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Broken heart full of regret, memories that it´s hard to forget

OneMore - 02 On The Road - MIX 3

Dear Diary

no more no more

Sticks and stones they crack the air
Splinters flying everywhere
But words they cut like jagged glass
Shards of venom dressed in sass

She whispers sharp she bites the night
A tongue of fire no end in sight

Sticks and stones might bruise your bones
But her words they carve through thrones
Venom in her tone sting in her spit
Every syllable a dagger hit

Sticks and stones .mp3

SOULMATES

Fragile

Verse 1
Just got home and found your note
Folded by the coffee can— just three words you wrote
Said “I’ll do better”—truth is, that takes two
We let it ride too long—now I lost you
I’ll take my share—write it plain to see
It wasn’t all you, and it wasn’t all me
Chorus
I could use some forgiveness,
But I ain’t takin’ all the blame.
We tried to fix what broke us,
Kept chasin’ a win that never came.
You know I'm not the only one,
You played your part too
Now I’m only halfway guilty—
The other half is you.
Verse 2
Empty spot on the wall and a busted frame
Calendar stuck on June—every square looks the same
I won’t go tellin’ our good friends what all we’ve been through
I’ll carry my half and leave the rest with you
If this is goodbye, you know I'll always take your call
And I'lll still be that shoulder you might need afterall
Chorus
I could use some forgiveness,
But I ain’t takin’ all the blame.
We tried to fix what broke us,
Kept chasin’ a win that never came.
You know I'm not the only one,
You played your part too
Now I’m only halfway guilty—
The other half is you.
Bridge
We'll let the rain talk for us, and we'll just let it pour
Hope you find the peace you're lookin' for
Final Chorus
I could use some forgiveness,
But I can't take all the blame.
We tried to fix what broke us,
Kept chasin’ a win that never came.
You know I'm not the only one,
You played your part too
Now I’m only halfway guilty—
And baby, so are you.

Halfway Guilty

■概要(Overview)
みんにゃについていけなくて、にゃんかノレにゃい自分・・
そんな感じの曲にゃ。みゃぁ、このギターが一番ノレてにゃいにゃん！
いい子だね！いい子だよぉ！
It's a song about not being able to keep up with everyone else and feeling a bit left out. Well, this guitar part isn't the most catchy though!
What a good kid! What a good kid!

■歌詞
夜の街をただ
あてもなく歩いた
どこかの客引きが
舌打ちをする夜

過ぎて行ったもの
探しているように
冷たいビルに紛れ
灯を探している

紛れていたい
同じものを見て
クスッとしたりさ

はやりの歌
友達同士で口ずさみたいな

でも何をしたって上の空
どうにもノレない
ズレてる感覚
自分を塗りつぶす
夜の灯　色を付けて
私を隠し　混ざり合ってゆく

真剣なまなざしで
作り話をする
無意味な時間さえ
捨てることも出来ない

過ぎて行ったもの
つかみ取った人が
冷たいビルに紛れ
灯を浴びる夜


誰かの歌　聴こえてきて
口ずさむふりをした
その時　少し混ざれた気がしたのだけど

でも何をしたって上の空
どうにもノレない
ズレてる感覚
自分を塗りつぶす
夜の灯　色を付けて
私を隠し　混ざり合ってゆく
夜をほどいてく

■Lyrics (English translation)
"Out of Sync Night"

I walked the city streets  
With no destination in mind  
A tout somewhere clicked his tongue  
On a night like that  

As if searching  
For things that have already passed  
Blending into cold buildings  
Looking for a light  

I want to disappear into the crowd  
See the same things  
And smile quietly with someone  

A trendy song  
I wish I could hum it with friends  

But whatever I do, I’m not really there  
I just can’t get into it  
This offbeat feeling  
Paints over who I am  
The city lights tint me  
Hide me, and I begin to blend  

With a serious gaze  
I tell made-up stories  
Even meaningless hours  
I can’t bring myself to throw away  

Those who’ve grasped  
What has already gone  
Blend into cold buildings  
And bask in the glow of night  

Someone’s song reaches me  
I pretend to hum along  
And for a moment,  
I felt like I belonged—just a little  

But whatever I do, I’m not really there  
I just can’t get into it  
This offbeat feeling  
Paints over who I am  
The city lights tint me  
Hide me, and I begin to blend  
Unraveling the night

ノレない夜(Out of Sync Night)

When I wake up, I don’t wanna
Face the mirror, I'm a goner
Fake my cool, my chest gets hotter
It burns like soda in my veins
Missed that moment, lost that dollar
Scuffed up ego, hot on the collar
Buzzin’ head, where's the gain?
Nobody’s driving me sane

You talk slick, I can’t stand it
Go ahead, tear your bandage
You just want to drag my name
While I cave in, you play savage
God, I hate it — but I manage
You make me sort of enjoy the pain

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up feelin’ like a fake, oh
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up - next to my mistakes, no
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Lose my place or lose my grip
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up - just to exist

Keep on loopin’, thoughts keep shootin’
Half alive and half rebootin’
Hold my breath like it’s a stunt
Play that role and keep disputin’
Truth’s diluted, mind’s polluted
Choke me gently, call it blunt

