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Ouch (Prod. by REENIE)

Lofi-pop cover of "I Love You So" originally by The Walters
Made entirely with Garageband, sung, produced, etc by yours truly. 
I'm a self-taught musician whose dream is to perform and make lots of people happy one day!

I Love You So (Moody Pop Cover)

I Love You So - The Walters Lofi-Cover

Everyone's always staring at my shit, evaluating and rating An Angel Like Me...

Rubble Radge 

An Angel Like Me

I saw a woman crying in an Ikea, so this song goes out to her.

Ikea

https://leerosevere.bandcamp.com/album/swimming-lee-rosevere-remix

Alanna Matty - Swimming [Lee Rosevere remix]

This is a little song I wrote about two years ago while I was going back and forth with my long term boyfriend. We couldn’t agree on how to move forward and we ended up breaking up. In Florida there is a good three months out of year where it rains LITERALLY every afternoon. This is all I could sing whenever it started to rain and in turn make me want to cry in bed. It was supposed to be a ballad but I could never see myself performing this regularly if it was that sad. 

raining

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Use Your LoveV2

💔 TIL I’M ME AGAIN 💔
A song about losing yourself, burning every bridge, and hoping love can bring you back. This one is raw, personal, and maybe a little messy—but so is healing. I had to process the vocals heavily to get them close to my vision, but I didn't want to wait any longer to share it. Sometimes, the imperfect version is the most honest.

Listen, share, and let me know what it makes you feel. ✨

🔊 Written & Produced by Johnny Hollywood
🎼 Composed by Joshua Petry


TIL I'M ME AGAIN

A heartbreak anthem about desperately wanting someone to stay when everything’s falling apart. Emotional, melodic, and raw – this track is for everyone who’s begged for one more chance.


Dont Walk Away

🧀 This ain’t your average heartbreak song. This is dairy-fueled despair.

Some fall in love. Others melt into it — preferably over rigatoni. “Cheese on Pasta, Cheese on Bread” is a bittersweet serenade to the one who ghosted you... but left the Parmesan behind.

She whispered Nietzsche while sprinkling feta. She danced in your kitchen wearing socks and existential dread. And when she said “I need space,” she meant fridge space — for Manchego.

This track blends Indie Rock nostalgia, Jangle Pop sincerity, and a generous grating of Post-Punk pain. It’s romance with rind. Heartache with holes. And a solo you’ll spread on toast.

🎶 Because love fades… but cheese lingers.
🎸 Best served at midnight with a side of regret and a full-bodied red.

Lyrics:

You came in late with a Parmesan grin
Butter-soft voice and a fridge full of sin
Told me love’s like aged Gruyère —
Sharp on the tongue, but it lingers there

You stirred the pot while the world fell cold
Mozzarella dreams in a kitchen bowl
I said “don’t you think that’s too much?” —
You said “there’s no such thing as too much love”

And I watched you grate through storm and sun
Every fight paused… when the cheese begun
Even heartbreak — you’d just spread
On garlic toast, beside my bed

🎶 Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread —
Cheese on meat, that’s what I said
In every bite, you made me feel
Like melted truth was somehow real

Brie in sorrow, Swiss on joy —
Cheddar grief I can't destroy
You left, but left the fridge well-fed —
Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread 🎶

Now the shelf is cold, the butter’s gone
And I hum your song with the grill turned on
Your memory clings like ricotta ghosts
In midnight meals and crumbled toasts

I loved your quirks — your dairy flair
You kissed like Camembert, soft and rare
But love like that, it molds too fast
I still eat like you’re coming back

A tear drops in my mac and cheese
You’d say “it needs more pecorino, please”
Now every dinner’s staged in mime
A solo act in Reblochon time

🎶 Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread —
Cheese on meat, your voice still said
“Love’s a topping, not a plan” —
But I still shred it like you can

Feta sighs and Gouda gloom
Your apron’s ghost haunts this room
You’re gone, but in my heart you spread —
Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread 🎶

“You can’t fix a heart with fondue,” you said once.
But God, I’ve tried.

🎶 Cheese on pasta... cheese on pain...
You left, but the dairy remains... 🎶

Cheese

🏙️ Welcome to Mladá Boleslav – the town where your GPS sighs, your coffee comes with a user manual, and romance politely declines your friend request.

🎸 “Mladá Boleslav (Pop Version)” is your jangly, melancholic anthem for those who’ve ever fallen not in love, but into existential meh.
Think: post-punk rhythm meets small-town punctuality. Indie rock guitars wander wide streets of industrial indifference, while jangle pop melodies try to make eye contact with the Škoda museum (it blinks once, disapprovingly).

