“By the Window” is an acoustic folk ballad infused with baroque elegance and quiet introspection.
Fingerpicked guitar, soft string layers, and delicate piano create a gently flowing soundscape,
as the lyrics reflect on time passing quietly outside the window.
Melancholic but warm, the song captures the feeling of stillness, memory, and the beauty of simply existing between moments.

By the Window

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Lyrics:

"They’ll call you crazy," 
they always do,
say you’re chasing 
things no one pursues.
They’ll roll their eyes, 
they’ll shake their heads,
“Who are you to dream that big?” they said.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

“You know nothing,” 
they will shout,
“Where’s your title? 
What’s your route?”
They’ll laugh and point 
from their safe ground,
while you’re building storms 
without a sound.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

You walk alone, 
but not in fear,
your fire speaks 
when none will hear.
Born with light 
they tried to dim,
but stars don’t ask 
the world to grin.

Let them doubt, let them resist,
true change was never born to fit.
The wheel of life won’t place you high or low
it takes you where you’re meant to go.
But only a few know how to draw
the map that leads through fire and flaw.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

So stand your ground 
and face the fire,
you were never meant 
to just admire.
The world will change 
because you stayed—
not when they clapped,
but when they swayed.

The wheel of life

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Forty Days to Nineveh (JONAH 3:2)

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[Intro]
Me paré en el fuego, sin miedo a quemarme,
porque ya aprendí que la vida es un combate.
No vine de un cuento, vine de calles y gritos,
donde la esperanza muchas veces se ha caído.

[Verso 1]
Nací en la tierra donde la luz se esconde,
donde el hambre no pregunta y el frío responde.
Vi a mi madre sudar pa’ que nada nos falte,
y al padre irse lejos, dejando el alma en un malete.

Crecí con el ruido de protestas y balas,
entre apagones que apagan las alas.
La escuela fue un sueño que nunca se cumplió,
pero aprendí en la calle.

[Coro]

Uno Cantando desde el pecho, 
en la ultima palabra de cada linea,
No me digas que hay salida,
si to’s los caminos duelen.
Aquí aprendimos a vivir
con lo poquito que nos queda.

No es que no quiera soñar,
es que dormir cuesta vida.
Y si sobrevivo un día más…
le doy gracias a la herida.
le doy gracias a la herida.
le doy gracias a la herida.
le doy gracias a la herida.

[Reflexion]
¿Sabes qué es crecer en un país que se cae a pedazos…?
Es ver a tu mamá decirte que está bien… con los ojos aguados y el estómago vacío.

Aquí no hay cuento de hadas… hay historias que no se pueden contar sin llorar.
Aquí los niños no sueñan con castillos… sueñan con comer.

Pero.

[Final]
No es por moda que me viste la pobreza,
es porque nací entre balas, arepas y promesas.
Mi escuela fue la acera, mi grado: resistencia,
y mi maestría… sobrevivir sin clemencia.

Aquí la juventud no envejece,
se oxida.
Aquí lo real no se filtra,
se grita.

Somos los hijos del apagón,
los que aprendimos a escribir con el corazón.
Y aunque la historia se quiera borrar…
la sangre del pueblo no se puede olvidar.

Sobreviviente

VXP - In a World

god has saved me prod QUBE

All In


I sat at the table 
And went all in
As I was watching
The people 
around the pool
I ran and did dive in
I wait 3 A.M.
And do my little dance
With myself 
I despise 
your bohemian style
But I sure do like
Your angel eyes 

I know 
I am relentless 
I know 
You think I’m reckless 
But I need
Some defense fence
Around me
To keep all the wolves at bay 
Every night 
And day

I sat at the table 
And went all in
As I was watching
The people 
around the pool
I ran and did dive in
I wait 3 A.M.
And do my little dance
With myself 
I despise 
your bohemian style
But I sure do like
Your angel eyes 

I know 
I am relentless 
I know 
You think I’m reckless 
But I need
Some defense fence
Around me
To keep all the wolves at bay 
Every night 
And day

All In

Spanish Boy.      Alternative version

Lyrics:

Sometimes I wish that you could hold me tight
Sometimes I wish you’d never grow so tired
Of hearing me say how much I want you
Or even watching me fall like a fool
With you I always felt what it’s like
When everything seems to trap me inside
A broken vessel I can't find an escape
Afraid of words I’ll never get to say

Why do I miss you?
I miss you
I miss you
Oh...

I know it happens every time I think of you
But I can't help but think of all that we've been through
I lost control over my heart and want it back
Before the lies and hope take over my head
With you I always felt what it’s like
When everything seems to trap me inside
A broken vessel I can't find an escape
Afraid of words I’ll never get to say

Why do I miss you?
I miss you
I miss you
oh...

Why do I miss you? (prod. by dandarmawan)

Un peu de douceur dans ce monde de violence...

FEEL LIKE SOMEONE AGAIN

Tasha Bitz