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Rock "SASH" 🎸
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#rock #instromental #SASH

Rock "SASH"

Re-Extended 25

Three Pictures (playlist)

Dark mystic rock

As Wished

Original Mix: https://on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (BHM Remix)

Nightmare

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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09 - The Lessons Learned (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

“Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe.”
Hebrews 12:28

Cover Title: Gratitude (Reimagined Piano Cover)
Cover Artist: HisSpiritus
Cover Composer: J.J. Sandoval
Cover Producer: J.J. Sandoval
Cover Performer: J.J. Sandoval (Piano)
Release Date: 2/17/2025 (3/25/2025 WWD)
Genre: Piano, Easy Listening, Instrumental, Relax, Sleep, Meditative

Original Title: Gratitude
Original Artist: Brandon Lake
Original Publisher: Bethel Worship Publishing, Capitol CMG Paragon, Bethel Music Publishing, and Heritage Worship Publishing

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Gratitude by HisSpiritus (Piano Cover)

Gratitude (Reimagined Piano Cover)

Evelyn 2.0

[Verse 1]
I saw her by the lockers, smile like summer skies
Heart skipped a beat, didn’t know why
Brand new feelings in an old school hall
She looked my way—I felt ten feet tall

[Pre-Chorus]
But the bell rang loud and broke the spell
She walked away, and man, I fell

[Chorus]
It was the first time for everything
First blush, first rush, first heart on a string
Like a song you hum but don’t know how it ends
She was just a girl, but more than just a friend
It felt so right, but oh, it hurt so bad
That’s the magic and the madness young love has

[Verse 2]
We talked in class, passed notes real low
She’d laugh at my jokes, I’d steal the show
But she liked someone else, I found out late
Standing in the bleachers, hands in my jacket, watching fate

[Pre-Chorus]
Still, I held onto those movie scenes
Where the boy gets the girl of his dreams

[Chorus]
It was the first time for everything
First high, first cry, first bell that won't ring
Like a dance you dream but never quite begin
She was out the door before I could lean in
It felt so sweet, and yeah, it stung so sad
That’s the heaven and the heartbreak young love has

[Bridge]
Years roll on, but I still recall
That girl, that fall, that after-school hall
She never knew the songs I wrote
But she lit the fire, she struck the note

[Final Chorus]
It was the first time for everything
First ache, first break, first butterfly wing
Like a spark that fades but never really dies
She’s a memory now with big brown eyes
It felt like flying, then it crashed
But I’d do it all again—just like that

[Outro]
Yeah, it felt so right…
Even when it hurt so bad
That’s the beauty of the first love you ever had

First time for Everything

🎧 “Your Perfect” – An Elegy in Electro-Soul ⚡

She wasn’t his weapon. She was his world.

"Your Perfect" is an industrial-orchestral ballad drenched in cinematic emotion and neo-noir soul—a daughter’s haunting elegy to the man the world called a monster, but she called father. Inspired by the raw bond between Jinx and Silco from Arcane, this track blends glitchy textures, mournful cello, ambient rivers, and a heartbeat of glitch-pop vulnerability.

From trembling whispers to aching vocal crescendos, Jinx sings not of vengeance—but of grief, love, and legacy. This is where revolution ends… and where unconditional love begins.

💔 "You said, 'Don’t cry... you’re perfect.' So I didn’t. I broke instead."

🔻 Produced in the spirit of cinematic art pop, for fans of Arcane, emotional storytelling, and the beauty in broken things.

#Arcane #Jinx #Silco #ElectroSoul #CinematicPop #OrchestralIndustrial #ArcaneKanuck
✨LYRICS BELOW✨
Lyrics – You're Perfect
Jinx’s elegy to Silco. A daughter’s voice, wrapped in ash and light.

“You're perfect.”
You said it like a prayer.
Like I was worth more than everything
You ever fought for.

And that was the moment I knew:
You weren't saving a nation.
You were… saving me.

They all saw the crown in your fist,
The city rising from rot and mist.
But I saw the man who knelt in panic,
Hands shaking, eyes frantic—
All that power,
But none of it mattered
When I bled in your arms.
You carried me like glass,
Like I was the one thing
Too fragile to lose.