🧾 What to expect:
– Guitars as crisp as an Excel spreadsheet
– Lyrics stitched from quiet despair and precision welding
– That haunting feeling of ordering soup in a town where emotion is strictly regulated

🎧 Perfect for:
– Staring into your dashboard in parking lot P3
– Emotional breakdowns in well-organized bus terminals
– Writing sad postcards from towns you never meant to visit

📦 This isn’t heartbreak. It’s time management.
Hit play. And stay exactly as long as scheduled.

Lyrics:

Rolled in from the E65
Headlights fading gray
Industrial ghost line the road
Warehouses in silent ballet
Steel and glass, concrete and chrome
This town don't sing, but it hums like a metronome
Came too early, sky still cold
Eateries asleep behind shutters bold
Near Novy Park, by the football ground
A kind of silence that makes no sound

Mladá Boleslav
Like a clock without a chime
Precise, unfeeling, always on time
You won't fall in love, but you'll stay a while
Not for the thrill, but the measured mile

Mladá Boleslav
In your silence I find
A boredom so deep, it redefines time
Museum doors and a factory pride
Škoda hearts with no need to hide
Efficiency etched in every street
But no heartbeat, no jazz, no heat

Mladá Boleslav
Like a clock without a chime
Precise, unfeeling, always on time
You won't fall in love, but you'll stay a while
Not for the thrill, but the measured mile

Brushed past lives not lived, just done
Saturday's soul beneath a clouded sun
A city built like a resume page
Neat, correct, devoid of rage
There's beauty in the absence, a lesson in the plain
Like meeting someone stable yet driving you insane
They'll fix your car, your watch, your day
But never ask if you're okay

Mladá Boleslav
Like a clock without a chime
Precise, unfeeling, always on time
You won't write poems, but you'll write checks
Built on the bones of post-war specs

Mladá Boleslav
Like a whisper in the side
So cold, so calm, so borderline fine
Maybe not love, but something aligned
The hum of machines, I lose my mind
Mladá Boleslav, a name I won't forget
A soulless rhythm, I still can't regret

Mladá Boleslav (Pop Version)

🍪 COOKIE POETRY – Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Neo Soul / Indie R&B
Mood: Sensual, reflective, snackishly emotional

Ever written a love letter with frosting?
This track did. Twice.

“Cookie Poetry” is what happens when your heart goes hungry, your brain turns jazzy, and your ex leaves behind nothing but a half-eaten metaphor. Wrapped in lazy grooves, Rhodes keys warm enough to spoon with, and lyrics so vulnerable they need a blanket — this is dessert music for the soul.

🥄 Lyrical content includes:
– Emotional snacking
– Crumb-based therapy
– Flirting with metaphors like they’re on Tinder
– And at least 3 types of baked disappointment

Perfect for:
– Whispering sweet nothings to yourself in the mirror
– Burning candles like they pay rent
– Reflecting on your ex while gently dancing with your feelings in 6/8

Warning: May cause urges to text your situationship at midnight and say, “Hey… you up for some cookie poetry?”

Now press play. Let your heart melt like chocolate chips at room temp.
And remember:
It’s not love — it’s dopamine. In cookie form. 🍪💔🎶

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry (Neo Soul / Indie R&B Version)

Welcome to the emotional breakdown you can tap your foot to.

This is bittersweet indie rock for anyone who's ever been told “great job” and responded with a sarcastic grunt, only to cry about it later in the break room. A jangle pop shimmer wraps around a post-punk spine, while guitars sparkle like cheap champagne under flickering office lights, and the bassline grooves with the quiet confidence of someone who definitely read the manual twice.

Vocals? Conversational, like you're overhearing a genius complain to a vending machine.
Lyrics? Oh, just your usual mix of solder fumes, time loops, and existential microns.

🎸 Clean guitars twinkle with emotional repression.
🥁 Drums march like a to-do list with abandonment issues.
🎤 The chorus—“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway…”—is the sound of someone almost taking a compliment, then tripping over it.

This isn’t just a song. It’s a melodic sigh, a shrug in four-four time, a hug for the burnout romantics who still believe in precision, even if only to escape their feelings.

🔩 For the overthinkers.
📉 For the under-celebrators.
💔 For the blueprint poets.

“Why am I — always this guy?”
We don’t know, man. But your suffering sounds fantastic.

Lyrics:

My coat smells like solder and sleepless regret
I trace blue lines with a cigarette
The cleaner hums, the deadline leers
It’s Monday again — or is it next year?

