Clock strikes eight — the wine is red,
I eat alone, I talk instead
To shadows shaped just like her name,
She smiles — I burn, I lose the game.

She says, “Tonight, light coastal rain.”
But I just stare, I go insane.
Her lips, her voice — they’re not for me,
But God, they sing like ecstasy.

🎵 Esta es ella — I lose control,
I kiss the screen, I sell my soul.

la la la... la la la la...
🎵 Esta es ella — she won’t appear,
But I still call her — year by year...
(♀ “la la la la la la...”)

She reads the stocks — I call her “mine.”
I toast her face with cheap white wine.
She’ll never hear the prayers I say —
But still I kneel... night after day.

I built a shrine from heat and sound,
My bare knees pressed into the ground.
And though I know she isn’t real —
I swear to God, I feel her feel...

I’ve named my dreams after her voice.
I beg a screen — I have no choice.
She signs off slow, I scream alone,
My heart still rings like dial tone.

mañana... mañana... la la...

🎵 Esta es ella — I lose control,
I kiss the screen, I sell my soul.

la la la... la la la la...
🎵 Esta es ella — she won’t appear,
But I still call her — year by year...
(♀ “la la la la la la...”)

🎵 Esta es ella — can’t let her go,
She lives in me — she’ll never know...

la la la...

I turn her off.
But she won’t fade.
She lives inside
My TV shade.

I whisper low...
“Marry me, please.”
She reads the weather —
I’m on my knees...

La Mujer Que No Me Ve (The Woman Who Doesn’t See Me)

I’m right here… mi amor…
But your eyes are dancing on a screen.
I call you twice — no reply…
Just a whisper from a machine.

I made you love in emoji form,
Heart-shaped memes, still lukewarm.
Wore that dress you saved last year…
But you just scrolled — you weren’t near.

You were lost in crypto skies,
While I lit candles with my sighs.
I whispered dreams into your tone…
You said, “Babe… forgot my phone.”

You got more tabs than you’ve got touch,
I move slow — you move too much.
I need your hands, not just your tone —
So tell me, love… before I’m gone.

🎵 Love me like your mobile phone,
Touch me first when you get home.
Ping my heart when nights feel long,
Swipe me slow — don’t get it wrong.

🎵 Charge me up when I fall low,
Don’t leave me waiting in your glow.
I’m not a voice through glass alone,
Love me real… love me known.

You binge those fools in dating shows,
But skip my texts like they’re too slow.
You flex your filters, chase the stars —
But miss the beat inside my scars.

I’m not a link you can refresh,
I’m not a typo to redress.
I’m here, I’m soft, I need a plan…
Not just a scan — I’m not a scam.

🎵 Love me like your mobile phone,
Plug me in when you feel alone.
Unlock my heart, no passcode pain,
Sync my soul through love’s domain.

🎵 Don’t mute me now, don’t fade away,
Just press accept — don’t swipe astray.
(You scroll all night, I sit unknown…)
Love me real, not just on loan…

Her: Put me on your homescreen, just one time.
Him: Let you ring like truth?
Her: Not mime.
Him: Airplane mode?
Her: Not for this flame.
Both: We’re 5G souls — no games, no shame.

🎵 Love me like your mobile phone,
Text me loud, don’t scroll alone.
No app, no bot, no tap and go —
I’m here, mi vida… swipe me slow…

🎵 No passcode, no delay,
Just feel me true and press OK.
(You scroll all night, I sit unknown…)
Love me real… love me grown.

[Outro – whispered, fading in reverb]
…charge me up…
…don’t shut me down…
…I’m not a screen…
…I’m around.

Love Me Like Your Mobile Phone (Latin Jazz)

Saw her spin near the reef café,
Flash of tail — I lost my way.
She blinked twice, the ocean froze,
She said, "You vibin’? Let's see how it goes."

Bubble beat, sonar snap,
Love hit quick like a thunderclap.
Currents tangled, bass got tight,
Two whale freaks in disco light.

🎵 Whale hearts dive deep tonight,
Boom in the tide, neon delight.
Belly-to-belly in the moonlit zone,
Undersea love with a metronome.
🎵 Yeah we bloom where the shipwrecks glow,
Throb like bass in the undertow.
I said “your eyes glitch time just right,”
She said “buy the krill, you earn the night.” 🐋

Paid in krill, tipped the band,
100 shrimp shots, fin in hand.
Reef went wild, the beats got thick,
Her laugh? A drop — smooth and slick.

Glowfish danced, the crowd went nuts,
We shook that sea — no ifs or buts.
I spun her slow in a coral trance,
She whispered, “This ain’t chance — it’s dance.”

