One of Cake's more personal beat tapes, "Colored Pies Only: 'Settling, The Score' ". This is that "sitting in the driveway, going for a long ride to nowhere burning gas, fast-food burger with drink from the corner store" therapy music. There may be some people who would want to lay lyrics to it and then there are others who need it for the soul. They say food is for the soul.  Well that's why I made this tape. I want this to be a hip-hop form of meditation through soul samples. Everybody has problems. All races and cultures.... I hope this helps whoever needs it. However, I definitely hope this means something to fellow people of color.

Bourbon Pecan Pie

This song captures the lingering presence of a past lover, even after the relationship has ended. The singer is haunted by "traces" of their ex – their scent, their laughter, their touch – which serve as constant reminders of the love they shared.  These memories are both bittersweet, evoking both joy and pain. While the singer acknowledges the need to move on, they struggle to escape the pervasive reminders of their past love, which seem to color their entire world. Ultimately, the song expresses a determination to let go and heal, symbolized by dancing in the moonlight and releasing the "traces" that bind them.

Traces of You

[Verse 1]
The scent of your cologne still haunts the air,
Every shadow whispers that you were there.
Your laughter echoes in the empty halls,
A melody of love that now just falls.

[Chorus]
I light a cigarette, let the smoke rise,
Trying to forget your lingering lies.
But the ashes can’t cover the truth in my eyes,
Baby, you’ve got me hypnotized.

[Verse 2]
Your touch lingers like a soft refrain,
A bittersweet mix of joy and pain.
Your ghost waltzes through my mind each night,
But I can’t outrun your fading light.


[Chorus]
Oh, traces of you, they’re everywhere,
In the songs I sing, in the clothes I wear.
I try to move on, but it’s hard to do,
When the whole world is painted in traces of you.


[Outro]
The scent, the sound, the scars, the flame,
All whispers of you that still call my name.
But tonight, I’ll dance in the pale moon’s hue,
And slowly let go of the traces of you.

Traces of You

Lord's on my mind

The Warrior’s Lament

Little bit of soul little bit of love… to make you feel some type of way

Sexy Time

"Sinful Hours" is a sensual and passionate song about giving in to temptation and desire during the late hours of the night. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of an intense, secretive encounter where inhibitions are cast aside. The song captures the heat of the moment—fuelled by tequila, physical attraction, and an unspoken understanding between two lovers.

"Sinful Hours"

Three a.m. and your eyes are locked on mine
Tequila's got me doin' things that cross the line
My nails leave marks across your skin
Mmmmh, the night is young, let's begin
Your touch ignites what I try to hide
Got me confessin' thoughts I can't disguise

I'm not the type to lose control
But tonight I'm breakin' all my rules
Ooooh, ooooh, MOOORE! 

These sinful hours, takin' me down
Bodies entangled, not making a sound
These sinful hours, wicked and deep
Markin' your body with secrets we keep
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Curtains drawn but the moonlight slips between
Illuminatin' all the places you've been
Your mouth finds spots that make me writhe
Got me beggin' like it's my last night
Perfume mingling with what we've done
Ooooh, ooooh, COOOME!
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Sinful Hours

Cold Empty Space

Pops Gambino represents his foundation with the tribute to the Blues!

Nola Nights

Mijn liefde, mijn bloem, mijn leven

Please listen to the EP where "Follow me" comes in different styles!
https://soundcloud.com/bondlezz/sets/follow-me

Amanda Lear’s disco classic "FOLLOW ME" is reborn as a powerful, blues-infused anthem, drenched in raw emotion and wrapped in the lush, haunting tones of a string orchestra and aching violins. This seductive new version channels a deep sexual devotion and irresistible desire, echoing the intense and intimate passion of Nine ½ Weeks. It’s a hypnotic invitation to surrender. Not just to a lover, but to the burning fire within that drives you to chase your deepest dreams, reshape your destiny and lose yourself in a world where love, lust, and longing become indistinguishable. Every note pulses with aching longing, every breath whispers seduction, drawing you into a dance of passion and vulnerability.


FOLLOW ME 

[verse 1]
I’m getting out, I'm moving on
And from now on, address unknown
(Address unknown, oh yeah)
I shall be difficult to find
So follow me, just follow me
(Just follow me, oh yeah)

[verse 2]
I′ll sell you dreams and new desires
(I’ll sell you dreams and new desires)
I'm trading hopes, I'm open late
I am the night, I am your fate
So follow me, just follow me
(just follow me, oh yeah)

[bridge]
Faust was right, have no regrets
Gimme your soul, I′ll give you life
And all the things you wanna get
So follow me, just follow me
(Just follow me)


[pre chorus]
I′ll give you wings, I'll sell you fame
Merry-go-round maybe to hell
I am the key to your problem
So follow me, just follow me

[chorus]
Unbelievable maybe
You′ll have a new identity
For a second of vanity
I wanna change your destiny
(Just follow me, just follow me, oh baby yes, just follow me, so follow me, just follow me, just follow me, oh yeah)

[chorus]
Unbelievable maybe
You'll have a new identity
For a second of vanity
I wanna change your destiny
(Just follow me, just follow me, oh baby yes, just follow me, follow me, follow me)

I′ ll  give  you  anything  you  want
My  wish  is  your  command
If  you  agree  to  follow  me
( Just  follow  me,  oh baby yes, just  follow  me)

Songwriter and rework: BONDLEZZ (Torsten Ulrich Galts)
Original Lyrics: AMANDA LEAR

please support Amanda: https://soundcloud.com/amanda-lear-490761753/follow-me-2016

FOLLOW ME - AMANDA LEAR (nine and a half weeks edit)

Six Feet

Lots of soul!!!! 

https://open.spotify.com/artist/21rsMzQsOq8sAxi17LiQWU?si=RD8UsmVPR5y3K1-jYsbUaw

A Hits A Hit!! Thanks for the likes. That’s what keeps me going.

Cold Empty Space

Ryan Westmoreland