"Blues in my Bottle" is a slow-burning blues tale of heartbreak, memory, and late-night solitude. After love walks out the door, all that’s left is an empty bed, a dusty record, and a glass of something strong. With raw emotion and vivid imagery, this track pours sorrow into every line — a toast to the ones who left, and the silence they leave behind.

For lonely rooms, low lights, and lovers gone too long.
#SlowBlues #HeartbreakBlues #RumAndBlues #AcousticBlues #SadSongs

I got blues in my bottle - Vinitor Alexi

🎵 Don’t call the cops, just roll with it- (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent) 🎶

✨ A remake of an extremely popular Brady kent song. 

A provocative look into the world of fashion, trendy clothes and styles. 'Dont call the cops just roll with it. She's at a gig in cherry red lipstick', needs humming in the shower before you got out for the evening.

Step into the raw, edgy world of  the "Heroin Chic Look" , a provocative indie anthem that challenges societal standards and explores the allure of rebellion and unconventional beauty. 
With striking lyrics and a mesmerizing melody, this track boldly stands out as a fearless statement on individuality and expression.

 The official lyric video brings the song’s essence to life with captivating visuals that mirror its artistic and unapologetic tone. Whether you’re a fan of indie music with grit or looking for a track that resonates with your rebellious spirit, "Don’t call the cops, just roll with it" will leave a lasting impression. 

Do you wear cheery red lipstick ?

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Don’t call the cops, just roll with it

Love, You Are Too Late

A storm of strings and silence — the sound of leaving someone you still love, heavy enough to haunt, tender enough to break.

Empty Rooms and Rain on Glass

“Midnight Rain” is a classic soul ballad — slow groove, heartfelt vocals, and the sound of rain washing away the weight of the night. Inspired by late-night loneliness and the hope that storms always pass, this track blends warm Rhodes keys, smooth bass, gospel harmonies, and a touch of vintage strings. Close your eyes, turn it up, and let the rain take you away.

#Soul #ClassicSoul #RnB #JamesRustySanders #MidnightRain #VintageSoul #Blues #NeoSoul #GospelSoul #SlowGroove

Midnight Rain

© 2025 WhoaProductions – All Rights Reserved

The joy of my awareness 
Is the expansion  
of my soul 
as my Crimson is 
being shown. 
The world is seen 
Through what I know. 
The question is, 
“Do I have the acceptance 
To see this humility?” 
To listen and understand 
My true calamity. 
To nurture and heal 
my sub personalities. 
Developed through 
my traumatic reality. 
I pray for the grace 
in me.  
The knowledge to see. 
The safety from wisdom. 
To touch the soul 
in me. 
The intrinsic leaping 
of a continuous spirit 
through eternity. 
Not tied to the past 
as I am allowed  
to stare 
at other’s happy atmosphere. 
While I continue  
to make myself plead 
this ephemeral sorrow 
that is strangling me. 
Why don’t I understand 
That this psycho-drama 
can be 
my Brahma. 
No more self-casted upon 
or blame mama. 
I am surrounded by 
the love of God. 
This glimpse of salvation 
Leads me away 
from my own destructive 
reservations. 
I am not the saboteur  
of my own life today. 
The resounding love 
surrounds me 
as I sit 
and meditate 
and pray. 
The ecumenical  
Joy of awareness. 
Just for today. 
Grant me the willingness, 
for my spirit to stay. 
The depth of my perception 
needs to become 
greater than  
any subjugation. 
For my spirit to become free 
in the complications 
of the world I see. 
I will not cut 
And watch myself bleed. 
I know that love 
Is my path 
To be freed.

The Expansion of My Soul

This new version revisits one of my earliest songs a raw cry from the working class still caught in a rigged game. It’s the same story, but with sharper edges and clearer eyes. The struggle hasn’t changed, but neither has the spirit. We’re still standing, still hoping, and still refusing to fold.

[Verse 1]
Rising before dawn, chasing our fading dreams
Working jobs that barely pays enough for our needs
Just enough to bring us back each day
Each morning's light calls us to the fray

Have we become their machines, doing their dirty deeds?  
So they can play as we struggle to meet our needs.  
The self absorbed acquire more than one could ever need,  
While the working class suffers with broken knees.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the struggles to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

[Bridge]

The game is stacked, we're mere tokens on its board,  
Racing 'round the squares, as our dreams are ignored.  
Just to spend what we earn on another round played,  
Stuck in this loop, while our hopes slowly  fade. 