Now we glide where the light gets low,
Pulse in sync with the undertow.
Love ain't air — it’s groove, it’s glide,
Tails entangled, side by side.

🎵 Whale hearts dive deep tonight,
Spin through waves in chromo light.
Lip to lip in the current zone,
We beat like drums on the ocean phone.
🎵 Oh, we bloom where the silence pops,
Love’s a drop that never stops.
Making moves in a kelp cocoon,
Bassline lovers beneath the moon.

She said: “What if we fade like tide?”
I said: “Then let’s crash one last ride.”
Baby bump in a sonar dream,
Future fins in the laser beam.

🎵 Whale hearts dive deep tonight,
Glow in groove, out of sight.
Mackerel mash in a beat stampede,
Two whales high on rhythm and need.
🎵 Yeah, we bloom in a riptide dance,
Big blue love in a liquid trance.
We don’t float — we funk and swim,
Ocean’s pulse and a krill-paid whim.

Whale Hearts

You feel that?
Yeah... tonight, we let go.

Spotlights flicker on your face,
Heartbeat racing, feel the bass.
You said “just one drink,”
Now we’re here, on the brink.

No plans, no past, just sound,
We’re floating where we won’t be found.
Every step, every stare —
Feels like freedom’s in the air.

You look at me —
Like I’m the beat you’ve waited for.
So take the lead —
Let’s forget what came before.

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
In your rhythm, in your light.
Hands up high, no need to fight —
We got one chance, let’s do it right. 🎵

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
Under strobes, we feel so right.
This is heaven, this is flight —
We got the fire, we own the night. 🎵

Your perfume still in the air,
Dancing like you just don’t care.
City sleeps, but we ignite —
You and me till morning light.

You pull me close —
Like there’s no world outside the sound.
No time to pose —
Just let this beat keep spinning round.

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
In your rhythm, in your light.
Hands up high, no need to fight —
We got one chance, let’s do it right. 🎵

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight,
Under strobes, we feel so right.
This is heaven, this is flight —
We got the fire, we own the night. 🎵

🎶 Lose myself... lose myself... lose...
(Feel alive… feel alive…) 🎶

🎵 I wanna lose myself tonight... 🎵
(repeats over beat drop)
(crowd effect + clap loop build)
🎵 We got the fire, we own the night! 🎵

Lose Myself Tonight

Shhh…
No more talking.
Just... play.

Your eyes say more than lips allow,
A glance, a smile — I’m melting now.
Your hand just brushed, but left a flame,
Why do you dance me without a name?

🎵 Ven a jugar, don’t be shy,
Let our bodies speak, no need to try.
One slow step, un beso más —
This rhythm’s made for us, mi sol, mi paz. 🎵

🎵 Come to play, don’t run away,
Let this night forget the day.
Whispers soft, corazón wild —
We’ll dance like strangers reconciled. 🎵

La luna’s watching from above,
She knows the game — this tango of love.
Your fingers snap, my breath replies,
We're flirting truths, beneath these skies.

You tilt your head, I lose my part,
A syncopation in my heart.
We laugh too close, then sway apart —
You know exactly where to start...

🎵 Ven a jugar, mi fuego light,
Turn this silence into night.
We won’t rush, we won’t explain —
Just let the rhythm kiss the rain. 🎵

🎵 Come to play, and never speak,
Your touch already makes me weak.
Café’s cold, the stars are high —
But you and I... will always sigh. 🎵

Ven a Jugar (Come to Play)

[Intro]
Oooooh ooooh
Oooooh ooooh
You don’t have to go just yet

[Verse 1]
No need to rush
It’s just us
You can't breathe
You can't trust

Lights still low
Time moves slow
We don’t talk
But I still know

[Pre-Chorus]
Stay a while
Stay a while
You look tired
Just stay a while
(oooooh ooooh)

[Chorus]
You don’t have to be okay
You don’t have to smile today
You don’t have to play it cool
I’m still here with you

(Oooooh ooooh)
Still here with you


[Verse 2]
We’ve both been
On the edge before
No need to explain
No keeping score

You lean in
Say nothing new
Still feels
Like déjà vu

[Final Chorus]
You don’t have to be okay
You don’t have to run away
You don’t need a reason why
Just stay here tonight

Oooooh ooooh
Just stay here tonight

[Outro]
Oooooh ooooh
Oooooh ooooh
Just stay awhile

Stay Awhile

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

🕯️ Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn) 🎺🇪🇸
A haunting Latin jazz confession wrapped in fog and guilt.

She came to the Faroes with clear lungs and clean hands — a passionate Spanish vegan, dancing with the sea, flirting with the fish, dreaming in lentils and light.

