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Azizam

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To Be Free

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Heaven (feat. Jonita) [Remix]

You want it
You've got it
You bought it
I brought it

You need it
You'll get it
You'll use it
Don't sweat it

In the data trance
In the data trance
In the data trance

And if you're really lucky
I'll call you a dummy
Tell you something funny
And take all your money

So love it
Or leave it
But know it
And believe it

In the data trance
In the data trance
In the data trance

need it
get it
use it
sweat it
love it
leave it
know it
believe it

In the data trance
In the data trance
In the data trance

In the data trance

Les murs respirent sous le béton
Mes pas se perdent dans l'abandon
Je porte l’ombre que je retiens
Un fil coupé entre mes mains

Reste là
Dans le souffle qui tremble en moi
Sous la pluie qui brouille ma voix
Reste là
Quand la ville efface mes traits
Et que la nuit sait qui je suis vraiment

Les vitres vibrent comme un secret
Le vent murmure tout ce que je tais
Je glisse lentement hors du plan
Comme un reflet qui s’éteint doucement

Reste là
Dans le souffle qui tremble en moi
Sous la pluie qui brouille ma voix
Reste là
Quand la ville efface mes traits
Et que la nuit sait qui je suis vraiment

Je vois des traces que rien n’explique
Les rues me parlent en codes cryptiques
Je marche entre deux mondes fermés
Sans savoir quel côté va céder

Reste là
Dans le souffle qui tremble en moi
Sous la pluie qui brouille ma voix
Reste là
Quand la ville efface mes traits
Et que la nuit sait qui je suis vraiment

Reste là

거울 앞에 서면 난 다른 내가 돼  
하얀 조명 속에 너와 내가 마주쳐  
그 눈빛 속에 담긴 기대감 느껴져  
오늘 밤, 내 역할은 주인공  

Switch the mask, 내 안의 목소리 꺼내  
가면을 벗어 던져, 틀을 바꿔  

Play your part, 이 무대 위에선 나도 바뀌어  
Feel the spark, 너와 나 사이에 무대가 펼쳐져  
Step into the light, 리듬 타고 올라  
Tonight we own this scene (own this scene)  

에코처럼 울려 퍼지는 박수 소리  
하루쯤은 멈춰있던 꿈을 다시 꺼내  
내 손끝을 타고 전해지는 전율  
너의 시선이 내게 닿을 때 난 살아  

Drop the fear, 발걸음이 먼저 말해  
새로운 나를 위한 시간 시작돼  

Play your part, 이 무대 위에선 나도 바뀌어  
Feel the spark, 너와 나 사이에 무대가 펼쳐져  
Step into the light, 리듬 타고 올라  
Tonight we own this scene (own this scene)  

I’m the one who decides the game, no more chains, I claim my fame  
can't be tame
don't be lame
stay the same
Own the fame

Play your part, 이 무대 위에선 나도 바뀌어  
Feel the spark, 너와 나 사이에 무대가 펼쳐져  
Step into the light, 리듬 타고 올라  
Tonight we own this scene (own this scene)  
(Repeat)  
Raise your voice, let the role begin  

Play your part

I swing the sickle while the dawn’s still grey,
The rows stretch endless, our backs start to sway,
They count our hours but never our pain,
We bend like wheat in the autumn rain.
Seeds we sow in their shining store,
Profit off labour we can’t ignore,
I pick the song from my calloused palm,
To tell the truth where the fields go calm.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

They promise plenty in the company’s shade,
But we eat the crumbs that the contract made,
Our fathers’ sweat on this same red earth,
Their hopes and dreams given little worth.
I tune my guitar by the hay-baled sun,
Sing for the worker whose day is done,
My song is small but the echo grows,
In the barn-yard hush where the cold wind blows.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

And if the board rooms never see our strain,
The fields remember every drop of rain,
The corn will rise and the pigs will feed,
But the harvest won’t free the ones we need.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

Tonight I play for the ones who lie,
In rented shacks under factory sky,
We’ll fill the halls with our ragged chords,
Till justice knocks at their polished doors.
No gold can mend the broken promise made,
But a song can live when the debts are paid,
I raise this tune for the unseen crew,
For every hand the system withdrew.

We raise our voices in the dust and sand,
We write our stories with the harvest in hand,
Though no one listens when the rafters creak,
We’re living proof of the broken and meek.
This is our labour, this is our land,
We’ll make them hear with a guitar in hand.

Broken and meek

In the little parlor by the waning light,
I touch those strings her fingers used each night,
Her melody flows in the embers’ glow,
Whispering rooms where the wild flowers grow.
The chair sits still where her laughter died,
And the photograph fades on the mantle side,
But I lift the dulcimer, breath held and slow,
And play her song for the home I used to know.

Dust on the doorstep, wind through the panes,
I hear her voice in the falling rain.

Play, mother’s dulcimer, in memory’s key,
Let your notes carry the home to me,
Though the walls are gone, though the hearth is cold,
Her lullaby lives in the hand I hold.
In this quiet chamber I find her there,
In every minor chord, in the silent air.

She taught me slowly, under candle’s flame,
How to call the night by its old name,
In the valley’s shadow, the mountains know,
The song we shared by the pines’ low glow.
Now I wander lonely where the doorway stood,
The gate has rusted, the roses in wood,
Still I sit by the window, dusk at my side,
And play her tune for the home that died.

Dust on the doorstep, wind through the panes,
I hear her voice in the falling rain.

Play, mother’s dulcimer, in memory’s key,
Let your notes carry the home to me,
Though the walls are gone, though the hearth is cold,
Her lullaby lives in the hand I hold.
In this quiet chamber I find her there,
In every minor chord, in the silent air.

And if the morning finds me all alone,
I’ll still hear her voice in every tone,
In every chord the past returns,
In every silence her memory burns.

Play, mother’s dulcimer, in memory’s key,
Let your notes carry the home to me,
Though the walls are gone, though the hearth is cold,
Her lullaby lives in the hand I hold.
In this quiet chamber I find her there,
In every minor chord, in the silent air.

Play, mother’s dulcimer

In The Lonely Hour

I'm Not The Only One

Shape of You

Lovely by Billie Eilish, Khalid

A Ryan Do Cover

Piano by Sing2Piano youtube.com/sing2piano

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Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way out (found)
But you never go away (never go away)
So I guess I gotta stay now

Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely? All alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

Walking out of time
Looking for a better place (looking for a better place)
Something's on my mind
Always in my head space

But I know someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely? All alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello. Welcome home

Hello. Welcome home

Lovely - Billie Eilish & Khalid (Ryan Do Cover)

loving you is a losing game

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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