[Verse]
Ridin' cross America on an Indian Chief
Blowin' in the wind
Smilin' ear to ear
The spirit's at peace
Born to win

[Verse]
Humble warrior
Don't try to keep him
You ain't gon' get near
The ghost in the machine
He knows no fear
Born to win

[Verse]
Tears are for cryin'
And hearts are for breakin'
And this life is for livin'
For takin' and givin'
And I was born to win

[Chorus]
Ohh
The wheels keep turnin'
And the night keeps burnin'
Runnin' from sin
Ohh
The world keeps turnin'
And the moon keeps burnin'
Born to win
Born to win

[Verse]
And now I am older
And it's just as I said
The lines on my face
I am what I am
I lie in the bed
Born to win

[Chorus]
Ohh
The wheels keep turnin'
And the night keeps burnin'
Runnin' from sin
Ohh
The world keeps turnin'
And the moon keeps burnin'
Born to win
Born to win

Life is for Livin’

How Will I Be Remembered

Dust and Revenge

A life painted without knowing, seasons adding their colours, faces leaving their shade, until the day the picture clears and you see that was never about what you built for yourself, but what you could pass on, a skill, a love, a legacy, a kindness  to someone else: it wasn’t status or wealth, but the gold you’d grown in others that mattered.
By the end, your life’s picture was a gift being crafted for another all along.

The great artist of this story was you all along, even if you don't see it at the time. :)

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1 the blank canvas]
First breath laid on a canvas bare,
Colours asleep in the waiting air.
Brush of the wind, stroke of the rain,
Lines drawn soft, then cut by pain.

[Verse 2 the shaping years]
Winter carves shadows, summer spills gold,
Edges get sharper as the story unfolds.
Faces and places blur in the frame,
Each leaving a shade, but none with a name.

[Chorus]
Every mark, every hue,
Every scene the seasons drew,
Every line you never knew,
Was painting the place that would open to you.

[Verse 3]
In the quiet, the picture clears,
A lifetime layered in joy and tears.
A hand steps back, the truth in view,
The art was never for keeping by you.

[Bridge]
It wasn’t the crown. It wasn’t the throne,
Not the gold you held, but the gold you’d grown.
A canvas passed, still wet with hue 
Signed at the end, but painted for you.

[Final Chorus]
Every mark, every hue,
Every scene the seasons drew,
Every line you never knew 
Was the gift you were shaping to give them too.

[Outro ]
And in the corner, small but true,
Picasso’s hand… looks a lot like you.







Copyright ©️ 
[Dendritedisco] [2025]. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use prohibited.


We are paintings

What It Takes

© 2025 WhoaProductions – All Rights Reserved

There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin

les pommes

**** Lyrics by John Carse (Copyright @ 2024) *****

Milk & Honey

Musik von MikaSonnin – emotional, kreativ und genreübergreifend.  
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Whispers in the Wind

You didn’t ask / I didn’t speak
like we  were always just gonna meet
The air went still / the world fell quiet
And I knew the truth / without trying to write it…
We were just talking, nothing planned
Your hand brushed mine, not quite a stand
The light was low, the room was wide
But all I saw was what you tried
No lines rehearsed, no script to read
Just silence blooming like a seed
You leaned in close, I didn’t move
And something shifted in the groove
You said it all without saying
You touched the part I kept delaying
You found the note I couldn’t play
And held it there, then walked away
You said it all without saying
You turned the night into relaying
A thousand things I couldn’t name
But still I felt them just the same
I felt the warmth before the flame
The hush before you spoke my name
You didn’t speak, but I heard loud
The way you looked beneath the cloud
No need for words, no need for sound
Just breath and space and hearts unbound
You didn’t ask, I didn’t cry
But something real had passed us by
It wasn’t lips, it wasn’t skin
It was the fire that burns within
It was the pause, the held-back sigh
The way you didn’t even try
It was the echo in the air
The way you didn’t have to dare
It was the truth we didn’t speak
But still it made my knees go weak
You said it all without saying
You touched the part I kept delaying
You found the note I couldn’t play
And held it there, then walked away
You said it all without saying
You turned the night into relaying
A thousand things I couldn’t name
But still I felt them just the same
You said it all without saying
You turned the night into relaying
A thousand things I couldn’t name
But still I felt them just the same
You said it all… without saying…
You said it all…
You said it all… without...... saying….you said it ...all....

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
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And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

How Will I Be Remembered

Alexandru Dimitrescu