V and C

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

He's so pretty. Just a little bit cissy.
But he moves me like a movie about heroes.
He shows a total lack of fear.
He knows. Oh! He knows.
You've got to be the living proof
of your own personal truth.
It's no use hiding away.
You got to be yourself
in the biggest possible way.

He's fresh- he's as fresh as it gets.
He steals heartbeats from me—
socially he turns me into
a crazy revolutionary.
I'm on fire. We are inspired.
We can move mountains together.
We can do everything together.

07/09/2024

WE ARE INSPIRED

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

And after the fall the snow will fall
and costly frosts will come to call.
We'll light log fires to fight the cold, to jog our memories.
We'll raise a full glass to our Christmases passed
and the loves we lost to the trees.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

Bring on the Spring's new things,
snowdrops popping up
to warm the cold feet of the hedgerows,
bluebells in the wildwood where the wild garlic grows,
doves in the meadows
where the young couples go.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

The leaves are changing green to brown,
the Summer's packed and leaving town
and Autumn in her Autumn gown
will spill the wine in hoedown.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.
Smack that thigh, stamp that boot.
Don't stand still! You might take root.

Time waits for no woman,
look at the man in the Moon,
his eyes are always on the sunrise
and the newbies in full bloom.
Time dances double time.
Time dancing double time
will make ghosts of all of you.

09/09/2024

DANCING DOUBLE TIME

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.
I never think to buy
any boot sale junk.
Some of us need
the space to breathe.
Breathless with rage
I've reached that stage-    
spending my days
dying in isolation.
I can't stand loud.
I don't do proud
or ghastly threads
worn like a shroud.
I can't stand punks.
I don't do drunks.

I'm losing my patience
with crowds of people.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.
I don't want to mix with
the circus of strangers-
the clowns who fix everything,
they push people like me around.
Crowds
have always crowded me out.
No doubt
I've grown very particular.

A stickler in my ways,
I shall be an individual
to the end of my days.

16/09/2024

CROWDS

I have tried.
But so far
I've not expired.
I've parked all my dark thoughts
on a to-do list.

And for the life of me,
I can't fly.
I'm much too heavy
for the updrafts,
too heavy to laugh.
I watch birds do it
absurdly easy.
Moths, butterflies, bees.
Oh, I can't fly—
I'm much too heavy
in my head.

I have stood on top
of very tall buildings,
just taking in the view,
chewing over what to do.
Do I drop?
Or bring a stop
to this obsession with flight?
Do I put aside my wings?
Do I learn to fly tonight?
Will choirs of angels sing?

The choirs of angels sing:
"No one is listening."

FLIGHT

Shout. Shout. Shout.

I've listened to you shout-
crying out, drying out.
I've listened to you shout
being so far down and out,
you being so depressed.

Shout. Shout. Shout.
Drive the demons out.

You express your many fears
through all of your sorry tears-      
so vividly, so vividly,
so vividly it hid you from view.
And it makes no sense,
makes no sense to me at all.
You were once so beautiful.
You were so successful.
It must have been the drugs.
It must have been the drugs.
The drugs or the alcohol.
Oh! Yes! No. No. No.
It must have been the alcohol.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here.

Thank the big man on high.
Thank you Lord of the sky.

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.

Your terrible human weather
is not getting you together.
Your storms are so unkind.
I'm frightened your drinking
is destroying your thinking-     
driving you out of your mind.
And I fear for your career.
But
there is a way back from here?

I can help you to mend.
We can fix you in the end.
I'll be there for your withdrawal.
I'll go through it all with you.
And on the other side
of having nowhere to hide,
we can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
We can rebuild this broken you,
bring you back as almost new
because I can and I do love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you

Drying Out

DRYING OUT

There's a big man sat on my porch
and he's holding a torch for me.
I look at his beard and melt-
it's been ages since I felt this way.
Maybe it's my lucky day.
Oh! Maybe it's my lucky day.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

I'm going to lay down the law-
it's what the law is for.
Once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.
I'm still young but I am done
with a ton of pure heart-aching.

I just want to be loved.
I just want to be loved
with the biggest bear hug.
I like a tall, hairy man
with very caring hands.
Oh! I just want to be loved.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

But, just you listen up,
once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.
I'm still young but I am done
with a ton of pure heart-aching.

I'm going to lay down the law-
it's what the law is for.
Once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.

There's a big man sat on my porch
and he's holding a torch for me.
I look at his beard and melt-
it's been ages since I felt this way.
Maybe it's my lucky day.
Oh! Maybe it's my lucky day.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

I'm going to lay down the law-
it's what the law is for.
Once you step through my door
there'll be no more law breaking.
I'm still young but I am done
with a ton of pure heart-aching.

I just want to be loved.
I just want to be loved
with the biggest bear hug.
I like a tall, hairy man
with very caring hands.
Oh! I just want to be loved.

Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.
Lucky day. Lucky day. Lucky day.