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

It's time for change, for balance to be found,  
Let the privileged understand the struggle all around.  
Tighten their belts, share some wealth with grace,  
So families can live secure, in their rightful place.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real


[Outro]

A  more balanced structure we need, not just for now,  
To inspire us all to continue and take a bow.  
When fairness is given, and justice is true,  
The game will feel new, and hope will ensue.

Stuck in the Game  (The Working Man’s Cry)

Step by step 
pull by pull 
pick yourself up 
restore your soul 
the life I had been living 
had been taking a toll 
it was like living in 
an ever deeper hole 
at some point I woke up 
maybe I was cold 
but it soon became clear 
it was time to know that 
I had to change course 
I had gone as far as I could go 
Step by step pull by pull 
pick yourself up 
restore your soul 
In one way 
I had been empty 
and in another 
I had been full 
but whatever 
it was it stole my soul
from me 
but I woke up 
I could finally see 
that if I ever wanted to be 
who I was meant to be 
I had to rise up 
I had to claim what was me 
Step by step 
pull by pull 
pick yourself up 
restore your soul
©2025 wr heustis

What Was Me

A warm Thanksgiving- Holiday themed jazz–soul–blues piece filled with gratitude, soft candlelight vibes, soulful reflection and gratitude. 🙏🏼

Grateful in the Quiet - Holiday Song

Heart break-  JohnE

“I’m Not the Man I Used to Be” is a song about what happens after rock bottom — that quiet turning point where survival becomes transformation.
It’s the moment you stop running from yourself, stop fixing everyone else’s storms, and finally face the truth you’ve been carrying for years.

This track is about evolution…
About burning the old versions, breaking the inherited patterns, and choosing to rise anyway.
It’s healing, raw, honest — a reminder that scars aren’t failures; they’re blueprints for who we become.

I wrote this for anyone who’s ever rebuilt themselves from the inside out.
For anyone who’s carried ghosts, chased the wrong salvation, or lost a love that cracked them open.
For anyone who finally said, “I’m done hiding. It’s time to be me.”

If this song finds you at the right moment, I hope it gives you the same strength it gave me while writing it.

Lyrics:

I used to run from every shadow,
Hide my hurt behind a grin.
Played the joker, played the fighter,
Never let the real me in.
I carried ghosts like armor,
Thought the weight would set me free…
But all it ever really did
Was steal the breath right out of me.

I broke, I bled, unraveled—
But the fall taught me to see:
Somewhere in the wreckage
There was more to me than grief.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m standing here with open eyes.
No more running from the mirror,
No more swallowing the lies.
I walked through fire just to feel
My own heart beating honestly…
And now I know, for the first time,
I’m not the man I used to be.

I used to chase the wrong salvation,
Tried to save everyone I loved.
Fixed their storms while mine kept raging,
Built a shelter with no sun.
But something broke—and then I opened,
Let the truth come pouring in…
You can’t heal another’s damage
When you’re bleeding from within.

Lost, betrayed, awakened—
Every scar rewired me.
Pain became my teacher
And it finally set me free.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m stronger where the fractures are.
No more begging for acceptance,
No more worshipping the stars.
I don’t need the past to tell me
Who I am or who to be…
‘Cause now I know in every heartbeat:
I’m not the man I used to be.

I buried old illusions,
Burned the versions built on fear.
I lost a love that broke me—
But it brought me back to here.
Back to the center of my spirit,
To the man I couldn’t see…
Sometimes you lose your whole world
To find who you were meant to be.

I’m not the man I used to be.
I’m wide awake and breathing deep.
No more clinging to the memories,
No more sinking in the deep.
I walked through hell and learned to heal,
Learned that truth will set you free…
And now I rise, rebuilt, reborn—
I’m not the man I used to be.

Not perfect… just present.
Not broken… just free.
A little scarred, a little wiser—
But finally…
finally…

I'm not the man I used to me

I'm not the man I used to be

All songs are original. 
All lyrics are ©wrheustis
I love how Soundcloud does such a wonderful job of getting my music out to the world free of charge. Speaking of which, I tried streaming for years but made next to nothing. What was the point? Who was making the money, the artist or the streaming service? With that in mind, music crosses all borders. It doesn't discriminate. It's done with love and loving the process of creating. If that translates to you, that's all I am hoping for. If it touches your soul, that's even better. Enjoy it and thanks for listening.

Singer/songwriter, composer, producer and/or music maker

What Was Me

Tormented By Beauty