Name: Cold Front by Usual Guy
Duration: 4 min 17 s
Description: Sometimes it’s the smallest things that take the most room in your heart. And sometimes it’s the grandest gestures that stop us from falling apart

Your groove is totally dope man. Like a funky spirit dropping beats in a cool summer storm. Reminds me of songs we used to sing round the fire, before they shut down the old town hall.

Dive In

You Called the Flame


[Intro – whispered over bassline]
(barely a breath)
You don’t get to call me crazy…
You called the flame.


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Verse 1

The glass still hums where your name was spoke,
Ash in the air, and the silence broke.
You wanted warmth — I stayed contained,
Now you flinch from the glow you named.


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Pre-Chorus 1

You said, “Stay sweet,” — I stayed still.
But sugar melts when it’s forced to chill.
Now the room remembers your shape in smoke —
Soft, slow, cruel, and close.


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Chorus

You don’t get to call me crazy — you called the flame.
You touched a spark and whispered my name.
Now every heartbeat sounds the same —
Low… slow… blame.
You don’t get to call me crazy —
You called the flame.


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Verse 2

Your ghost moves through my half-lit glass,
Reflections bend where the edges pass.
I breathe your echo, taste your sin,
And smile — I burn from within.


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Pre-Chorus 2

Don’t call it love, don’t call it pain,
They shimmer the same when they stain.
You wanted quiet — you got prayer,
And I’m still there.


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Chorus 2

You don’t get to call me crazy — you called the flame.
You made the spark, then turned away.
Now the dark repeats your name —
Soft… slow… shame.
You don’t get to call me crazy —
You called the flame.


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Bridge (whispered confession)

I never screamed — I just stayed lit.
You mistook control for quit.
There’s a mercy in the burn you feel —
It’s how the truth reveals.


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Final Chorus (bare, close-mic’d)

You don’t get to call me crazy — you called the flame.
You built this warmth, you fed this frame.
Now every breath’s the same refrain —
You. Me. Flame.


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Outro

(heartbeat bass, fading Rhodes)
You called it.
Now live with it.
(a click of a lighter, then silence)



You Called the Flame

Heart on Repeat

Bubblegum Promises

Lauren Lewis opens her soul on Heart on Repeat — a collection of raw, emotional pop anthems about love, loss, and finding yourself again. Each track beats with honesty, warmth, and unforgettable hooks that linger long after the last note. This is vulnerability turned into power — her heart, on repeat. ❤️

Stores & Download - ditto.fm/heart-on-repeat

#Pop #IndiePop #SoulfulPop #EmotionalPop #FemaleVocalist #Heartfelt #LaurenLewis #NewMusic #LoveSongs #HeartOnRepeat

I Give in to Sin

We're Watching the World Pass Us By

EP 'Reflections' is a collection of songs that feel like a secret shared with friends: the kind you listen to on headphones while staring at city lights from your window or on a lazy Sunday morning with a warm drink in your hands. Sunny has a gift for weaving dreamy, bedroom-pop melodies with a surprising, soulful depth that hits right in the chest. It's intimate and cozy but never fragile-there's a warm strength in these tracks.

'Reflections' is the audio equivalent of a well-worn sweater and your favorite quiet spot. A thoughtful continuation of the album 'Two of Us', it doesn't ask for your attention but invites you in to relax, unwind, and get lost in your thoughts. Press play, and let the world outside fade away for a little while.

Mine,mine

Cold Fire Smile

Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

​Verse 1 
​Midnight hits, you walk in slow.
Got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."
I ain’t blind, I see the twist,
But I love the feeling when I get kissed.
Yeah, you’re good-looking. I give you that.
But you're a trap in a fancy hat.


​Pre-Chorus
​I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
It ain't love, and it ain't right—
It's just the perfect way to ruin the night.

​Chorus 
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.


​Verse 2 
​You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
And I pretend that I don't know the game,
That you don't call every girl the same name.
But darling, I’m worse, I'm already hooked.
A book I know the end of, but still gotta be looked.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​Pre-Chorus
​Don’t apologize, don't play the fool.
You’re only honest when your blood runs cool.
So keep your smooth talk, keep your damn line—
I just want the burn, I want the sign.

​Chorus
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.

​Bridge 
​"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison."

Outro 
​Honey on a razorblade...
Yeah, cuts right through...
...Cuts right through...


Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

Oh hi, sweet honey bun… how’s the land of the fussy felon freak king of the Disintegrated Slums of Murica treating your sanity, heh? 🙈🙉🙊🍟 #ahem #revoltnow

✯ ✯ ✯
@bananasutra #originalsong #lyrics

[Intro]
Oh hi, sweet honey bun
See us coming undone?
Please, let’s sing together,
Let’s think louder, higher!

[Verse 1]
Why trust it’s truth, when it’s a dumb trap
Why add your name on a poisoned map
Why wrap people in gilded wrong 
Why say fair questions don’t belong 

[Pre-Chorus]
They whisper “grace” with a hissing smile
Redefine “dissent” as thinking awhile
And build more prisons, like caring is vile

[Chorus]
Why call it freedom? Bias ain’t true tongue
Please question logic, or lives shall come undone
Know “restoring order” ain’t like holy rain
When it’s like steel boots stomping truth again

[Verse 2]
Learn what’s legit, why they closed a gate
Say “biological” and decree more hate
How ruling our wombs’ increases gloom
How they preach pro life, while filling more tombs

[Pre-Chorus]
They claim it’s science, but it’s scripture they shout
Wrapped in cheap flags, it’s logic they ripped out

[Chorus]
They call it freedom, while FOTUS builds cages they burn your page
Know what’s a villain, who’s burning the page
Who Says “liberty” loading a gun
Calling it peace once the purge is done

[Bridge]
Watch out for double speak, let them hear us cry
We simply ask for truth, why do they sell us lie?
Why let dumb decrees defile sacred truths like a meme
Use your brain, your heart, question men with no shame

[Final Chorus]
They call it freedom, with a serious tone
Like syrup on razors, like velvet on stone
They call it healing while poisoning us, hon
Beware of white gospel, hum, or we’ll all come undone

[Outro]
Let’s shine so bright 
We’ll feel god’s light,
reKindle our holy spark?
Please, let’s Come out of the dark!

Sing all that is fair and good
So we may all have some food,
Blessed be the bold, the brave,
Please, feel free to leave that cave!

✯ ✯ ✯


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