I Fly

Moon To Mars

Her Perfect Life

Once in a nightclub on a spanish island, under a special purple spotlight...

Purple Sun

Subshit

This is deeply personal song, about my longing for a father who wasn’t there, and the bittersweet moment of recognition that came too late. My father died shortly after from a massive epileptic seizure.
This blends vulnerability with raw storytelling of the moment my father didnt recognize me at a moment when I saw him, painting scenes of absence, chance encounters, and a final goodbye that is like a clock that can’t be rewound. Melancholic, heartfelt, and haunting — this track is for anyone who has ever carried unspoken love, silence, and loss in their chest.

Miss you dad...

Lyrics:


When I was young, 
I lived without my dad, 
He was somewhere else, in a life I never had
One day the news came
he had fallen down
Hit his head, and the silence was the loudest sound

Days turned to shadows, fear filled my chest
I saw him once more, so fragile, at rest
But the years rolled on, he drifted away
Until fate brought me back to him one day

I asked him the time, just to play my part
He looked at his watch, said “half past eight” with a start
I looked in his eyes, and I whispered through tears
“Don’t you know me? After all these years?”
He smiled and said, “It’s you, my son...” 
But that moment was the last — the final one

I saw him outside, with someone by his side
A quiet new chapter, a different life
I told my friend, “Wait"
I’ll make a small joke
Ask my father a question, words I never spoke

The silence between us weighed heavy that night
A stranger, a father, both wrong and both right
A couple more words, then he faded away
And I never saw him again to this day

I asked him the time, just to play my part
He looked at his watch, said “half past eight” with a start
I looked in his eyes, and I whispered through tears
“Don’t you know me? After all these years?” 
He smiled and said, “It’s you, my son...” 
But that moment was the last, the final one

Now the clock keeps on turning, but the hands won’t rewind
I’m left with a memory, a shadow in my mind
His body gave up, but his ghost still remains
A love never spoken, just silence and pain

I asked him the time, just to play my part
He looked at his watch, said “half past eight” with a start
I looked in his eyes, and I whispered through tears
“Don’t you know me? After all these years?” 
He smiled and said, “It’s you, my son...” 
But that moment was the last
the final one...

Half Past Eight

Reposted with the added vocals of Lien.  My many thanks to Lien for graciously enriching this composition with his amazing talent. You can find more of Lien's wonderful music here https://soundcloud.com/lien-thag

Inspired by the poem "The Peace of Wild Things" by the American poet Wendall Berry.

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

The Peace of Wild Things (featuring Lien)

Lyrics:

Flaskan lutar, kvällen går
Köket doftar gammal gård
Glaset skramlar, dörren slår
Mamma viskar: “Låt det gå”
Lampan blinkar gul och matt
Skuggor vandrar vägg för vägg
Vi tar jackor utan prat
Lär oss gå med tysta steg

Inte vårt fel
Inte vår skam
Håll min hand
Håll andan fram

Håll andan, håll andan nu
Tysta steg, tysta steg
När pappa ropar, stäng din dörr
Tills stormen lagt sig ned
Vi gömmer oss, vi gömmer oss
Två hjärtan under säng
Håll min hand, håll hårt i mig
Tills natten går förbi

Stegen tunga i en hall
Nycklar slår mot naken hud
Mamma säger: “Var ej kvar”
Vi räknar tre och springer bort
Spegeln speglar någon annan
Röda ögon, vitlöst ljus
Vi är barn som lär oss andas
I ett hem som tappat hus

Inte vårt fel
Inte vår skam
Räkna fyra
Håll andan fram

Håll andan, håll andan nu
Tysta steg, tysta steg
När pappa ropar, stäng din dörr
Tills stormen lagt sig ned
Vi gömmer oss, vi gömmer oss
Två hjärtan under säng
Håll min hand, håll hårt i mig
Tills natten går förbi

