You Put A Spell On Me - Austin Giorgio

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Cinnamon - Damiano David, Albert Hammond Jr (1.1x)

This is completely 100 percent original lyrics and words. No AI influence, help or creating of any part of the lyrics and words and the layout of the way it's sang.

this is an expression inspired by Alice and the looking glass or wonderland. I just started writing one night and this is what came out part one I'll finish the story soon. also had inspiration from the amazing Grace Slick and a Jefferson Airplane - this track is like a storytelling folk/tribal song almost like a dark folk trance. trippy and psychedelic.

I did use the help of suno AI to make the music and beats and although it was difficult finally got it sounding how I wanted.  and it helped create a female voice to sing over mine.

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Alice, do you still wonder?  pt1

Enemies

Beautiful symphonic song. In memory of Zegretti Elena.

CELESTIAL VOICE

Black lace moon, candy wine
I’m dressed to haunt, you’re dressed to shine
October’s calling, hearts in disguise
Tonight we dance where memory lies
[Verse 1 – The Costume Box]
Found my old mask in a cedar chest
Lipstick smudged, a velvet vest
I wore it once to kiss a ghost
He vanished when I loved him most
[spooky solo]
[Chorus]
Thrill me, treat me, trick me right
Give me chills and candlelight
I’m not afraid of what I feel
This Halloween it’s all too real
Thrill me, treat me, take your bite
Maybe I’m yours for just one night
[Verse 2 – The Haunted Party]
We crashed a party in hunted dive
Dressed as sins that came alive
You said I looked like heartbreak’s bride
I laughed and danced, but died inside
[spooky solo]
[Hook]
Maybe it’s magic, maybe it’s fright
Maybe it’s just my Maybelle night
I’m not a spell, I’m not a scream
I’m just the echo of your dream
[spooky solo]

[Verse 3 – The Candy Confession]
I stole your Snickers, you stole my grace
We kissed with chocolate on our face
You said “forever” in fake blood ink
I saved the wrapper, made me think
[Bridge]
Cobwebs in the chandelier
Truth gets louder every year
We dress it up, we play pretend
But ghosts don’t care how stories end

[spooky solo]
[Final Chorus]
Thrill me, treat me, trick me right
Give me chills and candlelight
I’m not afraid of what I feel
This Halloween,  it’s all too real
Thrill me, treat me, take your bite
Maybe I’m yours for just one night
[spooky solo]
[Outro]
So light the lantern, dim the shame
Tonight we play the sweetest game
Thrill me, treat me—don’t be tame
This Halloween,(Halloween) I want your to scream your
This Halloween (Halloween)This Halloween(Halloween) This Halloween

Black Lace Halloween by ♨️ 🍪

She wasn’t born with a name that sang
But the forest knew her before she came
A child with hands too small to hold
But the strings bent down and made her bold…
[Verse 1: Fingerpicked guitar, slow phrasing, long rhymes]
She found it in a pawnshop case
Dust on the frets, no saving grace
A body bruised, a neck gone dry
But still it hummed when she walked by
She touched it once, it didn’t flinch
The grain was cracked, the bridge a pinch
But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain
(But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain)
She took it home, no lessons taught
Just fingers bleeding what she thought
She didn’t strum, she didn’t plead
She let it teach her what she’d need
The chords came slow, the notes came wrong
But still it held her all night long
And in that Mahogany, she found her name
Not carved in fame, but born in flame..a fire that today let's us all know her name( all know her name ...all know her name)
[Verse 2: , bass groove, odd rhyming cadence]
She played for ghosts, for kitchen chairs
For empty rooms and midnight stares
She sang to walls that wouldn’t bend
To lovers who forgot the end
She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry
(She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry)
But through it all, that guitar stayed
The only thing she never betrayed
It held her close when no one did
It knew the child she kept well hid
It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak
(It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak)
She didn’t need a stage or light
Just wood and wire and sleepless night
She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim
(She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim)
[Bridge: Strip back to guitar and voice, then build with bass riffs]
She was baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
Not water, not wine, not prophecy
She was saved by sound, by string, by tone
By something built to feel alone
She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all
(She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all)
baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
The girl, the ghost, the flame, the fight
The one who played to make things right
[Verse 3: emotional phrasing, long rhymes]
Now she stands where silence grows
Where rivers hum and memory flows
She plays for those who never knew
That music’s not what you walk through
It’s what you hold when breath runs thin
When love won’t start, but won’t give in
It’s what you clutch when words betray
When all you’ve got is what you play
(When all you’ve got is what you play)
When all you’ve got is what you play
She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t preach
She lets the notes do what they teach
She lets the wood become her skin
The strings her blood, the sound her sin
She doesn’t bow, she doesn’t beg
She walks with rhythm in her legs
She is the song, the soul, the flame
The one who never played for fame
(never played for fame)
never played for fame
[Outro: Repetitive echoes, fading guitar,  bass heartbeat]
Baptized in mahogany…
She found her truth in melody…
Baptized in mahogany…
She played, and that was all she’d be…
Baptized in mahogany…(Baptized in mahogany)…
Baptized in mahogany…She found her truth ..in ...melody…

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Baptized in Mahogany by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

hmm…
They called me whore, they called me wild,
but I was only ever holy.

They dressed me in their scripture,
before I could even read.
Called me cursed, called me dangerous,
planted shame—like a seed.

Watched my mother bow and break,
learned her silence, learned her ache.
But I took her ashes—
and mixed them into paint.
paint, paint, paint…

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
Hear me now.

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire.
(turn their whispers)
into my choir.
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls.
Passion is power.
Love is my rite.
I bow to no throne—
but the gods—and my own life.

From girlhood’s quiet corners,
to streets they told me to fear—
they called me temptress, rebel,
they tried to make me disappear.
But I kissed my shadow,
till it bloomed into light.
An alchemist of sorrow,
I turned shame into sight.

Every scarlet letter—just a stitch in my flag.
Every chain they tried to fasten—now a thread in my rag.
a thread in my rag…

I wear their shame—like a crown of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into my choir!
I am not the beast they built in their psalms—
I’m the priestess—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power,
Love is my rite!
I bow to no throne—
but the gods and my own life!

Call me Whore!
Call me Witch!
You’ll hear me singing!
Call me Lost!
Call me Cursed!
You’ll see me winning!
We’re the daughters of your warnings,
the prayers you can’t erase—
We’re the fire in your story,
and we’re not afraid of flames.

We wear their shame—like crowns of scarlet fire!
Turn their whispers—into our choir!
We are not the beasts—they built in their psalms—
We’re the priestesses—walking out of their walls!
Passion is power!
Love is our rite!
We bow to no throne—
but the gods—and our own life!

We kiss the shadow…
we crown the night…
Alchemists of shame—
turning curse into light.
into light… into light…

Scarlet Fire

Drowning

Drowning (Jensen Ackles)

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lyrics

All gone is here today
Finding room to breathe
Go on beyond your way
And see

And though the sounds of someday
May be home
And though the sounds of someday
May be home

Even the fires on the road
Trying to get away
And all the stars seem on a roll
Out of control today

Though the sounds of someday
May be home
And though the sounds of someday
May be home, yeah

Though the sounds of someday
May be home
Though the sounds of someday
May be home, ay

And though the sounds of someday
May be home, ooh



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