pimpghost on the beat <3 111, euhhhh….

I’ve been up all night thinking bout the boulevard
Staring at the city in the passenger of your car
If it ain’t you I don’t want nobody else
Chilling all alone I just be all by myself 

Always on your phone but you never put it on me
What I gotta do to get you up out of my dreams
Think, meditate, manifest you in reality
In reality in reality

All those girls on yourself
They won’t be no help

You got no self control
You can’t be on your own 

I can’t take that sunshine from your eyes :(
I just you stay here by my side <3
You know I’m always down down down for a ride
Are you coming to my house tonight??

I can lay you down and do you right.
Always getting lost up in your eyes 
Are you coming to my house tonight?
U coming to my house tonight? ;)
Bieeee ^w^

u coming to my house tonight? ;)

Written on the road, living out of hotels. Feeling the isolation, I was inspired to write this post-pandemic, post-apocalyptic vibe track about a world of isolation and chaos. Picture this: a desert landscape, open highway survival drive anthem.

Angelic Perret's Album

Vagrants on the Highway

Without You

The Weeknd's "The Birds interlude" is the cover I have released. This song has never been released by The Weeknd and has only been performed at a few of his early shows. I added my own style and twist but still kept the beautiful concept that The Weeknd has behind it.

Interlude (The Birds)

Glad that you're gone

You're Mine

Proud Of

The Crush Realm is a dating song of the 2020s, equally careless and chaotic, playful, experimental electro-pop with acoustic elements, piano, and vocal sampling in disharmonic combinations with alt-rock/pop elements that are oddly satisfying.

The Crush Realm

A song I wrote about 2 years ago when I was very sick. I wanted to share this piece because moving on is real and time passes fast. don't lose hope if that's ur case. x

tears

We Belong Together - Mariah Carey (Acapella Cover)

Story of a woman who left home to fulfill her big dreams only to realize she left her greatest treasure behind, her soul mate.  

Kimberly Forness Wilson - On The Road Home

Third times a charm,
That why you disappeared?
Couldn’t touch the warmth,
Maybe that’s why it’s been years
Maybe that’s why it’s been years
Maybe that’s why 

I been waiting 
Wanna come
Staying up late feeling numb
Check my phone a million times
I can taste the sweet divide

It’s the worst in the morning
I need a hit by the afternoon
Almost forget in the evening
But in the late night you come through

It’s the worst in the morning
I need a hit by the afternoon
Almost forget in the evening
But in the late night you come through
Through
Through

What’s longing
But piles of unsaid thoughts
Stored in memory
Say you up baby hit that spot
Say you up baby hit that spot
Say you up baby hit that

I been waiting 
Wanna come
Staying up late feeling numb
Check my phone a million times
I can taste the sweet divide

It’s the worst in the morning
I need a hit by the afternoon
Almost forget in the evening
But in the late night you come through

It’s the worst in the morning
I need a hit by the afternoon
Almost forget in the evening
But in the late night you come through
Through
Through

It’s the worst in the morning
I need a hit by the afternoon
Almost forget in the evening
But in the late night you come through

It’s the worst in the morning
I need a hit by the afternoon
Almost forget in the evening
But in the late night you come through
Through
Through

Written by: Jordan Corey
Produced by: Jordan Corey + Ryan Aicklen 
Mix + Master: Rich Lonbay
Keys: Jason Goldstein
Artwork: Robert Tulchin


647AM

"Letters I Never Sent" feels like a forgotten letter written by the soul of Violet Evergarden, but sung by Anissa Boualem. It’s not just about what’s lost, it’s about what lives on through words unsaid. A fragile yet powerful ballad where memory meets melody.

This song, for Anissa, is not just a tribute, it’s her own letter, written not by love, but by love itself.

Lyrics :

Anissa Boualem – Letters I Never Sent

Verse 1
I wrote your name a thousand times
In air, in ash, in passing time
But never dared to post the page
Afraid my truth would sound like rage

Verse 2
I stitched my pain in every line
A silent ink I called ‘divine’
You see me smile, but can’t decode
The war I wage behind the code

Chorus
These are the letters I never sent
Folded with tears and good intent
I’m not the girl I used to be
But every word still carries me

Verse 3
Hearts like ours were made to write
To speak through songs, to breathe through night
I watched you fade like autumn rain
But never learned to voice the pain

Bridge
If I said I loved you once
Would it echo now, or fall like dust?
If I held your hand too tight
Was it weakness… or was it right?

Chorus (bis)
These are the letters I never sent
To you, to me, to who I meant
They’re flying now, like wings unchained
And I forgive what still remained

Outro (a cappella)
So if you ever find this line…
Know I loved you.
In silence.
In rhyme.


Lyricist : Anissa Boualem


Letters I Never Sent

This is a take on a modern "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and "Sports Car".  What kind of song would I want to listen to that had some grit but was still clean and was also about unwinding at the end of a long, hard day??  This one! 

Wanna Have Some Fun (Demo)

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Creative people, unique people, adventurers, welcome. 💀👻🎶💫🧛‍♂️

Also any locals to Vegas or LA who would be interested in starting up a band, give a shout.

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Born in Marseille and now based in Paris, Anisa Boualem is a 31-year-old French-Algerian singer who turns emotions into melodies like secrets whispered to the sky. With a voice both fragile and fearless, she navigates genres like chanson, soul, electro-folk, and modern French touch. Her music walks a line between dream and confession, southern sun and northern twilight. Anisa doesn’t sing to be heard she sings to make silence resonate.


Née à Marseille, bercée par les vagues et les voix du sud, Anisa Boualem est une chanteuse française d’origine algérienne, installée aujourd’hui à Paris. À 31 ans, elle compose des chansons comme on raconte des secrets à la lune. Anisa jongle avec les genres chanson française, soul, jazz, électro organique et sa voix tantôt douce, tantôt rugueuse, évoque les silences pleins, les souvenirs qui dansent, et les émotions à fleur de peau. Son art est une passerelle entre les rives : entre Alger et Pigalle, entre l’intime et le cosmos.

Patrice Richmond : producer, singer/songwriter, piano, ukulele, audio engineer, sound design, session singer.

Born and raised in Chicago, Patrice Richmond now resides in China with her husband and children. This diverse background enriches her music, infusing it with a unique perspective. A talented vocalist and pianist, Richmond draws inspiration from the timeless sounds of legends like Carole King, and Sara Groves. Fans of upbeat pop and pop-folk will find a kindred spirit in Richmond's music, which resonates with the styles of contemporary artists such as Jess Ray, Sara Bareilles, Griff, and Ingrid Michaelson.
“Music has always been a personal journey for me,” says Richmond. “This album reflects the intimacy of my Christmas experiences and my desire to create meaningful songs. I hope it brings warmth and joy to everyone’s holiday season!”
The upcoming album promises to be a delightful addition to the holiday music landscape, bringing a fresh perspective while honoring beloved traditions. Patrice Richmond's passion for songwriting shines through as she crafts an album that celebrates the essence of Christmas.
For more information about the album and to listen to Patrice Richmond's music, contact Patrice at handles or email above and stream at all streaming platforms.

Some songs from my solo stuff, covers, and my band Secondhand Love Cuffs!

A Finnish singer-songwriter. Genre agnostic and creative enthusiast. Weird, quirky and inspired by other weirdos.

pitchy monotone beach babe <3 I like cars. 
Heart broke, pockets empty, head full of intrusive thoughts 
Hopefully my soulmate doesn’t find this page or else I’m getting thrown awAy… $$$$$$
let’s gooooooo. Some random stuff.

New tracks tagged #femalesongwriter