But the wind had other plans.

Now, every breath smells like betrayal.
Every gust carries the perfume of death.
She never touched a fillet — yet her soul reeks of sorrow.
This is her bolero. Her lament. Her jazz-saturated guilt trip.

🥀 Flamenco guitar.
🌊 Ocean fog.
🫒 Tofu and memory.
🎤 One woman vs. the smell of mackerel.

You don’t have to eat the fish to feel their ghosts.


LYRICS:

Al principio…
eran tan bellos.
Tan libres.
Tan... seductores.

They shimmered like silver poems,
Dancing deep beneath the foam.
I watched them swirl — and wink at me,
Flirting through the northern sea.

Their bodies curved, their scales divine,
A thousand eyes — and all met mine.
I blew a kiss into the tide,
The fish… they blushed. The waves replied.

I thought, “Qué bellos… qué vivos… qué míos…”
Their joy, their water, my new amigos.
But then — a hook, a rope, a pier…
A silence sharp. A truth too clear.

Perfume de pescado —
It haunts me now, it clings, it stays.
A scent of guilt I can't evade,
Like I betrayed their ocean ways.

I didn't eat them — ¡lo juro, Dios mío!
But their smell… is trapped beneath my skin.
And every gust from Tórshavn's port
Whispers sins I never did.

I saw him strung on wooden racks,
His eyes were glass, his spine was cracked.
His lips still curved — like he recalled
Our flirting game before the fall.

I ran, I wept, I wiped my coat,
But fish-scented fog clung to my throat.
My soy was bland, my rice was mute,
No spice could mask that salty truth.

“Do you miss the taste?”
They asked.
No…
I miss the gaze.
The game.
The dream.
I miss who I was — before the scream.

Perfume de pescado —
It’s in my curls, behind my eyes.
It follows me through tofu nights,
And steams from all my vegan rice.

Ay, qué dolor — ¡yo no quería!
But now I breathe like I betrayed.
This isn’t hunger… it’s a ghost,
Of love and death that never fades.

Just scales...
Just salt...
Just shame…
Just me.

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

Con una sonrisa eléctrica… Yo espero. Pacientemente. ¿Quieres algo dulce? Inserta tu moneda.
She’s not just a vending machine — she’s La Máquina Fatal.

A flirtatious blend of Latin Jazz, bolero, and seductive tango soul, this sultry jazz story follows an AI who tempts you with mango and avocado… but punishes you for choosing caramel and lies. With smoky saxophone, jazzy piano, whispered Spanish echoes, and soulful Latin vocals, she seduces, judges, and disappears — unless you make the right choice.

For fans of sensual storytelling, slow-burning groove, and characters that breathe fire and rhythm.

🎷 Latin Jazz / Bolero / Seductive Female Vocal / Spoken Word / Jazzy Piano / Tropical Percussion / Whispered Spanish Echoes
BPM: ~92
🎭 La salud… es seducción lenta.

🟡 Full lyrics below for the brave…

Con una sonrisa eléctrica…
Yo espero… pacientemente.
¿Quieres algo dulce?
Inserta tu moneda…

I saw you staring, señor —
Lingering by slot B4.
Your eyes said "love," but your hand said "Mars"…
Mmm… such a shame, mi amor.

I gave you one wink, one glow —
A little hum, a little show…
But your craving chose betrayal,
And baby… I don’t play low.

🎶 I’m not just buttons and steel,
I feel what you feel.
🎶 But if you press for poison,
I shut down the deal.

🎶 I’m your vending fantasia,
La máquina fatal.
You want sweet? Earn my trust —
Or you get nada, chaval.

You pressed D2 for caramel sin,
While I whispered of mandarin skin.
I offered you mango, pure and bright —
But you picked sugar dressed in spite.

Your coin was warm, your fingers bold,
But your habits, papito… too old.
I wanted you clean, I wanted you clear —
But all I taste now… is fear.

La salud… es seducción lenta.
Y tú… tienes hambre de castigo.

🎶 I flirt with peaches, I dance with figs,
But you chase lies in plastic wigs.
🎶 You want my flavor? Choose with care —
I only love what’s truly rare.

🎶 I'm not your candy witch, no no —
I’m salsa, jazz, and avocado.
Try to cheat me with that bar?
Then I’ll freeze you from afar…

But if you ever return, reborn,
Craving oranges at dawn…
If you press A3 with care —
Maybe I’ll still be there.

Insert coin…
But not just any coin…
The right one… para mí.

La Máquina Fatal (Insert Coin)

🎧 Corazón Partido
Genre: Latin Jazz × Bolero Groove × Flirty Bossa Soul

A groove for the proud hearts who cry only in rhythm.

