Away From This Dream

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[Intro]
London rain on the glass… another Tuesday.
You know, for a while… I was your little bit of spice. Your… exotic.
But I guess everyone goes home in the end, yeah?
(uh)

[Verse 1]
You left no time for regret, no
Kept your next one wet
With your same old Brixton bet
Me? I keep my head high
Make sure all my tears stay dry
I'll get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew, yeah
So far removed now
From the world we tried to build through
And I'm on a troubled track, babe
Feels my future's stacked
Guess I'll go back to black

[Chorus]
We just said goodbye with words
Felt like I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
Yeah, I go back to us

[Verse 2]
Said I love you so much
But my love was not enough
You craved your rum punch, I sipped my quiet puff
And our life… it felt like a pipe dream
Now I'm a tiny kopek rollin' up the walls inside, it seems
I was your Polish prize, your little Slavic surprise
But novelty wears off before your English eyes
You’re back to your Sunday roast, the girl you know the most
And I’m just a heartbroken, Eastern Bloc ghost.

[Chorus]
We just said goodbye with words
Felt like I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…
We just said goodbye with words
Felt like I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to…

[Bridge]
Black, black, black, black
(The colour of your skin, the colour of my mood)
Black, black, black
(The cab that took you home to her)
I go back to…
I fall back to…

[Chorus]
We just said goodbye with WORDS!
Felt like I died a thousand TIMES!
You return to HER!
And I go back to…
(Yeah!) We just said goodbye with words
I swear I died a thousand times
You go back to her…
And I go back to black.

[Outro]
Back to black…

London Rain On The Glass

Singer/ Songwriter: Hap

Mix & Master: Mo Khakzad

Ghatar Baadi

Ash and Splash

The Last Journey is a meditative song built on stillness, absence, and the quiet aftermath of movement.
The lyrics unfold like a monologue — no rhymes, no chorus, just thoughts suspended in time, spoken with a calm, tired voice.
It’s the sound of a man stepping off the train and realizing he may not want to board another.
Wrapped in minimal acoustic textures, the song reflects on the moment when searching ends and silence begins.
A farewell without drama. A destination without arrival.

The Last Journey

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a story about a man struggling with his identity and coming to terms with your past

The Devil

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There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin

Dust and Bone

Ethereal prelude from an unborn soul, dreaming of life's first breath in a cradle of ancestral whispers and tender fates.

1. Whispers from the Womb (A Prelude Unborn)

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Trap, Rap, Trance, Country ++
Psy-wired poetry with beat scars.

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