Name: Floodlights by Internet Jules
Duration: 4 min 45 s
Description: I wrote this song on camera in a YouTube video. It is intended to sound like a Halsey song. For one year I was peer pressured by the internet to produce and release it.

hey dudes do you wanna give the songs i've actually worked hard on some streams pls https://open.spotify.com/album/2Wn87dd2oa9747JMWQrewk?si=c7uVSw_USv2z7uq5C_rqRQ

pls listen to my actually good music https://soundcloud.com/user-640072563/this-product-contains-nicotine-nicotine-is-an-addictive-chemical

This is BEAUTIFUL! But pleaseee we need Angel Face!!

this is so accurate oh my god but it's actually a great song

yooo, this is an incredibly well written song Juli!!! Just found it on Youtube.

I don't own this, this is doddleoddle's cover ^u^

Toothpaste Kisses - Doddleoddle

Title: Ash on My Paws

The forest didn’t ask for fire.
The river didn’t choose the poison.
You called it progress.
We call it loss.

Smoke where the morning used to breathe
Plastic leaves on a dead tree
You paved the path, cut the sound
Concrete crown, king of the ground

You burn for comfort, drill for speed
Take what you want, not what you need
Then you point at us, say we’re strange
While you torch the only home we had

I feel it in my bones, in my skin
This world remembers what you’ve done
You don’t hear the warning howl
But the silence is getting loud

[Chorus]
Ash on my paws, fire in the sky
You call it normal, we call it goodbye
Therian hearts, rooted deep
We don’t conquer — we keep
While the earth is forced to bend
We stand with nature till the end

Oceans choking on your waste
Profit first, then plead your case
You build machines, forget the law
That nothing here is truly yours

We walk softer, feel the ground
Every loss is deeply felt
You call us less, you call us wrong
But you’re the ones who don’t belong

I don’t want your future plans
Drawn in ink, not dirt or hands
I remember claws and rain
Not this endless need to reign

[Chorus]
Ash on my paws, blood-red sun
Another species, almost gone
Therian love, nature-bound
We don’t rise — we stay grounded
You take, you break, then pretend
We stand with nature till the end

We are not above the wild.
We are part of it.

Ash on My Paws  - Therian love

Verse 1
In Cayor’s golden, whispering land,
where baobabs like sentinels stand,
Lat Dior was born of storm and flame,
a child of thunder, wind, and name.

Verse 2
His gaze could burn, his voice could bind,
with ancient oaths and fire aligned.
The French came armed with maps and chains,
but Lat Dior broke their silent reigns.

Chorus
Oh Lat Dior, ancestral roar!
Your spear is a star, your stride is war.
Oh Lat Dior, drum of the soul!
You never bowed, you made us whole.

Verse 3
With Mbeuleuk, his lightning steed,
he crossed the realms with blazing speed.
Jolof, Baol, Ndiambour rose,
as clans united in burning prose.

Verse 4
The colonists brought gold and pride,
he answered with a silent stride.
Each battle danced with fierce intent,
each retreat sang of firm dissent.

Chorus
Oh Lat Dior, ancestral roar!
Your spear is a star, your stride is war.
Oh Lat Dior, drum of the soul!
You never bowed, you made us whole.

Bridge
In Dekheulé, the earth grew still,
the sky grew dark, the air grew chill.
Wounded, cornered, he did not plea:
“To die for my people is eternity.”

Coda
The baobabs bent low in grace,
the griots sang through time and space.
Lat Dior lives in every beat,
in every soul that won’t retreat.

Story
Lat Dior. The Lion of Cayor
On the golden savannah of Cayor, where baobabs watch the horizon and drums speak to the ancestors, Lat Dior was born, son of thunder and wind. From childhood, his gaze burned like the midday sun, and his voice carried the weight of ancient oaths.
When the French arrived with maps and rifles, promising roads and chains, Lat Dior did not kneel. "My land is not for sale, my soul is not bent," he said, and the griots sang his defiance for the peoples of the Sahel.
With his horse Mbeuleuk, swift as lightning, he roamed the kingdoms of Jolof, Baol, and Ndiambour, uniting clans, awakening warriors, weaving alliances like webs of fire. His lance not only wounded: it pointed the way to dignity.
The settlers offered gold, titles, treaties. He responded with silence and strategy. Cayor became a wall of drums, an echo of resistance. Every battle was a dance, every retreat, a tactical poem.
But in 1886, on the plain of Dekheulé, destiny called him. Lat Dior, surrounded, wounded, did not beg for mercy. “To die for my people is to live forever,” he cried before falling. The earth shook. The sky darkened. And the baobabs bowed their branches.

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