You’re the milk and honey in my steaming mug of tea
You’re the red hot chili peppers in my favorite spicy kimchee
I was sitting alone eating plain white rice
When you came to the table with a bowl of teriyaki

It’s the little things that make life big
It’s the little things that matter the most
It’s the little things that make me happy
It’s the little things you know it baby
It’s the little things that pack the biggest punch
It’s the little things that come along in bunches
It’s the little things that make life big
It’s the little things that matter the most

If I’m eating a burger, you’re my secret sauce
When I’m brushing my teeth you’re that minty dental floss
You’re the sparkles in my water the whiskey in my Coke
You’re my last ten dollar before I go broke

It’s the little things – a harmless little white lie
It’s the little things – a tiny bit of blue sky
It’s the little things – the sparkle in your eye
It’s the little things – whispered promises at goodbye

You’re the mushrooms in my ramen you’re the butter on my bread
You’re the lyrics in my song you’re the clever things I said
You’re the fine line between a win and a tie
You’re the moment at dusk the sun drops out of the sky

It’s the little things that make life big 
It’s the little things that matter the most
It’s the little things that make me happy
It’s the little things you know it baby
It’s the little things that pack the biggest punch
It’s the little things that come along in bunches
It’s the little things that make life big
It’s the little things that matter the most

It’s the little things – a harmless little white lie
It’s the little things – a tiny bit of blue sky
It’s the little things – the sparkle in your eye
It’s the little things – whispered promises at goodbye

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio October 2023
@woods_studio

Little Things

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https://open.spotify.com/album/0K4ueEnvEKveKVq9817m33?si=FdnEphJuRt2YpDXi6orGZA

Lofi - Xmas

In her new song Inyha takes us on a journey to the 7th heaven of love on the wings of Mr. J. But even if love can give us wings, it cannot free us from our own chains, it can only give us the will and energy to do so for ourselves. This is the image Inyha paints with her handmade sounds and arrangements in melancholic, nostalgic colors and a dreamy 90ies touch.

Mr. J

I'm staring at the ceiling, counting cracks in the wall,
Echoes of silence, no one's calling at all.
My thoughts are drifting, like a boat in the sea,
Lost in the darkness, there's no light I can see.

Paper stacks towering, a monument to my plight,
Emails keep pouring, in the dead of the night.
My soul's been auctioned, to the corporate machine,
Chasing dreams deferred, in a dull routine.

I'm so angry I want to scream,
I want to let it all out and dream,
But I won't do it, 'cause they'd think it's strange,
In this prison of norms, I can't rearrange.

Coffee cups empty, like the void in my chest,
The clock keeps ticking, won't give me a rest.
My heart's a furnace, burning with suppressed rage,
Trapped like a rat, in this cubicle cage.

I'm so angry I want to scream,
I want to let it all out and dream,
But I won't do it, 'cause they'd think it's strange,
In this prison of norms, I can't rearrange.

So I'll bite my tongue, wear my mask with pride,
Hide my fury, let it simmer inside.
In this cynical dance, I'll play my part,
A silent scream, from a silent heart.

Silent Scream

Wie viele seid ihr wirklich?

Wie viele seid ihr wirklich? (instrumental)

A ballad about changing seasons #singer #acoustic #folk #guitar #new music

Blush

A Good Morning

https://ffm.to/pumpkin-strangers
Night Of The Pumpkin Strangers is the first song to kick off our Halloween 2024 celebration! While yesterday's instrumental track (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/spooktober-instrumental) was just a little teaser, this song sets a deeper, eerie tone, telling the story of mysterious pumpkin creatures from space. And it’s not over yet: get ready for another special and unusual celebratory track coming on October 18th (Haunted Cycle, here: https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/haunted-cycle), complete with a lyrics video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDb6G-QKLRU) to elevate the spooky vibes! 🎃👻
A fourth Halloween-themed track will be released afterward, a Reggae piece titled Zombie Chef Supreme (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/zombie-chef-supreme).
Released on major streaming platforms on October 10, 2024.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/b6KbcaiVebg
https://beatingedge.bandcamp.com/track/night-of-the-pumpkin-strangers-2
©2024 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Under the rustle of midnight crows  
Where the wind howls secrets never known  
Came the strangers with hollowed glow  
Carved from earth, where pumpkins grow

With twisted roots and ancient bark  
They slither through the velvet dark  
Their faces burn with ember eyes 
Harvesters of haunted skies
 
Pumpkin strangers from distant stars  
Riding down on beams of scars  
They’ve come to claim the embered night  
Where phantoms bend and fires bite

In fields where corn once bowed and bent  
Now rise the forms from heaven sent  
Their laughter crackles like the frost  
In the dance where time is lost

Through the cracks of brittle ground
They whisper songs without a sound 
The earth splits open roots descend 
In this night that has no end

Pumpkin strangers from distant stars  
Riding down on beams of scars 
They’ve come to claim the embered night  
Where phantoms bend and fires bite

And when the dawn forgets to rise  
And daylight flees the mourning skies  
The pumpkin strangers will leave their mark
Carved in stone where stories start

Night Of The Pumpkin Strangers

Ye Are Not of My Sheep (George Gerrard Original)

Photograph albums seem to be able to hold a memory that is somehow more tangible than their digital equivalent. This song imagines an older women on her favourite chair looking back at pictures from over the years. 

Picture Book

كلمات وألحان وغناء: محمد صلاح الدين، توزيع : شادي عبد الوهاب

فيلم هندي

I'm a singer-songwriter from Dundee with a warm, distinctive sound and a love of storytelling. If you'd like to keep up with live shows and music news have a look at my social pages!

"All music is folk music, I ain't never heard a horse sing" Big Bill Broonzy

Blush

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