Na boa, gostei demais da faixa, achei bem produzida, bem arranjada

Like the whistling very good like this acoustic sound

When every war is lost
And every hatred spent
Some folks will throw a ball
And some will boo
With nothing left to feel & do

Hep hep-hep!

Don't start assumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

When I was a child
I did believe, I did believe
In Socrates
And all the Greeks who said that
We could all be good

I sat and smiled
As teachers taught we were the greatest
Fought the hardest
Just to win back
A tiny fraction of what used to be ours

It's understood
The meek & mild must toughen up
When something greater is at stake
A martyr acts
when lemmings leave

No wreaths for cowards!
It took the dying of a world to make it clear
A Holy War rings 
The gold in someone's purse

We did some bad things
But soandso did so much worse...

When every tribe is lost
And all the money spent
Some folks will drown in song
And some will jeer
With no-one left to kill in fear

Hep hep-hep!

Got caught presumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh hek
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

I'm still that child
But many reasons and excuses later
I just try to keep afloat without
Kicking my neighbor down

And failing bad
Do I blame the strings that have us tangled
When the strings were made by
Drowners like myself?

What if it's something we can't help?

What Makes Us Human?

I Break Down

[verse] 
a year of snow fell that day 
nary a child could stay away 
angels, igloos and men of kinds 
creations all from eager minds

and under the pines near the hill 
the freshest snow lay quiet, still 
there stood a man built from snow 
alone, where the wind won’t blow

[chorus] 
loneliness stands beneath the pines 
the snowman waits for Valentines 
a heart of ice in a soul of steam
the snowman lives a silent dream 

[verse] 
one warmer day, the sun did shine 
and found its way through the pine 
it touched his heart, a warm embrace 
while the smile melted from his face 
suddenly in his snowy mind 
he knew he’d never stand till Valentines 
the love he waited for, may never come 
his closest love, was now the sun

[chorus] 
loneliness stands beneath the pines 
the snowman waits for Valentines 
a heart of ice in a soul of steam 
the snowman lives a silent dream 

[instrumental with bluesy trumpet solo]

[bridge] 
and someday… it all will melt 
never mind how we felt 
life’s too short to stand and wait 
we have the freedom to make our fate 
so if you have a soul of steam 
never live a silent dream 
’cause…

[chorus] 
loneliness stands beneath the pines 
the snowman waits for Valentines 
a heart of ice in a soul of steam 
the snowman lives a silent dream

Snowman

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

Fortuna

Look out of the window
What do you see?
Darkness?
Snow
Endless snow

Not the soft kind
not the cruel kind
just the arriving kind
uncommitted
unfinished
forgetting each landing
as soon as it happens
And I think 
of how we fall
quietly
before noticing the height

It multiplies names
while it falls
grain-snow
thread-snow
stumble-snow
sideways-snow,
the I-never-meant-to-be-here snow
the don't-write-me-down-yet snow
Each one a rehearsal
for falling toward someone
or falling away

Each flake invents its own grammar
drops it rewrites it mid-air
White that erases itself
white that remembers dusk
white that doubts white
The way we doubt ourselves
halfway down the fall

I try counting
fail
try again
They keep shifting pronunciations
whirl-snow
hush-snow
window-scratch snow
the maybe-I-was-rain snow
Every name a variation
on wanting to fall
and not knowing where to land

They don't fall
They negotiate with gravity
swerve, stall, hesitate
descend like hesitant monks
in dissolving robes
geometry forgetting its edges
Like the moment a heart slips
not quite rising
not quite breaking

Some drift upward
some drift nowhere
some land only on the idea of landing
I've done that too
falling without touching
falling without choosing

Under the streetlamp
they turn to brief insects of light
cold, transparent
bright without reason
free for exactly one second
A second is enough
to fall for someone
or fall out
or fall through yourself

I stand
They continue
They keep their hundred names
and give none away
Snow remembers nothing
perhaps that's why
it looks so alive
as it falls
Perhaps that's why
we do too

A Hundred Names for Falling

Cinnamon rising
Windows fog
Oven humming low
like it's half on the job

Flour on the counter
flour in her hair
He brushes it off
like he meant to be there