You're so proud, I can’t mute it
Tear me down and refute it
You make me want to burn places I've seen
But I still stay, barely rooted
Freaking out, wired, deluded
You make me wanna claw through my screen

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up feelin’ like a fraud, oh
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up prayin’ - oh my god, no
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Keep losing sleep I can’t recall
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Keep being your light in the hall

Told myself that it gets better
But I’m still taped up with tether
Every day I come undone
Take my face off, switch the weather
If I break, well, call it clever
Say I ran — but I never run

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up stitched into a mask, oh
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Rehearse answers, you never ask, no
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Chase the lines that they made bleed
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna
Wake up just to not succeed


I Don't Wanna

I wasn’t to sure about this song when I first wrote it but it’s grown on me now.
So I’ve decided to release it and it’s just a simple ditty recorded on my mini boss.
There’s something very organic and rewarding about recording on the box as it’s referred to.
So I hope you like and you can make up your own mind what you think it about so answers on a post card to my comments.
Gaz Brownie gives you ……

The Charm 

V1
Picking up the pieces without you on my mind 
Enough time to get my ducks in a row and keep them in a line
From Memphis to Mars this time it’s gone to far
Never ever will, I become feathered and tarred 

Chorus 
So you feel a little melancholy
That’s not the reason for saying sorry
the third time is not going to be the 
charm x2

V2
Every queue you are at you put near the back
And every argument we have, I’m always the end of your sad
Chasing material highs for things, you can never have
I’m gonna find the one for me & grow from a bonsai tree

Finish on Chorus 
Repeating …. The third time is not going to be the charm

The Charm - Gaz Brownie

The Snow Queen – The Forest
September 2025
Duration: 2:45
Listen to more music from the Snow Queen ballet at: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-snow-queen-music-for-danse
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Snow Queen Ballet January 2026 in Colorado.
For strings, shakuhachi, bass flute, heckelphone, marimba, double bass, field recordings, timpani and percussion

The Snow Queen - The Forest

É fácil reagir sem pensar , sem sentir, sem olhar
Quando você não está nem aí
Outro dia ainda me arrependo
Mas agora não estou nem aí, eu não estou nem aí

Tente entender
Quando você está procurando a si mesmo e não vê
E o que eu posso dizer
São só palavras de um desconhecido
Que não vê

O tempo para o seu tempo
A conversa exposta com seus meros detalhes
A noite pede mais
Eu respondo a mais
Está bem,eu faço qualquer coisa

Tente entender
Quando você está procurando a si mesmo e não vê
E o que eu posso dizer
São só palavras de um desconhecido
Que não vê

Não está escrito e nem dito
São só palavras de um desconhecido
Que não vê

Vocais, letra e melodia: Gui Pagliari
Guitarras e arranjos: Silvério Simioni
Baixo: Jaime Bones
Bateria: Kassio Todescatt

Fechado

Dance through the night

An attempt to imagine something of the beauty in the horror of the music teacher who teaches his classroom of children to harmonise with the drones. 

What grows after fire

(Verse 1)
Midnight scrolling through my pain,
Your ghost appears inside my brain.
Glowing blue light on my face,
But all I see is your empty space.
I chase your shadow through the screen,
Replay moments that could’ve been.
Neon memories that never fade,
I’m drowning in the mess we made.

(Pre-Chorus)
Every call turns into silence,
Every truth becomes defiance.
You left echoes in the wires,
Burned my heart with cold desires.

(Chorus)
Broken signal in my veins,
Love was lost inside the chains.
Every pixel, every cry,
Just a lie inside your goodbye.
Fading slowly, glitching through,
But every glitch still feels like you.

(Verse 2)
Your name is coded in my skin,
Every beat pulls me back in.
Synthetic tears on metal floors,
I hear your knock on phantom doors.
You were my high, my dopamine,
But now you're gone — a dead machine.
I try to breathe beyond the static,
But every breath becomes traumatic.

(Pre-Chorus)
Every message… never sent,
Every moment… consequence.
You cut the cord, erased our light,
But I still dream of you at night.

(Chorus)
Broken signal in my veins,
Love was lost inside the chains.
Every pixel, every cry,
Just a lie inside your goodbye.
Lost transmission, fading sound,
Wish my heart could shut you down.

(Bridge)
Delete the files, delete the pain —
Yet your ghost still runs the main.
You were the glitch that felt like home,
Now I face the dark alone.

(Outro)
So fade away, dissolve in screen,
But you're still here — inside the machine…
Broken signal… forever stays.


BROKEN SIGNAL

Gravity

dear diary…
xoxo, Brooke 🤍💋

Brooke Justus is a lyricist who burst onto the music scene in June 2024. Since then, she has crafted more than 50 original songs that explore the highs and lows of life with raw honesty, poetic depth, and a touch of whimsy. From the playful romance of Dear Diary to the gut-wrenching vulnerability of Even If It’s In A Dream, her music is as diverse as the emotions that fuel it.

Each song is more than just a melody—it’s an experience, meant to be read as you listen. Hidden within the lyrics are subtle clues, layered meanings, and echoes of other songs, weaving a tapestry of stories that unfold over time. Together, they tell one larger narrative: her unfiltered emotional spectrum, captured in real time. Brooke’s lyrics aren’t just heard—they’re felt and seen, inviting listeners on a journey through love, loss, ambition, and everything in between.

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