What would happen to a community if everyone stopped being grateful? Explore that situation in a dramatic Thanksgiving parable.

The Town of Thanks

I’m so tired of the same thing
wash the molly down with champagne
blunt to the face until my heart race
leather seats so it won’t stain

when you talk it’s like i can’t speak
something bout the tone- my knees weak
got me lying on the concrete
yearn bout the way it use to be

but we don’t talk about 
the past or before
now they’re fiending wanting more
never satisfy the score

now I feel fucking free
now I feel like me
now I feel like I could be me

I get everything I need
I get everything I want
I’m not even trynna flaunt
got my prada booties on
wit my ex all trynna haunt

I’m so tired of the same thing
near the trees in a hot spring
he’s critiquing while my heart bleed
im good cause mary’s with me 

never worry cause it’s true too
got you mad until your face blue
I’ll do me if you just do you 
I’m not trying to front I’ll do it too 
pretty bish so i need a pretty boo
paper plates so it’s new new
you only want me cause my fingers blue
don’t lie bb i know you

same thing (prod. pyctur)

I got my dog for the cover here, stay SWAG and BASED

1,2,3,4,5 (prod. fakeflowers)

ty @cashavist for cover

:00 - idk @shoy0 prod. @1jaylon 
1:48- i miss my slime w @shoy0 @cashavist  prod. @gxminiwtf  @vainorlove
4:49-freethrow @gxminiwtf
7:02-bowls w xan @vainorlove
7:42-lose ends @westlyyyyyyy @vainorlove
10:09-deadwrong @aaghast
11:29-goodbye @vainorlove

aize friendsgiving mix

turkey huntin

en låt jag skrev 2024 som kom tillbaka till mig nu, släpper den för min egen skull att lyssna

Ändå

„Fuffzich“ ist eine Lebensbilanz ohne Filter.

Ein Song über Rauchen, Alkohol, Raserei, Größenwahn – und darüber, dass man manchmal einfach Glück hatte. Marco Memory blickt zurück auf seine Jugend, in der er sich für unsterblich hielt, und erkennt heute, wie dankbar er sein darf, überhaupt fünfzig geworden zu sein.

Der Song verbindet Reue, Humor, Scham und Dankbarkeit zu einer starken, reflektierten Ballade über das Erwachsenwerden – und darüber, dass wir alle Fehler brauchen, um irgendwann klar zu sehen.

Fuffzich

Ive Had a Good Life

“Mirror Image” is a gentle, emotional acoustic piece about the gap between how we see ourselves and how the people who love us see us.
It begins with a simple story — a friend looking in the mirror and seeing nothing good left — and how someone else proved them wrong.

That moment becomes a catalyst for the narrator’s own realization:
we often judge ourselves through old, distorted eyes.

The verses capture the vulnerability of standing in front of a mirror and truly looking, not with habit or dismissal, but with honesty.
What appears at first is uncertainty: a version of oneself shaped by old beliefs, old words, and old wounds.
Writing down what he sees becomes a small but significant act — a short, raw, painfully honest list.
But the turning point comes when someone who loves him is given the same task.
Their list is full — full of qualities he cannot yet feel in himself: strength, warmth, courage, kindness, heart.

The chorus opens into a wide emotional space:
their reflection shows a man larger, brighter, and more human than the one he sees in his own mirror.
The second verse explores the painful truth behind it:
we learn ourselves small,
while others often see us in the light.

His blind spot becomes clear — he measures himself by his scars, not by what has survived.
The final message is quiet but powerful:
the path to healing begins when we learn to look at ourselves with the same compassion, truth, and clarity that others already do.

“Mirror Image” is a soft awakening —
a reminder that sometimes, the truth of who we are lives in the eyes of those who love us,
until we are ready to see it ourselves.

Mirror Image

[DELETED _IMMEDITALY_ IF FROWNED UPON!1] 

av:
M. "BreakBeatnik" O.
Carl-Hampus L. H.

