Hearts Are Just Accessories

Welcome to Winter Red Tunes
Where every song tells a story, and every genre finds a home.

From theatrical villain songs that steal the spotlight, to pulsing electro-pop that gets you moving—
From smooth jazz grooves and heartfelt folk ballads, to soothing ambient and chill soundscapes that let your mind drift...

No matter your mood, we’ve got the soundtrack for it.
This is a channel for music lovers who crave variety, creativity, and bold expression.
So hit that follow, and dive into a world where genre boundaries disappear, and every track surprises you.

Winter Red Tunes – Music for every shade of you.

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Love’s a myth the old folks keep
But freedom’s found in what runs deep
Why tie a knot when doors swing wide?
Why settle when you can just slide?

No strings, no vows, no second guess
Just bodies dancing in a mess
Connection’s nice, but choice is prime
(And promises? A waste of time)

You call it chaos—I say play
Who needs a heart to light the way?
Desire doesn’t ask for trust
It simply takes, and calls it just

Hearts are just accessories
Swap 'em out as you please
Truth is fluid, so’s the bed
(And nothing sacred in your head)

Woke in heat and free from shame
What’s a soul but just a name?
Love’s old lace, but lust’s in style
(And virtue’s gone the extra mile)

Let’s redefine what wrong once meant
Intent’s enough to pay the rent
Monogamy? A dusty script
Let’s tear it up and freely slip

One night, three names, and who keeps score?
The body's just a revolving door
Say you’re bold, say you’re loud
(And call the wreckage something proud)

A kiss, a shrug, another spin
Regret’s the only kind of sin
But clean your slate, reset your tale
And if it grows? Just post the bail

Hearts are just accessories
Wear them fast, dispose with ease
Woombs and words are just a phase
(We market love in stranger ways)

Celebrate the chase, not vows
Who needs silence, depth, or brows?
We trade the sacred for the thrill
(Then press delete, and call it will)

I’ve got a flag for every taste
A story stitched with gilded waste
No roots, no rules, just endless spree
(And we’ll pretend that makes us free)

Hearts are just accessories
Styled for momentary pleas
The future’s light, the past is quaint
(And pain’s just proof that you ain’t faint)

So toss the rings, ignore the cost
We’ll celebrate what we’ve all lost
No need to feel, no need to grieve—
(Just close your eyes and disbelieve)