Schlafe, kleine Emma, schließ die Augen zu,
die Sterne leuchten für dich, sie flüstern dir Ruh’.
Die Nacht ist ganz still, die Welt wird jetzt klein,
drum schlafe, mein Engel, im Mondenschein.

Schlafe, kleine Emma, sanft wie ein Traum,
im Bettchen geborgen, wie Vögel im Baum.
Ein Stern für dein Lächeln, so wie ich es mag,
bis du sanft erwachst am neuen Tag.

Schlafe, kleine Emma, die Welt ruht mit dir,
die Wolken sie wiegen dich sanft jetzt zu mir.
Ich bin immer bei dir, ob Nacht oder Tag,
mein Herz hält dich fest, was auch kommen mag.

Schlafe Kleine Emma (Chillstep)

Soul Gospel Love Emotional
Lyrics song by Sas 

From the Playlist-Gospel 

-My Dad Was Superman

[Verse]
He wore no cape just a coat of pride
A gentle giant with love as his guide
He’d lift me up when the skies were gray
My Superman in every way

[Verse 2]
His laughter lit the darkest night
A steady hand through every fight
I thought he'd always be by my side
But even heroes can't always abide

[Chorus]
My dad was Superman he could do no wrong
Carried the world like he carried me along
I believed in him like a child believes
Now I hold his memory close and grieve

[Bridge]
He got ill but I held on tight
Still saw his strength in the fading light
His spirit soared though his body stayed
A hero’s heart never truly fades

[Verse 3]
Now I see him in the morning sun
In the little things he’s never gone
His lessons live in the man I’ve become
I carry his love I’m never alone

[Chorus]
My dad was Superman he could do no wrong
Carried the world like he carried me along
I believed in him like a child believes
Now I hold his memory close and grieve

My_Dad_Was_Superman ( extended version )

Torn hearts on the pavement Cracked and dry Broken souls whisper to the midnight sky Shadows of dreams they couldn't save Every step feels closer to the grave 
But the wind still screams It won't let go There's a spark in the dark It starts to glow 
Torn hearts and broken souls Picking up pieces Filling the holes We rise We fight We make it whole Torn hearts and broken souls

Torn hearts and broken souls .mp3

"Twisted Day" is a retro-futuristic synth pop anthem born from frustration, chaos, and quiet resilience.

When everything goes wrong — the wall peels, the screw won’t fit, time turns against you — this track captures that slow-burning spiral… and the spark that refuses to die.
Blending dreamy arpeggios, atmospheric pads, and a haunting yet empowering vocal line, Twisted Day walks the edge between defeat and rebirth.


Twisteday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XostDwQiTIo

« La musique est la langue des émotions »
(Emmanuel Kant)
Chanson en référence
Titre : Hier, la nuit d'été
Poète : Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
Recueil : Les chants du crépuscule (1836).
Hier, la nuit d'été, qui nous prêtait ses voiles,
Etait digne de toi, tant elle avait d'étoiles !
Tant son calme était frais ! tant son souffle était doux !
Tant elle éteignait bien ses rumeurs apaisées !
Tant elle répandait d'amoureuses rosées
Sur les fleurs et sur nous !
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/victor-hugo/poeme-hier-la-nuit-d-ete.php

French Touch House 

[Verse]
Sous la nuit d'été un parfum s'égare
Un soupir léger dans l'air quelque part
Les ombres dansent sous la lune d'argent
Un secret murmuré au vent flottant

[Chorus]
La nuit respire et nous enlace
Chaque étoile trace sa grâce
Sous la nuit d'été on s'unit
Doucement sous l'infini

[Verse 2]
Elle caresse la terre de son voile
Les arbres chuchotent des rêves d'étoiles
Chaque brise est un doux baiser volé
Un écho d'amour qu'on ne peut brider

[Bridge]
Le temps s'efface sous ce ciel immense
Un éclat d'éternité dans chaque silence
La nuit d'été
Notre douce reine
Chante des promesses
Dissipe la peine

[Chorus]
La nuit respire et nous enlace
Chaque étoile trace sa grâce
Sous la nuit d'été on s'unit
Doucement sous l'infini

Sous la nuit d'été

The Feeling Stays

The vocals and the song lyrics were created by: J J Samuel

Music and production by: J J Samuel

#Pop #PopRock #Electronic #Indie-Rock #PostPunk

A.D.H.D

This is a raw and uncompromising story about rising from the darkness without help, a map, or a safe path forward. 
The narrator comes from a place where the sun never reaches, where words are kept locked away, shaped by pain and hardships. 
Every line is a scar, every verse an act of survival.

It’s a song about forging your own strength when the world is silent and hostile learning to walk through fire and wearing the burn marks like medals. 
There’s no false glamour here, no pretend allies, just a lone voice that has turned smoke and ash into its own power.

The imagery is dark and powerful: storm clouds moving slowly, truths carved into stone, a name echoing like thunder across the sky. 
The song is both a warning and a triumph and proof that even from the most burned and broken remains, something unshakable can rise.

Enjoy...

Ashes Don´t Cry

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRigh

Hidden in the Files

heartfelt country-pop track that blends raw storytelling with an uplifting, anthemic sound. Built around warm acoustic strums and steady percussion, the verses capture the grind of daily life—long workdays, chasing dreams, card pulls, and market swings—painting a picture of resilience and reflection. The chorus bursts wide open, filled with energy and hope, carrying festival-ready power that feels both intimate and universal. Layered guitars, driving bass, and crisp drums lift the song into a space where struggle meets triumph, while subtle harmonies add emotional depth. The bridge soars with intensity before easing into a stripped-down outro, leaving listeners with a lasting sense of purpose and growth. Both deeply personal and relatable, the track is a reminder that the chaos of everyday life shapes us, and that love and belief can carry us through even the toughest weeks

Through the Nights

Music is my meditation, a journey away from the rush of daily life. I shape soundscapes that brings me peace and clarity, where silence is rare and chaos fills every space, music becomes my path to a place, where the noise fades and the soul can finally breathe.

Twisteday

TonyMakerX