Om rösten går i bitar—stå kvar vid mig
Om väggar saknar lyssning—så hör jag dig
Vi sätter oss i skåpet, vi räknar lugnt
Vi väntar ut det värsta, vi håller tungt
Det här är inte vårt att bära
Det här ska aldrig vara lära

TV:n viskar utan ljud
Klockan står men natten går
Grannen stänger sina fönster
Vi lär oss karta, vi lär oss spår
Morgonen är blek och trasig
Frukosten blir tyst och kort
Mamma lägger filt om axlar
Säger: “Ni är modiga, mina söner”

Inte vårt fel
Inte vår skam
Vi andas in
Vi håller fram

Håll andan, håll andan nu
Tysta steg, tysta steg
När rösten bränner, stäng din dörr
Tills stormen lagt sig ned
Vi gömmer oss, vi gömmer oss
Men tar oss ut i dag
Håll min hand, håll hårt i mig
Vi går när ljuset slagit an

Inte vårt fel.
Inte vår skam.
Vi andas ut.
Vi går tillsammans.
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Track: Tysta Steg
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Tommy Larsson
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Tysta Steg - Feat. Tommy

Kept the pen warm while the spotlight faded.  
Built the hooks they danced to, never stated.  
Watched the charts climb with someone else's name.  
Now the silence breaks, I'm rewriting my game.  
Wrote for stars who never knew the fire.  
Gave away gold just to pay the wire.  
Held my tongue while the crowd got loud.  
Now the mic’s mine, see me rock the crowd.  
This ain’t borrowed.  
This ain’t fake.  
Feel the tremor  
when I shake.
I got a release for you.  
This is the beat that’s gonna break the scene.  
Raw rhythms, real talk, no sheen.  
I got a release for you.  
This track don’t stop, it climbs and soars.  
Built for the rebels who unlocked doors.  
I got a release for you.  
Kept it quiet while the world kept spinning.  
Played the long game, now I’m winning.  
Every lyric etched in nights and fire.  
Every beat’s a step climbing higher.
Ghost in the booth, now I’m front and center.  
Wrote their verses, now I’m the inventor.  
No more silence, hear me rise.  
This is an anthem in disguise.
I got a release for you.  
This is the anthem they can’t deny.  
Built from the truth they tried to buy.  
I got a release for you.  
Feel the beat drop, breaking the mold.  
This is my story, finally told.  
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  
Beats so straight, they're taking flight,  
Cause this is music born from night.  
I was quiet while they played their game,  
Now hear my anthem light the flame.
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  

I Got a Release for You written by Edwin H. Balder

Blueprints of the Unseen is a cinematic, metaphysical ballad that explores the hidden architecture behind reality; the codes, patterns, and silent structures that guide our lives beneath the veil of ordinary perception. With poetic and mystical lyrics, the song invites the listener to question randomness and recognize the deeper designs unfolding through time, memory, intuition, and fate. The soundscape blends ambient textures with sacred electronic tones and a subtle sense of mathematical precision, like hearing the universe’s source code through music. Fractal rhythms, atmospheric synths, and dreamlike vocals evoke a sense of awe, as if you’re floating through the spine of space-time, decoding the divine language that holds everything together.

Blueprints of the Unseen

An album crafted with AI‑generated sound support, but featuring lyrics entirely written by a human author. La Stanza delle Onde pays homage to the golden era of Italian progressive rock in the 1970s — including its fondness for long, lavish band names (like Premiata Forneria Marconi or Banco del Mutuo Soccorso) — and the band name celebrates that tradition with a wink.
Harnessing classic sounds like Hammond organs, modular synths, flutes, odd time signatures, and intricate arrangements, the tracks explore identity, solitude, the passage of time, media distortion, and forsaken ideals.
This isn’t just nostalgia. It’s a new creation that looks back to better understand the now.

Non mi riconosco più

C.W. Music Productions creates original, genre-spanning songs with the help of AI — blending human storytelling, satire, and emotion with cutting-edge technology. From folk to funk, protest ballads to comic pop, every track is crafted with purpose, curiosity, and a love for independent sound.