Glass Jaw, Gold Voice is Willa’s origin story told in bruises, ballads, and battle cries. Across ten genre-blending tracks, she turns vulnerability into voltage—singing through heartbreak, betrayal, and survival with a voice that’s equal parts velvet and venom. The album is a cinematic journey through dimly lit clubs, rooftop confessions, and emotional warzones, where every lyric feels lived-in and every beat hits like a memory.
Willa doesn’t ask for sympathy—she demands recognition. Her verses are bar-heavy and sung with precision, weaving trap snares with orchestral swells, gospel echoes with industrial grit. From the defiant anthem “Velvet Glock” to the haunting closer “She Sang It First,” this album isn’t just a debut—it’s a declaration.
She’s not here to be saved. She’s here to be heard.


Willa

She Sang It First

Motivierender Hymne am Morgen — das Leben beginnt, Sonne steigt und du fliegst los. Female Energy, uplifting Sound.

FLIEG HOCH

KATUSHA

Masquerade

Grace Over Me, Written by Tal Richman · Performed by King Chico

This version of Grace Over Me is a Soul-Gospel Ballad rooted in 1950s–60s vintage soul with a modern cinematic glow.




Grace Over Me (Vintage soul)

The Old Haunts

(Music begins: upright bass walking slow and warm; brushed drums in an easy shuffle; a lazy electric guitar chord blooms and fades. A violin sighs once, then settles into the background.)


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Verse 1

Same streetlight flickers outside the flat,
Same black cab hums where the pavement’s cracked.
Window fogs where I used to cry,
Now I just watch the buses glide by.

Camden smells like smoke and rain,
Every bar still knows my name.
But the girl who wore that crown of noise—
She learned to trade the ache for poise.


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Pre-Chorus

The jukebox spins a record slow,
The kind I played too loud before.
I hum along, but this time low—
Don’t need the pain to love it more.


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Chorus

The old haunts don’t haunt me anymore,
They’re just stories I lived once before.
I walk past ghosts with an easy grin,
Raise my glass to who I’ve been.
The old haunts don’t haunt me anymore.


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Verse 2

Passed the café where you called me “wild,”
Now the waitress says, “You look so mild.”
Funny how peace can change your face—
Turns the running into grace.

Graffiti fades on the record shop wall,
But I still see us, twenty and small.
We thought love was a war to win—
Now I know it’s a place to begin.


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Pre-Chorus

The rain taps soft on my coat tonight,
A rhythm steady, clean, and right.
The city hums, a familiar chord—
But I don’t tremble anymore.


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Chorus

The old haunts don’t haunt me anymore,
They’re just stories I lived once before.
I walk past ghosts with an easy grin,
Raise my glass to who I’ve been.
The old haunts don’t haunt me anymore.


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Bridge

I thought healing was a song that ends,
But it plays again in different friends.
Every laugh, every scar, every missed refrain—
They’re the notes that taught me how to stay.

(The strings swell softly; the bass keeps walking steady, like footsteps on wet pavement.)


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Final Chorus

The old haunts don’t haunt me anymore,
They’re postcards from a life I wore.
I bless the tears, I bless the floor—
Of every bar that kept me sure.
The old haunts don’t haunt me anymore.


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Outro

(Music fades to just bass and guitar.)
The jukebox hums, the streetlight glows,
I take the long way home—
And the city finally feels
like mine.

(A final brushed snare and upright bass note linger; the reverb carries her breath into silence.)


The Old Haunts

Mmmh, Say My Name Slow

(Intro)
Mmmh… say my name slow…
Don’t rush the heat — let it grow.
(soft inhale, exhale syncs with bass drop)

(Verse 1)
Your voice rolls low like wine,
My pulse keeps time to every line.
You spell me out between your teeth,
I breathe you in — beneath, beneath.

(Pre-Chorus)
Every syllable drips, every pause bleeds gold,
Say it slower — let me lose control.

(Chorus)
Mmmh, say my name slow,
Let the sound take hold,
Ooooh, let the letters flow,
Across your tongue like something untold.
Mmmh… don’t stop, don’t go —
Say my name… slow.