Lucky Day

LUCKY DAY

You're my vibe

**About This Track**  
—an original AI-assisted song released by Rob Nelson who is “Bring Your Own Brilliance,” and Ron Cameron who is “Alien Garden.” This track blends our human creative choices with AI tools to bring our ideas to life in a unique and expressive way.

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Waiting For Better Days [Version # 1] [WFBD1]

🔥 Echoes Untold - Drift: A poetic folk-pop ballad woven with nostalgia and longing.

This track captures the essence of bittersweet memory, blending gentle acoustic melodies, soft piano echoes, and heartfelt storytelling to create a deeply intimate and reflective atmosphere. The song’s soft yet expansive melodies unfold like pages of a journal, carrying the weight of love, time, and the echoes that never fade.

With a tender, folk-inspired flow, the song moves effortlessly between warmth and melancholy, echoing the emotions of letters unsent, words unspoken, and the quiet realization that some loves linger forever. Each note and lyric draws the listener into a world of nostalgia and emotional depth, making it a perfect soundtrack for quiet moments of introspection.

✨ Let the echoes speak. Feel the memory. Drift into the melody.

🎶 Part of the Eternal Echoes collection, this song belongs to the Drift phase—where emotions move fluidly, intertwining past and present through melody and memory.

Echoes Untold - Drift Phase of Eternal Echoes

Last Call For The Broken

This Is Not Gonna Be Fun

[Intro]
Cold streets echo with my footsteps
Searching for answers in the distance
Empty hearts and broken promises
Why does sadness find me?

Fire soul

Sin You Again

A slow, dangerous confession dressed in satin and smoke. This is not regret. This is craving with memory.


---

[Verse 1]

I said never again, last time I left
With teeth in my lip and your name on my breath
But here we are, same hotel, new lie
You smile like the blade I keep nearby
You pour the wine, I fake a doubt
But you know I came to be figured out


---

[Hook]

Sin you again—yeah, I know where it leads
Bruises and breathless, on tangled-up sheets
Sin you again—it’s never been wise
But heaven still fits in your favorite disguise
Mmmmh… touch me slow—
I want the hurt I already know


---

[Verse 2]

You talk like a priest with a devil’s grin
Holy on Sunday, but slick with sin
Your hands remember what to erase
All the no’s I meant melt off my face
My dress hits the floor like it missed me too
And I kiss like I’ve got nothing left to lose


---

[Hook – repeat]

Sin you again—yeah, I know where it leads
Bruises and breathless, on tangled-up sheets
Sin you again—it’s never been wise
But heaven still fits in your favorite disguise
Ooooh… mmmmh… come back in—
I’ll lie like last time. Begin again.


---

[Bridge]

I could call it weakness
But let’s not pretend
We both like this ending
So let’s skip to the bend
I’ll arch, you’ll curse, we’ll swear it’s the last
Then breathe out the future
And sin like the past


---

[Final Chorus – extended]

Sin you again—‘cause no vow can compete
With the way you undo me from head to my feet
Sin you again—just say my name right
Let your hands apologize all through the night
Mmmmh… say it slow…
Your lips lie better than anyone I know


---

[Outro – whispered fade]

Call it weakness.
Call it need.
But I came here
to make sure I bleed.


---


Sin You Again

Lyrics:

Jag vaknar av ett ljus som skär som glas
Väggarna viskar, lågor utan rast
När röken blir till moln i vår gamla hall
Faller foton som snö, och jag tappar allt

Om tiden bara kunde gå baklänges
Skulle jag bära er ut genom mörkret igen
Men natten stod stilla och luften tog slut
Ett namn i mitt bröst som aldrig går ut

Inget hem kvar — bara askgrå vindar
Inget “vi” kvar — bara ekon som tindrar
När jag blundar står ni i dörrens ljus
När jag öppnar brinner det tyst
Inget hem kvar, men ni stannar kvar
Som stjärnor över stadens tak

Din tröja i min ficka doftar regn
Köksklockans hjärta har smält och stannat än
Jag går där väggarna brukade stå
Skriver våra namn i askan som blåser grå

Jag ropar ut i rökens kalla rum
Löften vi gav brinner mjukt och stumt
Om jag är tyst hör jag ert skratt
Som en våg mot en strand jag har tappat

Inget hem kvar — bara askgrå vindar
Inget “vi” kvar — men er röst finns kvar
När jag blundar hör jag ert hjärta slå
I varje drop, i varje blå

Jag tänder ett ljus i mörkret varje kväll
Låter lågan stava era namn igen
Om världen faller ska jag bära den
För allt som brann blev till en eld i mig

Inget hem kvar — men jag bär er vidare
I min bröstkorg — en stilla katedral
När gryningen kommer är natten mildare
Och stjärnorna viskar: kärleken är kvar
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Inget Hem Kvar - Feat. Sara Schiller

The Scent Of Midnight

We are a couple of musicians from the United Kingdom: Chris Madoch - mainly lyrics & Veli Finn - mainly music.


Lyricist for 'The Velicans' here on SoundCloud.
Published writer: poetry, plays and fiction.

LUCKY DAY

The Velicans

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