Call In Sick / Reflection

Reflection

To feel broken, lost, or left behind is to fight a silent war within a battle to hold together the pieces while the soul learns to rebuild.

Pieces of me

The light you once carried, it lives in me now.

Deadeyes

Abandoned souls, Circles of light,
I guide myself through the afterlife.
I know inner sections, forever and more.
I know intersections and forever and more.
Forever bitterness. The bitter taste tonight,
Simultaneously, the life in contempt to realise.
Save me tonight, Give back my dreams,
I hold the life that I want to begin.
I guide my soul forever and more.
Hide, is all condemptions in destiny, your soul,
Going around like a circle.

Precious souls.
Humanity.
Where we are into,
That's the part of destiny.

I find my light of destiny. Desiring in my humanity.
I guide my soul. The frequency of light.

I complete the love for, and take in, my own angel in me.
So desperately I guide my soul.
I want to reach the target of all love,
Believing in only me. Save me for myself.
I want to reach humanity.

When our lovers everywhere.
We are part of it in the night where there wants to be the chosen who manned life.

The Frequency of Light

Lyrics:

Shiver in the corner
Sitting on our back porch
Reading all our old messages
Staring down the shotgun
I know that it's not fun

But it really is the most that i've had in a while
I don't wanna smile
Everyday's the same to me
Like honestly
You're just in denial
I don't wanna smile
Everyday's the same to me
Like honestly

Me amor
My heart is sore
Wine and war
I can't take more
Tangled by the vines that you planted years ago
It doesn't even matter but I thought i'd let you know
Stranded in the forrest of fear
I wonder where I go from here
I might never come back
I would rather face wrath

But if I don't i'll visit every once in a while
I don't wanna smile
Everyday's the same to me
Like honestly
You're just in denial
I don't wanna smile
Everyday's the same to me
Like honestly

I Don't Wanna Smile

Караблi

Hi there! :) First of all, great thanks Stanislav Maslov and Outside Records for the drum part and the percussion parts.

I created this music inspired by this small poem I once wrote:

"I've gone out of these walls
that give me warmth and hatred.
A winter wind is blowing softly on my face;
The wind is cold.
Snowflakes are getting on my tongue
and melting quickly,
and evening darkness is descending on this town.

The snow is falling softly on the street
and sparkling under streetlights.
It's calm around here;
life flows on its own.
Was all of that which was before,
or not?
The strain has gone,
The time has come,
I'm going home."

Snowflakes (drums by Stanislav Maslov)

December twenty-something
Deadlines, cold mornings, my bank app frowning at me
I should be wrapping up a masterpiece
But all I’ve got is this song
And a coffee-stained receipt

I thought about getting you something real nice
But every good idea has a painful price
A watch? Too flashy. A book? Too cliché
Turns out ten bucks doesn’t stretch far today

I saw a scarf you’d probably like
But that means eating ramen until Friday night
So instead, I’m here with a humble little tune
Hoping it hits right, like the solstice moon

Same-day shipping? Too much for me
Eight bucks feels like highway robbery
So I gift-wrap this melody, slightly off-key
No refunds, no fees - just authenticity

You’re the calm in the madness, the one thing that’s clear
The reason I’m still upright, despite this absurd year
So take this tune - it’s crooked, but true
A December anthem I stitched up for you

I wanted to impress you. I swear, I really tried
But my checking account laughed - "Not on this yuletide"
I almost sold my keyboard, but let’s not be rash
I’ll keep the music flowing, even if I’m out of cash

There’s pressure everywhere to be "the perfect pair"
You deserve champagne, but I brought tap water to share
This isn’t much, but it’s honest and free
A song stitched together from scraps of me

Maybe someday-gold and glitter
For now? Lyrics on my phone’s cracked screen
Someday-luxury, first-class tickets
Tonight-just me, broke but keen

You’re the calm in the chaos, my compass, my cue
The reason I’m still laughing when the rent comes through
Take this tune - it’s ragged, but true
A December something I made just for you

December twenty-something
A guitar, a verse, and a heart that’s worn thin
It’s not wrapped in ribbon
But it’s where we begin

December Twenty-Something

Open your eyes

Jeremias Langsämmer's My Hand Is Still A Fist captures a profound sense of inner turmoil and fragility. A halting and uncertain exploration of timing anchors the piece, with a delicate piano ostinato tentatively emerging, only to be engulfed by waves of mournful strings. The cello frames the composition with an aching sadness, weaving a narrative of vulnerability and unresolved conflict.

My Hand Is Still A Fist

Into the Fog Again (Take one)

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