I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
The silence weighs heavy, and my voice is dust
I'm not sure why I'm crying, but I feel I need
The tears flow like rivers, my soul to feed

I'm not sure why I'm running, but I can't stay still
Chasing after shadows up a lonely hill
I'm not sure why I'm fighting, but I can't give in
The battle's my refuge, where the pain begins

I'm not sure why I'm hoping, but I cling to the thread
A whisper of faith in a mind full of dread
I'm not sure why I'm dreaming, but I hold on tight
To a vision of peace in the darkest night

And every question burns, like a flame on my tongue
Every answer fades, like a song unsung
But something inside me keeps pushing me on
Though I can’t explain what I’m searching upon

I'm not sure where I'm going, but I won't turn back
The road may be winding, but I've found my track
I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
In this echoing void, I will place my trust

I'm Not Sure Why

Instrumental melodic Metal featuring shredding guitars and funky grooves.

Born in 1980 under the name KRT, the band began its journey in the raw energy of live shows — in Spain, including a memorable concert in Burgos, and in Brussels at the Teatro. Those early years, intense and furious, were wiped away overnight: all archives, tapes, posters, and memories stolen in a single car theft, as if someone had tried to erase history itself.

By the late ’80s and early ’90s, the group found shelter in the former RKM studio on Avenue Molière in Brussels, under the demanding ear of artistic producer Jean-Claude Maury. From those sessions emerged Fast Beat and The Ballad of the Mouse and the Bird, defining tracks that carved NUR’s sound into stone — dark, restless, untamed.

After a split and years of silence, the band resurfaced under the name NUR, carried this time by the new promise of the digital age. The music could no longer be erased; it was destined to survive.

But fate struck again: the passing of one of the founding members closed the collective chapter. Today, NUR rises once more, as a solo incarnation. More than a project: a resurrection. A flame still burning, more than forty years after its first spark.

Independent musician, songwriter and producer from Brighton, UK.

www.oliverrobinsonmusic.com

Every time I am sincerely surprised that the music came together again, that it worked. I don’t often write music , to enjoy nature of this wonderful process.
All tracks AI free!
Big thanks to SOUNDCLOUD for the wonderful opportunity to be heard and to my invisible friends, musicians and composers, whom I hear well thanks to SC
As an architect, I am interested in the question - if architecture is frozen music, then music is melted architecture? In this case I'm the freezer unplugged.🤗
The iceberg from the freezer is still dripping, but over time it can leak heavily...
My musical education is modest - 4th grade piano in childhood at the cultural center named Mikhail Kalinin in Kharkov + SC now

I'm Not Sure Why

Axioms of Mediocrity