Arko's version of John Lennon's 'Borrowed Time' (tweaked 2)

Rise Again (Lyrics and Music by Michael Guerriero)

God Will Open The Windows Of Heaven

Beyond & Before Music presents "Roots In The Wind" - the original soundtrack to Book 1 of the novel "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land") by Frank Talmon l'Armée.

Immerse yourself in the evocative soundscapes of "Roots In The Wind," a musical journey that mirrors the emotional tapestry of the novel. This album captures the essence of a family's life in East Prussia on the brink of World War II, as seen through the eyes of young Inge.

From the idyllic landscapes of their farm, Gut Gallitten, to the looming shadows of war, each track reflects the innocence of childhood, the growing unease, and the ultimate disruption of their peaceful existence. The music blends elements of indie, folk, and pop with orchestral arrangements, creating a rich and moving listening experience.

These tracks have been meticulously rearranged, and completely remastered using LANDR's mastering services to achieve optimal sound quality for digital distribution.

"Roots In The Wind" is more than just a soundtrack; it's a sonic exploration of hope, loss, resilience, and the enduring bonds of family. It's a testament to the power of music to transport us to another time and place, allowing us to connect with the characters and their struggles on a deeply emotional level.

Experience the world of "Hinter uns das Land" through its music. Listen to "Roots In The Wind" now and embark on a journey you won't soon forget.

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02 - Roots In The Wind (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

[Verse 1]
There was a boy who loved the diamond
Glove in hand and dreamin big
Oldest son of seven children
In a house that barely fit

Two big sisters watched him try
Little brothers by his side
Wore thick glasses chubby cheeks
But he played with all his pride

[Verse 2]
He didn’t make the A team
No cheers or hometown fame
Played on that dusty lower field
But he still loved the game

While his little brother shined with ease
A natural through and through
He kept his nose down in the dirt
With every throw he grew

[Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
Slow at first but gaining speed
From the dugout to the end zone
Chasing every dream he'd need

[Verse 3]
In junior high he hit his stride
Grew tall and tough and fast
Football track and Babe Ruth ball
His shadow finally passed

Friday nights under the lights
He made the crowd stand tall
A chubby kid turned running back
The hero with the ball

[Verse 4]
But the younger one got lost out there
The bright light faded quick
Found trouble in a cigarette
And darkness in a fix

[Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
With bruises scars and grace
Not chasing cheers but something more
His own steady pace

And when his brother stumbled hard
He didn’t run away
Big brother stood behind him
Like he always did those plays

[Bridge]
Now silver streaks his hair
Like chalk lines on the field
Memories in the bleachers
Of the love that time revealed

[Final Chorus]
He ran the bases of his life
From the shadows to the sun
Turned hardship into victory
Never left the job half done

And though the years have slowed him down
His heart still makes the play
Big brother’s still the hero
At the end of every day

[Outro]
Yeah he’s still takin care of number two
Just like he always planned
With a steady heart and wrinkled hands
Big brother’s still the man

The Bases of his Life

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[verse 1]
She left Colorado with the wind at her side
Chasing a whisper across the great divide
Two daughters grown and walking their own trails
But in her heart, their laughter still prevails

She taught in the suburbs by the bay
Melbourne mornings, chalk dust and prayers each day
Teaching roots in a world far from home
Still wondering how far a soul must roam


[chorus]
And she’s still becoming Gracia
Through the healing and the ache
Crossing oceans for the questions
That the silence sometimes makes
In her journal and her heartbeat
There's a light she will not fake
She's still becoming Gracia
Every breath a chance to wake 

[verse 2]
On a Kibbutz where the Galilee sings
She found peace in the simplest things
University walls in old Haifa stone
Studied faith, but she still felt alone

She held the past in tender grace
Missed her father’s final face
In a veterans bed, far from her sky
Ventura wept while she said goodbye

[chorus]
And she’s still becoming Gracia
Through the loss and through the flame
Two daughters off on journeys
But they echo in her name
In the quiet of her longing
She has never passed the blame
She's still becoming Gracia
Never walking quite the same 

[bridge]
Now the road bends, not so wide
But wisdom walks close by her side
With Reiki hands and open eyes
She learns to live, she learns to rise

[chorus - final]
And she’s still becoming Gracia
Not a finish, just a start
Finding healing in the desert
And the shadows of her heart
With her daughters in the ether
And her father in the stars
She's still becoming Gracia
Just as she is, just who you are 

[outro]
Still becoming... Gracia…



Still becoming Gracia

Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Arko's version of John Lennon's 'Borrowed Time' (tweaked 2)

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