(Verse 2)
You trace the vowels down my spine,
Each consonant a warning sign.
The room hums low — a velvet ache,
Even silence learns to break.

(Pre-Chorus)
Your breath is rhythm, I’m the rhyme,
We stretch forever in borrowed time.

(Chorus)
Mmmh, say my name slow,
Let it burn, let it glow,
Ooooh, let the sound unfold,
‘Til we forget who we were before.

(Bridge)
Don’t sing it — whisper it,
Between your lips and sin’s consent.
Spell it wrong, spell it right,
Either way, I’ll come to light.

(Final Chorus / Outro)
Mmmh… say my name slow,
Don’t speak, just show.
Ooooh… every breath I know,
Is you — say it… slow.


Mmmh, Say My Name Slow

When the final note fades, the silence remembers.
“Beneath the Movement Pt. 2” drifts into the quiet that lingers after creation —
the echo of a piano’s last chord, the whisper of breath through the dodouk,
the stillness that sings even when the music has ended.

Soft vocal pads weave through mist and light,
where emotion meets reflection, and peace becomes melody.

A serene continuation of Beneath the Movement,
this track invites you to listen not to the sound — but to what lies beneath it.

🎶 The music may stop… but the feeling remains.
Produced by Quarry Studios.

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Beneath the Movement Pt 2

[Verse 1]
I walked through the noise you left behind,
Every word still lingers’ in my mind.
Your memories fades where I used to smile.
So I found my peace under open skies.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every tear was a seed in disguise,
Now the flowers bloom where my pain resides.

[Chorus]
(Mi amor)
Mi amor,  let it pour,
Washed my heart till it hurt no more.
Alone, but I don’t feel the same,
Freedom’s just another name
Mi amor(Mi amor)

[Verse 2]
The night revealed secrets I used to hide,
Now I dance with ghosts that once made me cry.
The thunder sings a melody so clear,
Every drop reminds me I have nothing to fear.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every scar became a map of my fight,
Guiding me softly into the light.

[Chorus]
Mi amor, 
You let it pour,(mi amor)
Washed my heart till it hurt no more.
Alone, but I don’t feel the same,
Freedom’s just another name
Ohh Mi amor.(Mi amor)

[Bridge]
Storms may come, but I won’t break,
I’ve learned to love the ache.
Clouds may cry, but so do I,
And in their tears, I learn to fly.
(Fly whoa oh Fly...)

[Chorus / Outro]
(Mi amor )
Mi amor, oh let it pour,
Washed my heart till it hurt no more.
Alone, but I don’t feel the same,
Freedom’s just another name
Mi amor…

Mi Amor

For Benedetta Cappa

(FR) Une déclaration d’amour ... chamanique.
Les tambours résonnent comme un battement ancien, la flûte trace un chemin invisible entre deux âmes, et la voix invoque, sans filtre, l’essentiel : l' amour.
Pas de carte. Pas de direction. Juste la certitude que chaque pas ensemble est vivant.
Un morceau qui danse entre le feu et la pluie, la joie et la douleur.
Un rituel amoureux. Une célébration.

(EN) A love song — shamanic edition.
Here, taiko drums echo like ancient heartbeats, a traditional flute guides the soul, and the voice invokes, unfiltered, the essential truth:  love.
No maps. No destination. Just the certainty that every step together feels alive.
A track that moves between fire and rain, joy and pain.
A celebration. A ritual. A heartbeat made sound

INCATATION

Incantation

My musical journey actually started on the accordion as a kid but eventually I found myself studying classical piano. I got bitten by the jazz bug and ended up developing a pretty broad taste in musical genres. I’ve always been fascinated with Keyboards and synthesizers while still appreciating acoustic instruments. I love arranging and composing, and the satisfaction of ideas in your head becoming songs to others. A big shout out to all those who have contributed and helped make these songs come to life. 

Whether playing solo or in a band, music should always be enjoyable and thought provoking. Any day listening to music is better than any day not!