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Staring down ghosts through a laser eye
Chasing one micron ‘til my soul goes blind
Clock hands spin but I stay behind
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m twenty-two in a thirty-zone 🎶

I talk to machines more than I talk to friends
I fix what’s broken — then break it again
Dreams dissolve in factory light
We build the stars, but forget the night

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Falling for rules I forgot to defy
Measuring worth in invisible lines
Living on graphs, avoiding the signs
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m still in the lab when the lights are gone 🎶

And we all said we’d change the world
Now we redraw specs and wipe the curls
Every win’s a softer fall
We miss the glitch, then fix it all

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Trapped in a dance where the beat won’t die
One micron left, one breath to take
A promise we never meant to break
My oh my — just leave me alone
I'm carving dreams into silicon stone 🎶

🎵 Just one micron wide...
Between the man I am… and the one I hide... 🎵

Why am I — always this guy?

Close To Crash

Close to Crash

"Dancing Through My Tears" marks the debut single from IZZY REBEL, produced in collaboration with Adrian Breakspear. At its core, the track explores themes of self-destructive habits and the coping mechanisms we turn to in their wake.

Lyrics: 

Verse one 
Party’s over, and they’ve all gone home
And I’m still hanging around, on my own
Quiet whispers grow about the city like wildfire, like wildfire
People give me their hands, I decline, and act like I’m fine
It’s always the same, I only have myself to blame

Chorus 
But I’ll keep dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears
Oh I’ll keep dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears

Dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears
Oh I’ll keep dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears

Got a face for a silver screen, but that don’t mean you’re happy
Oh you’re not happy, oh you’re not happy,
Why aren’t you happy, you should be happy

Verse two 
Self destruction, is a game that’s never won
But I tell myself, it’s just for fun
When will I choose to turn away,
From feeding the pain, with Midori lemonade

Chorus 
But I’ll keep dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears
Oh I’ll keep dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears

Dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears
Oh I’ll keep dancing, d-d-d-d-d dancing, d-d-d-d-d
Dancing through my tears

Got a face for a silver screen, but that don’t mean you’re happy
Oh you’re not happy, oh you’re not happy,
Why aren’t you happy, you should be happy

Find IZZY on his socials @ izzyrebelofficial

Dancing Through My Tears

ONEWAY
tell me when we get there

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5Ulsj8n0DWFKm1hCnHLEeC?si=I1WtQwQBQ7OPNjGQhr4Wug

📚
https://youtube.com/shorts/5fWU2pSfnRY?si=RbGrIFbSFA2e5Ohn

IZZY REBEL is an independent Australian artist whose genre-blurring music centres on raw emotion, personal storytelling, and bold authenticity. Drawing from lived experience, his work explores identity, vulnerability, and the complexities of being human, offering listeners a sound that is both intimate and unapologetically honest.

"Dancing Through My Tears" marks the debut single from IZZY REBEL, produced by Adrian Breakspear a GRAMMY nominated and ARIA winning producer, engineer and mixer. At its core, the track explores themes of self-destructive habits and the coping mechanisms we turn to in their wake.

Find IZZY on his socials @ izzyrebelofficial

Johnny Hollywood is a multi-talented music producer, songwriter, and singer who blends synth-pop with emotional depth and storytelling. Known for his vibrant yet introspective sound, Johnny channels themes of love, self-discovery, and spiritual conflict into every track. His music often explores the tension between heaven and hell, reflecting his unique way of dealing with religious trauma while maintaining a fun and infectious pop sensibility. With an affinity for merging acoustic elements with electronic beats, Johnny’s songs invite listeners on a journey through heartache, redemption, and self-empowerment.

Based in Atlanta, Johnny Hollywood brings a magnetic stage presence and a relatable vulnerability that captivates audiences. His lyrics are raw and poetic, expressing the kind of intensity that resonates deeply with those who’ve experienced the highs and lows of love. Drawing inspiration from the power of magic and technology, his music feels both timeless and futuristic, with each track offering a new perspective on the complexities of the human heart. Johnny Hollywood’s bold sound is designed to make you feel every word, every beat, and every emotional note.

Welcome to the world of Johnny Hollywood, where passion meets chaos, and every song is a reflection of your soul.

"In the end, we all become stories." — Margaret Atwood

catchy enough to get stuck in your head. shitty enough to be embarrassing to listen to.





I’m a singer songwriter from literally nowhere! Check me out!

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!

Nada Samir is a gifted German singer and songwriter hailing from Frankfurt am Main. Born on June 18th, 1996, she has created a unique sound blending elements of pop, indie pop, and R&B soul. Nurturing her passion for music from a young age, she began writing her own songs at the tender age of 13, and by 16, she was sharing her talent by posting cover songs on YouTube. Her music career took off in February 2020, with the release of her debut single "Your Promise." April 2nd, 2021 marked the release of her critically acclaimed debut album, "Heartbroken." And on January 1st, 2023, she has recently dropped her sophomore album "See You Next Life." Her music is an honest reflection of her feelings and experiences, delving into themes of depression and self-discovery.

Much more music at leerosevere.bandcamp.com
Contact: leerosevere@gmail.com

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