Butter sizzles
Pan clicks shut
Radio crackles
through static and cut

She taps the spoon twice
tastes what's left on her lip
He sneaks a bite
before the sugar can drip

Rolling pin stutters
Table creaks
Dough keeps sticking
every few streaks

She presses harder
he steadies the board
No big talk,
nothing forced

Orange peel. Ginger
Sharp, then sweet
Steam curls around
their legs and feet

He burns his thumb
she blows on his hand
Sting goes quiet
No plan

Cut-out stars
with crooked sides
Trees leaning over
like they're tired

A gingerbread loses a leg
she laughs at the fall
He eats the piece
like that was the goal

The oven breathes heat
Slow. Thick
Cookies lift at the edges
getting glossy, quick

Sugar turns amber
The room turns warm
Spice in the air
like a quiet storm

They frost too soon
The icing runs
She tries to fix it
he says it's done

Ghost-shaped snowflake
Crooked hat man
They let the mess be
just what it can

The cat jumps up
nose to the tray
Sniffs a star cookie
knocks it away

It lands on the floor
icing smudged thin
She curls around it
purring like it's her kin

Cooling racks ticking
Kettle starts to sing
Steam climbs slowly
fogging everything

No need for words
The room already knows
They share the first cookie
before it cools

Cinnamon Rising (feat. cat cameo)

Ballad 
Chill
Guitar 
Acoustic 
Love Song
Variété Française 
Calm 
R&b
Pop moderne 

"Envie d'être avec Toi " Charléza Refaeli

Touchin' The Wind

Better You Than I (Live)

"Rotten Choices” is a dark folk / gothic ballad built like a slow funeral march. A stripped, slow walk through self-inflicted ruin and the ghosts of what could have been. In pre-release videoclip available here https://distrokid.com/videos/watch/dv-uL3En8Pg4

He walked a corridor where rot wore gold,
where every shining door dripped something vile.
Their jeweled frames hid hungers carved in cold
a velvet grin drawn tight in death-mask style.

He chased the glitter of the poisoned feast,
tasted the sweetness sliding off decay.
Warm bodies opened like a gutted feast,
and pleasure stank of things that crawl and sway.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

Behind him hung a door of untouched bone
plain, silent, bare, unttempting to the blind.
A girl who knew him once, before he'd grown
the maggot-heart that fed upon his mind.

But hunger drags the weak toward the bolts of light
the cruel, electric blaze that chars the skin.
He left her standing mute against the night,
and kissed the mouths that bled the fever in.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

And every vow you whispered turned to flies,
each pleasure curled in shadows slick with sin.
The doors you worshiped once were only lies
their velvet rot still breathing through your skin.

And when he limped back through stench and mire,
her door was sealed—no pulse, no trace, no breath.
Another warmed the hearth he'd set on fire,
and he was left to love the taste of death.

So mark his fate—the man who drank his rot;
the gleam you chase will gnaw you to the bone.
For every plague-born mouth you kissed too hot
will leave you starving when it wants you gone.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

So let the gleam collapse to dust and bone;
you pace its ruins till the marrow’s gone.
For what you lost was love you’ll never own—
and what remains is rot you built upon.

Rotten Choices

🖤 Wild.Era is a genre-bending project that explores the beauty of darkness through sound (AI-assisted). Blending gothic folk, dark blues, alternative rock, and cinematic undertones, the music creates immersive worlds where shadow and light coexist. At the heart of Wild.Era lies an emotional hybrid: sadness that feels like a gentle hand on the shoulder, darkness warmed by a small ember, and loneliness that quietly whispers “I’ve been there too.” It isn’t depressing. It isn’t dramatic. It’s human.

Guided by raw emotion and shaped through experimentation, each song becomes a poetic journey. The lyrics echo the spirit of decadent and symbolist voices such as Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Wilde, D’Annunzio, legends who transformed shadow into illumination. Wild.Era carries that same torch: melancholy turned into meaning, tiredness turned into truth, and struggle turned into something beautifully alive.

If you’re drawn to haunting melodies, intimate lyricism, and music that lives between light and ruin, step deeper into the Wild.Era.

Rotten Choices

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