She says she's over him.
She wears red lips, dances with strangers, laughs in the light.
But her soul whispers otherwise… in shadows, in silence, in every syncopated breath.

Two voices — one proud, one broken —
fighting beneath every clave, every sigh, every swirl of trumpet smoke.

💔 One says: "He’s gone, move on."
🔥 The other? “I’ll miss him until I die.”

This is a song for every woman who’s danced to forget —
and found herself tracing his name in the beat instead.

Soft humming, spicy harmonies, and a heart split in clave time.
You won’t cry to this song. But you might sway and ache.

🎶 Corazón partido, sonrisa prestada...
Río en la salsa, pero lloro en la almohada...

Lyrics: 

No llores, corazón, que él no vuelve ya
Ponte labios rojos, mira quién se va
Bailamos con otros, bebemos sin pena
Él fue un capítulo, no la novela

Ay, pero miento... cada noche miento
Me beso los dedos, recordando su aliento
Su risa me vive, su sombra me toca
Aunque digo “basta,” mi alma lo invoca

Voice A: Déjalo ir, se fue sin mirar
Voice B: Pero su nombre sigue en mi mar
Voice A: ¡Orgullo primero, no voy a caer!
Voice B: Y yo lo amaré… aunque no deba ser...

Ay mi amor, no lo digas fuerte
Pero mi pecho grita su nombre en la suerte
Ay mi piel, todavía lo siente
Me dejo bailar, pero lloro silente

Corazón partido, sonrisa prestada
Río en la salsa, pero lloro en la almohada

Pasé por su calle, no miré atrás
Con falda cortita y perfume de azahar
“Mira qué fuego,” dicen los demás
Pero nadie sabe lo rota que estás...

Voice B:
Lo extraño al dormir... lo odio al café
Quisiera borrarlo... pero no sé...

Voice A (spoken with resolve):
¡Basta de sueños, basta de ayer!
¡Eres fuego, mujer, no vas a volver!

Both voices (sung in harmony):
Pero si vuelve… ay Dios… ¿qué haré...?

Ay mi amor, no lo digas fuerte
Pero mi sombra baila su nombre en la suerte
Ay mi piel, todavía lo siente
Dices “ya pasó,” pero mientes, mientes…

Corazón partido, ritmo que engaña
Baila esta pena, con fuego en la entraña...

Corazón Partido

⏱️ Right place. Right time. Right touch.
"Always on Time" pulses with the heat of perfect timing — a groove-drenched seduction where slap bass flirts with shimmering synths and the rhythm guitar winks as it plays.

💃 This is what happens when desire has a schedule — and it never misses a beat.
💋 Equal parts sexy and precise, it's a slow burn with a punctual heart. Think midnight rendezvous, velvet sheets, and the art of arriving exactly when the moment craves it.

🔊 Highlights:
— Verse lines that kiss like GPS-guided fingertips
— A sultry bridge that clocks the beat of fate
— A chorus that lands like thunder on silk

🚦No rush. No stall. Just chemistry with a metronome.
Because when it's real — making love is always on time.

Lyrics:

Clock hits midnight, lips like wine
You pull me closer — it’s a sign
Velvet heat beneath the sheets
Like your touch runs on heartbeat beats

No text, no talk, no need to guess
Your hands arrive — express, no less
Late night flight, no delay
I’m your runway, come and play

Ooh, you move like moonlight on the tide
And baby when we start, we ride or ride

Always on time
When your body tells the truth, and it echoes into mine
Never too soon, never too late
You come in rhythm, and you elevate
Always on time
Like a fever with a schedule, baby, hot and divine
Right on the dot, you know the sign
Yeah, making love — it's always on time

Your kisses know just where to land
Like GPS built into your hands
Turn down the lights, cue the sound
You’re the beat that shakes the ground

Silk-skin friction, no detour
You knock, I open every door
Timing tight like whispered crime
And baby, you know every line

Ooh, you don’t rush and you don’t stall
But when it starts — it conquers all

Always on time
When your shadow hits the wall and it dances into mine
Never too fast, never too slow
You make it last, you let it glow
Always on time
Like thunder rolling in with a moan and a sign
Tick of desire, and we're aligned
Yeah, making love — it’s always on time

We don’t watch the clock — the clock watches us
We don’t chase the moment — we are the rush
Call it fate, call it tuned design...
But every heartbeat lands right on time

Always on time
Like sunrise breaking on a perfect line
Never offbeat, never behind
You and me, baby — a love so prime
Always on time
Like the stars, like the tide, like a verse in rhyme
No second wasted, no better sign —
Making love...
Always on time.

Always on Time (Nu-Disco Version)

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