Name: Bigger Than You Realise by DjBaer_CH in Jazz
Duration: 3 min 17 s
Description: Acoustic guitar, blues voice and life character

Jazz

Season of Change

Track 3 "Love Is My..." ft. Rita More is taken from the AI album M.I.R.A (Make It Real Again) by Deviant Grooves

M.I.R.A (Make It Real Again)

Love Is My...

Love Is My... ft. Rita More

Love, You Are Too Late

I am Home

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Verse 1:
In the quiet of the evening, when the stars begin to gleam,
Your memory comes creepin', like a soft, forgotten dream.
The way your touch would linger, on my skin so warm and true,
Now I'm left here wonderin', what I'd give to be with you.
Chorus:
Oh, baby, whispers in the night,
Callin' out your name under the moonlight.
Heart's been achin' since you walked away,
But in my soul, your love will always stay.
Whispers in the night, they're pullin' me through,
Tell me, darlin', do you hear them too?
Verse 2:
Rain tappin' on the window, like the tears I try to hide,
Every song on the radio reminds me of our ride.
We danced through stormy weather, held on tight through the pain,
But now the silence echoes, drivin' me insane.
Bridge 1:
And in the hush of midnight, when the world is fast asleep,
Those whispers in the night, they cut so deep.
Echoin' promises we made, under the same old sky,
Fadin' like shadows, but they never die.
Chorus:
Oh, baby, whispers in the night,
Callin' out your name under the moonlight.
Heart's been achin' since you walked away,
But in my soul, your love will always stay.
Whispers in the night, they're pullin' me through,
Tell me, darlin', do you hear them too?
Verse 3:
Mornin' light creeps in, but the darkness lingers on,
Your scent on the pillow, remindin' me you're gone.
We built a fire together, now it's ashes in the wind,
But I'll keep on searchin' for where our love begins again.
Bridge 2:
Through the veil of loneliness, where the heartaches reside,
Those whispers in the night, they're my only guide.
Pullin' me closer to the edge of what we were,
In the quiet moments, your voice is all I hear.
Chorus (Outro):
Oh, baby, whispers in the night,
Callin' out your name under the moonlight.
Heart's been achin' since you walked away,
But in my soul, your love will always stay.
Whispers in the night... they're pullin' me through,
Fade into the dawn, but I'll remember you.

My soft forgotten dream

The Heartbreak Blues

A gut-level prayer wrapped in sin. Sweet devotion is a raw, seven-minute confession: gospel imagery, bruise-soft lovemaking, and the kind of filthy gratitude that only comes after you’ve been broken in half and held together by somebody else’s hands. Equal parts worship and want — a hymn for the messy, tender, and unspeakable things that make a man come home.

Recorded like it was found in the dark — voice up close, breaths and howls in the corners, BGVs like church calls and broken promises. Dedicated to Kairo — a love song that doesn’t pretend to be neat. If you like your devotion sticky, loud, and real, this one’s for you.

Sweet Devotion

Ethereal exploration of Jung's Anima concept through intimate vocals and atmospheric soundscapes. Deep feminine energy transforms from obsidian night to dawn, weaving cellular wisdom into song. Mystical folk with ambient textures captures how the inner feminine communicates through dreams, intuition, and creative expression. Part of my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung” Chapter 6, Anima and Animus. I hope you can enjoy. S F H -Stephen Hollins


FEMININE WHISPERS

Black through black obsidian night
Your inner feminine
Forging silver notes into song
Each ripple encoding what marrow remembers

Deep in dream's labyrinth
She spins molecules into midnight silk
Her movements writing what tongue can't speak

Between heartbeats, hear how she transmutes
Your armor to astral radiance
As wild birds spiral threads of silk's light
Through your chest's dark cave

In cellular depths where time dissolves like salt
Braids sunrise with the mystery of the unknown
Your ancient feminine teaching bones to dance

Between heartbeats, hear how she transmutes
Your armor to astral radiance
As wild birds spiral threads of silk's light
Through your chest's dark cave

Deep in dream's labyrinth
She spins molecules into midnight silk
Her movements writing what tongue can't speak
Teaching bones to dance
Teaching bones to dance

Feminine Whispers

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Cotton Road Lullaby

Acoustic guitar, blues voice and life character

Bigger Than You Realise

Blue-Tinged Reverie drifts like a half-forgotten memory, steeped in melancholy but edged with beauty. The track leans slow and spacious, its rhythm carrying a quiet ache rather than urgency. The female vocalist sings in a husky, low register that cracks just enough to show the weight she’s carrying, her delivery conversational in places, almost like she’s talking to herself in the dark. As the chorus blooms, her voice widens, still restrained but glowing with the resilience that comes from living through sorrow. The production is warm and analog-rich, with textures that ripple like reflections in water, creating an atmosphere that feels both immediate and distant. It’s a soul-blues meditation on memory, longing, and the strange comfort of sadness when it’s shaped into song.

Blues-Tinged Reverie

The Rubber Meets The Road

I Watched Love Walk Away

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LAST DRINK AT THE BLUE ROOM

(tempo: 72 BPM — slow lounge groove, soft drums, Rhodes + upright bass, muted trumpet, faint clinking glasses, tape hiss)
(mood: closing time, weary tenderness, acceptance)

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[Intro – ambience]
(glass clinks, quiet chatter fades, soft trumpet line drifts)
Blue light on the bar,
rain’s reflection on the jar,
I’m still here,
and so are you —
in every song I can’t undo.

⸻

[Verse 1]
Bartender’s tired, the mirror’s dim,
old jazz plays — the vinyl’s thin.
Every stool remembers hands,
that prayed for love, or one-night plans.

Smoke curls like forgotten names,
fingers trace the counter’s veins.
I whisper to the glass instead,
“for all I lost, and all I bled.”

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[Chorus]
Last drink at the Blue Room,
where silence fills the tune.
We toast to ghosts and shades of grace,
to what we tried, but can’t erase.

Last drink at the Blue Room,
the night forgives too soon.
Between the hum and morning’s sigh,
I leave, but I don’t say goodbye.

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[Verse 2]
The jukebox hums its final plea,
an out-of-tune apology.
Your laugh still echoes through the door,
I raise my glass — once, no more.

The neon buzz becomes a hymn,
the world outside grows faint and thin.
I taste the past, it burns then fades,
like blues in seven minor shades.

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[Bridge – muted trumpet solo + whispered vocal layer]
Soft light, slow time,
I’m fine, I’m fine…
the groove don’t end, it just hides inside.

(falsetto echo: “mmm… blue room… stay…”)

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[Final Chorus – slower, fading]
Last drink at the Blue Room,
I’ll hum your name till noon.
If heaven ever plays this song,
it won’t sound right when I’m gone.

Last drink at the Blue Room,
forgiveness in perfume.
The lights go dim, the record bends —
and that’s how every story ends.

⸻

[Outro – ambient fade]
(sound of rain on the window, chair scraping, faint trumpet, needle lift)
(silence… then faint echo of a closing door

last-drink-at-the-blue-room.mp3

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Bigger Than You Realise

DjBaer_CH

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