’t choose the voice that haunts you,
Or the rage that won’t let go.
You didn’t plant the seeds of sorrow,
That your body came to know.
They told you to be stronger sooner,
Told you, “Stand up, don’t complain.”
But you were walking through a thunderstorm,
And they only saw the rain.

So lay that burden down now,
It never did belong.
You didn’t make yourself this way.
But you’ve been trying all along.

It’s not your fault you came here broken,
Wearing armor just to breathe.
You were handed all these shadows
Long before you had the keys.
So do the best with what you carry,
And don’t cause someone else to fall.
You didn’t make the engine, love,
But still you ran through it all.

You're not a glitch. You’re not a sin.
You’re not what happened way back then.
You’re not the blame that others passed,
You're not the questions they never asked.

You didn’t choose the weight you shoulder,
Didn’t set the world on fire.
But still you’ve tried, still you’ve cared,
Still you’ve walked out of the mire.
So live with grace, and leave the shame—
It never fit you well.
You're not the one who wrote this frame.
You just wore it… 
                    ...and gave it hell.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music group.  All rights reserved.

Pure-Hearted

“WORTH IT” is about one of those situations where you give your all to someone who, in the end, just wasn’t worth it. It’s emotional but honest — smooth melodies with a raw message underneath. I wrote and structured the whole track myself, keeping it melodic and floaty while still hitting that real, reflective tone.

WORTH IT

Worth It

Yo, listen up, world—Xyloquint, that magical alchemist of beats and vibes, just dropped this funky pop single that's like a whirlwind of harmonious wizardry, groovy bass twists, and hook-mastery all smashed together into pure ear-candy gold! Picture this: a track that turns a simple grocery store mishap into an epic tale of instant infatuation, centered around the Gala apple—the sweetest, juiciest bite of fate you'll ever crunch into. It's got those layered vocal acrobatics that soar like a choir of angels on a caffeine high, funky rhythms that make your hips groove without permission, and choruses so catchy they'll loop in your brain like a never-ending dance party. The lyrics? Oh man, they're a whimsical rollercoaster—painting that electric moment when two hands collide over a red apple, sparking a fire of "what ifs" and sheepish grins. It's passionate, playful poetry about that one glance that etches itself in your soul, leaving you wandering aisles forever smitten. If unrequited crushes had a soundtrack, this is it: sweet, sparkly, and totally addictive—grab your headphones and let the Gala magic take over!

Lyrics: Apple Spark seed (Padgett’s Market Fire – Gala seed Edition)

I reached for the apple, ripe red and bold,
Your hand met mine in a story untold—
Fingers entwined in a flash of pure fire,
A spark that ignited my deepest desire.
You smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry,” your voice soft and sweet,
Like honey on fire, a passionate treat—
Eyes dancing with warmth, a welcoming gleam,
Crinkling like stars in a midnight dream.
“No, no—you take it,” I urged with a grin,
But inside I burned where your touch had been—
Gentle and fleeting, yet etched in my soul,
A velvet caress that made my heart whole.
Your scent lingered on, vanilla and rain,
A whisper of spring in the market’s domain—
Scarves swirling red like a lover’s wild call,
You vanished in crowds, but I felt it all.
Now closing my eyes, your face is etched in my mind’s eye,
A quiet engraving, no need for the sky—
I dream of that moment, the aisle soft and near,
Our hands brushing apples, dissolving all fear.
Your gentle “sorry,” that look warm and true,
Circles my thoughts like a soft morning dew—
I drift through each Saturday, cart rolling slow,
Searching for a sheepish grin in the faces I saw.
Will chance bring us back, in that exact moment again?
Your smile, your warmth—I still wonder what is your name.
In this hush of remembering, I quietly stay,
Holding the spark that won’t fade away.
And in every small breath, I carry that glance—
Smitten, content, in the hush of this unexpected romance.

Apple Spark Seed (Padgett’s Market Fire – Gala apple Edition)

Hey, groove squad—Xyloquint, the ultimate sonic sorcerer, has conjured up this funky pop banger that's a explosive fusion of sky-high vocal flips, basslines that slink and swing like nobody's business, and hooks so sticky they'll hijack your playlist for days! Imagine a tune that spins a everyday supermarket slip-up into a heart-racing saga of love at first touch, spotlighting the Fuji apple—that crisp, explosively juicy gem that's like biting into destiny with a snap! But hold on, the real showstopper? Those rip-roaring guitar solos that shred through the mix—complex, beautiful beasts that twist and soar with mind-bending beauty, leaving you breathless and begging for replay. The lyrics are a total joyride: whimsical verses that capture that zing when hands meet over a red Fuji, igniting a wildfire of "sorry"s, sheepish grins, and endless what-ifs. It's raw, romantic wordplay about a glance that carves itself into your core, turning Saturday shopping into a lifelong quest for that one spark. If crushes were electric guitars, this track would be the ultimate solo—crisp, captivating, and utterly unputdownable—plug in and let the Fuji frenzy hit!

Lyrics: Apple Spark (Padgett’s Market Fire – Fuji Apple Edition)

I reached for the apple, ripe red and bold,
Your hand met mine in a story untold—
Fingers entwined in a flash of pure fire,
A spark that ignited my deepest desire.

You smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry,” your voice soft and sweet,
Like honey on fire, a passionate treat—
Eyes dancing with warmth, a welcoming gleam,
Crinkling like stars in a midnight dream.

“No, no—you take it,” I urged with a grin,
But inside I burned where your touch had been—
Gentle and fleeting, yet etched in my soul,
A velvet caress that made my heart whole.

Your scent lingered on, vanilla and rain,
A whisper of spring in the market’s domain—
Scarves swirling red like a lover’s wild call,
You vanished in crowds, but I felt it all.

Now closing my eyes, your face is etched in my mind’s eye,
A quiet engraving, no need for the sky—
I dream of that moment, the aisle soft and near,
Our hands brushing apples, dissolving all fear.

Your gentle “sorry,” that look warm and true,
Circles my thoughts like a soft morning dew—
I drift through each Saturday, cart rolling slow,

Searching for a sheepish grin in the faces I saw.
Will chance bring us back, in that exact moment again?
Your smile, your warmth—I still wonder what is your name.
In this hush of remembering, I quietly stay,

Holding the spark that won’t fade away.
And in every small breath, I carry that glance—
Smitten, content, in the hush of this unexpected romance.

Apple Spark (Padgett’s Market Fire – Fuji apple Edition)

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