Lyrics:

"With a reggea version of Pink Floyd’s ”wish You where here” buzzing in the background 

Nasir Jones grace us with your words in every single song

Everybody is dancing together like girls in the back room

El Padrino (gudfar) , La Madrina (gudmor)  (there is no spoon)

4:44 and I want you — I just want more from the underdog 

Sure you’re right Daniel Dumile (in the fog)

When I rhyme I just feel stupid

Mother’s Little Helper  (between the buttons)

Meditation is your shelter  (sing with the Beatles and ”help her”

Open the doors for your brothers and sisters world

The one’s that stick by you — the ones that miss You (word)

Purple haze, change the pace and heavenly divine 

If I’m in love by Frank Ocean     (learnin’)

Swim good nova cane face it solo think pink and the white Ferrari 
A poetic notion
Energy in motion
Cleverly potion
Make better promotion my friend

Weird fishes cello Pizzicato
Otto on the saxophone

Picking my guitar (and doing dishes)
Laying down the chords on piano (listen)
Sporting a golden bandana

Holy moly gamma
You seek harmony U bumma’
Ace Ventura pet detective (stubborn)
Please Respect his beard
Speaking the truth with a twinkle in the eye
Curtis sings ”Superfly” 
Nate dogg sings ”I can’t deny it”
*sighing*."

Late night supper (there is no sp__n) (prod. BreakBeatnik & hyp1) (Explicit) mxı 4.44 <3

Ich schreibe, was ich denke, fühle und erlebe. Schreiben hilft mir, Erinnerungen einzuordnen und ihnen Klarheit zu geben. Wenn Gefühle eine Melodie bekommen, entsteht etwas Wunderbares – eine Botschaft, die direkt ins Herz geht.

Für mich ist es ein Ausgleich, ein Stück Selbsttherapie. Die Texte sind ehrlich und frisch aus dem Herzen. Und wenn ich damit jemanden berühre, der genauso fühlt wie ich, freut es mich umso mehr.

Da ich selbst nicht gut singen kann, nutze ich KI für die Melodie und die Stimme. Ich bin dankbar für diese Möglichkeit, meinen Gefühlen Ausdruck zu verleihen.

Viel Freude beim Hören 🥰

Gruß, Marco Memory

PS: Ehrliche Kommentare sind willkommen – aber bitte keine Angebote, ich kaufe nichts.



I write what I think, feel, and experience. Writing helps me sort out memories and bring them clarity. When feelings find a melody, something wonderful is created – a message that speaks straight to the heart.

For me, it’s a balance, a bit of self-therapy. The lyrics are honest and straight from the heart. And if they touch someone who feels the same way I do, it makes me even happier.

Since I can’t sing well myself, I use AI for the melody and voice. I’m grateful for this opportunity to give my feelings a voice.

Enjoy listening 🥰

Best, Marco Memory

PS: Honest comments are always welcome – but please no offers, I’m not looking to buy anything.

Craypoe Productions presents an eclectic collection that brings together a diverse lineup of talented guest musicians, each lending their own unique voice to the songs of Bob Craypoe. Every lyric across the album was written by Bob, who also handled full production duties to ensure the record’s cohesive sound and vision.

The sessions were recorded at Bob Craypoe’s Crackle and Hiss Studios in Stillwater Township, New Jersey—a place where raw creativity and authenticity meet. Adding a rich and unexpected dimension to the project, the strings were performed by members of the Crandon Lakes Philharmonic Orchestra, giving the album moments of orchestral depth alongside its grittier tones.

The guest list spans across genres, featuring country pickers, punk rebels, seasoned rockers, and soulful blues musicians. This mix of backgrounds creates a dynamic listening experience, with each track carrying the spirit of collaboration while staying true to the working-class stories and heartfelt grit captured in Bob’s lyrics.

At its heart, this is a testament to the power of music as a shared language—rooted in tradition yet unafraid to cross boundaries, and always grounded in the voice of the people.

Music can B heartbeats and birds chripin'

&

My sounds may inspire, You!1

(Bless SoundCloud!)

https://open.spotify.com/artist/6wN3iRaDbCB3cdVasrz4VY

Sincerely Yours
Truly Yours
Blessed
Thyme
iL o v e

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