Fourth song from Bunar LifT demo called "Streetlight Chronicles".
Music & Lyrics by Bunar LifT
Stjepan Markunovic & Matej Martinovic


Lyrics by Bunar LifT:
A step into the void
And we are at the begining of a dream that leads to nowhere
There are creatures
Underneath my bed
At nights they lead me to the dead end

Lust for your smile and
Avalanche of happiness in crystal eyes
Without you
Darkness like a sad willow
Tells the stories of a better time

Cracked red hands on the cold wind
Sharp as glass
As you hide your fear of blood
Clenched teeth, you step forward
Your last dawn of smiles
Your last leap of faith
Into the void
As I look you in the eyes full of noise
You are the prison , I am the prisoner
Of your cellar full of hope

The book rewrites for a hundredth time
No pictures, just words, and sketches of poor man's life
Where everything is soaked with a mess
Don't read the lines, it will lead you to forbiddenness

Lust for your smile and
Avalanche of happiness in your crystal eyes
Without you
Darkness like a sad willow
Tells the stories of a better time

Lights In The Cellar

You Don't Burn Me

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Theo scribbles formulas.
Ava and Julian edit with headphones on.

Kate has been quiet all morning.
Then she says:

“Did you ever notice...
every dream we had as kids has a gatekeeper?”

Everyone looks up.

“Like, you can be anything—
but only if someone lets you.
And they never look like us.”

Theo blinks.
“Us?”

Kate shrugs.
“Geeks. Girls. Weird girls. I’m not sure.
At least the ones who didn’t decorate their homework.”

Ava nods, slowly.

“Astronaut. Scientist. Rockstar.
Same club.
Same rules.
Not everyone gets past the door.”

She pauses. Then adds:

“Yesterday, my colleague told me I was
‘refreshingly competent for someone so energetic.’”

Julian groans.
Theo winces.
Ava doesn’t say anything—
but her teacup hits the saucer a little too hard.

Kate pulls out an old journal—
worn, duct-taped, nearly falling apart.

On the cover, in careful block letters:
A PROPERTY OF CATALINA A-P: SCIENTIST, ASTRONAUT, AND ROCKSTAR.

Inside, there’s a poem.
It has verses.
About moon rocks.
About labs.
About fire and sound.

This is Test 4.

About the gatekeepers.
The subtle eye-rolls.
The velvet ropes dressed as “peer standards.”

About how every system that claims to measure talent
starts by measuring tone of voice, confidence, and compliance.

About good little boys who grow up to be respected men—
and good little girls who grow up to be helpful women.

Song: Rocket Girl

Someday I'll be an astronaut
In shiny suit I'll take a shot
Float and spin inside magic dome
Comets spin around my bright home
I'll scoop moon rocks from silver sand
Sketch their secrets in my own hand

But they tell me, "You're just a girl,
dreaming too far ..."
Can’t I rewrite my story?
Show them who we are?

Watch me fly
Touch the sky
I'll be strong
Hear my song

Someday I'll be a scientist
I'll cross off theories from my list
I'll blend compounds in my own lab
I'll trap rare atoms in glass slab
I'll spark new cures before the sun
Then heal the world when work is done

They whisper, "Settle down,
choose something small ..."
But why should I shrink
when my dreams stand tall?

Watch me fly
Touch the sky
I'll be strong
Hear my song

Someday I'll be a rockstar
I'll fire the crowd from near and far
My guitar screams they'll hear me loud
I'll rise above the chanting crowd
I'll roll the miles on back roads wide
Then face the dawn with roar and pride

They say, "Be quiet now,
don't speak so loud ..."
But silence never changed the world,
I'll make myself proud!

Watch me fly
Touch the sky
I’ll stand strong
Prove them wrong
Watch me rise
Claim my prize
Sing my song
Loud and strong!

Test 4: What Were You Supposed to Be? (Rocket Girl)

W/O "U"

Trust Void – A journey through the modern mind
Trust Void explores a world where screens shape reality, lies echo, and masks hide faces. With hypnotic vocal trance and pulsing beats, it asks: Who can you trust? In the end, the only true guide is your own pulse—your instincts, your truth.

Lyrics:

“Trust Void”

Who do you trust?
Who do you trust?

Eyes on the screen
Lies in between
Echo chambers hum
Who will come undone?

Trust no face
Trust no name
Trust your pulse
Trust yourself

Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?

Signals fade…
Voices wane…
In the silence
Only truth remains

Shadows talk loud
Masks in the crowd
Algorithms scheme
Nothing’s what it seems

Trust no face
Trust no name
Trust your pulse
Trust yourself

Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
Who… can… you… trust?

Trust your pulse…
Trust your pulse…
…. your… pulse…

Trust Void

Memories - Live Recording

It hits me out of nowhere, but it’s right on time

Like a shadow that remembers every line

I swear it comes earlier, but that’s a lie

It’s the calendar that keeps me in its spine

Steel doors humming, city breathing slow

Always right on time

اوعد و اخلف

What is love ❤️.mp3

COVER SONG

This is part of a live jam session held at my house on February 7, 2016. Super Bowl Sunday!

Larry Ponczek - Lead Guitar
Joe Storino - Vocal & Bass -
Joe DeBrizzio - Rhythm Guitar -
Ron Snyder - Guitar -

Black Magic Woman - Santana (Peter Green) COVER - Ponczek/Storino/DeBrizzio/Snyder - LIVE

Some new songs available here: https://axiomsofmediocrity.bandcamp.com/album/eighteen-below

Test 4: What Were You Supposed to Be? (Rocket Girl)

Axioms of Mediocrity