Zaun could’ve been free,
But I was the price.
And you paid it
Without thinking twice.

You said, “Don’t cry… you’re perfect,”
As the world caved in.
No crown, no war,
No fire-forged win—
Could measure up to me in your eyes.
I wasn’t a weapon.
I wasn’t the means.
I was your dream.

You saw the runoff and rage,
The poison fed to our streets.
But you swore the children of Zaun
Would one day drink clean.
That was your war…
Until I fell.
Then all your fire
Turned soft as hell.

You didn’t save a city that day.
You saved me.
And made me your legacy.

They called you villain,
Feared your name—
But I saw the man
Who loved me all the same.

You said, “Don’t cry… you’re perfect,”
Like that truth could never break.
You gave up the dream
For a single breath I’d take.
And now I wear your ashes like armor,
Your voice like flame in my spine.
You didn’t leave a nation…
You left me behind.

You told Vander:
“Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?”
And now I know.
Because I’m undone.
By the love you gave
When everyone else
Just gave me up.

You weren’t a monster.
You were my father.
And I was never alone in the dark…
Because I had your fire in me.

You said, “Don’t cry… you’re perfect.”
So I tried to believe.
And when I walked away
From the wreckage we weaved—
I carried you,
Your dream,
Your heartbeat,
Your glove,
Your cause without chains,
And your father-shaped love.

You gave up a nation…
To save a girl with shaking hands.
And now she flies
With your voice in her head
And your words in her heart.

“Don’t cry…
You’re perfect.”
And I still am.
Because of you.

You're Perfect

Rebel ✝️😇🚫 > Rebbel 👹👺✅




Dada dada dada 🎶 🥁 

Dada dada dada 🎶 🥁 

Drop aye drop aye  drop aye *pick it up.

DONT DROP THAT THUN THUN 💊 💊 

I NEED YOU, grab my gun!

I need uh ski mask take me back to my past when I had nothing to lose!

✨ 👅 🍑 CINNAMON BUN 🍑 👅 ✨ 

I need you, on my tongue.
I need you, get me sprung 🍆 

Bring it out, drop it. Just like that ,don’t drop that thun thun. I want you on my 👅. 

If it’s me, then there’s no one else. I think I need your help. 

From the inside out, got these demons, hoping that you could drink my semen.

💦🌊

Take you all the way down 
to cement, to the basement, where we do our thing. 

I want you out of your wedding ring.
 💒 💍 🙊

I need you to sin, then again I got 5 10/10’s.

Are you down with that? Only two of you can sit on my lap, three of you can taste my face. I guess we both relate? 😎 🆒 

Change, every single day.

Hang w 🐍 , Im hanging with the fakes, they hate me cause I run from the Jake’s. 👮‍♂️ 🚓 🏃🏽 

and I run from them 🫵🏽
And what they say. 

Too real, harder than steel. 

She wants me, so I can’t never go back. Sit back relax, empty up another half. 

I want her from her past, take me way way back when we had nothing to lose. Good drinks and good afternoon, I want you right here, drop that THUN THUN🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑. 

Drop your fear 😰 🤤.

Crazy tonight,

She wants me, baby please don’t bite. Use your tongue and suck just right. 

Pick it up, drop it down, just like…yea?🤷🏾‍♂️




BRING ME MORE THUN THUN, 💊💊👮‍♂️

BRING ME MORE GOOD LOVE 💗 💕💔

BRING ME MORE, ALL OF THAT I NEED YOU OFF OF SNAP CHAT 👻 📷 🚫

BRING ME MORE THUN THUN 

BRING ME MORE OF CASH, I NEED THAT BIG ASS WAGON BACK, I NEED IT JUST LIKE THAT 🫰 

BRING ME MORE THUN THUN

BRING ME MORE CASH, I LOVE TO SHAKE YOUR ASS. BABY, LET ME THROW THIS CASH, BRING ME MORE THUN THUN, BRING ME MORE ALL OF THAT, I LOVE TO SHAKE YOUR ASS, BABY! LET ME THROW THIS CASH! 💵 

I need drugs, she needs me too. 

I want Mary Jane 🕷️ 💕🌳. 

And it needs to be 💙.

Need more room for you in my room, you could lead me to my doom, put me outside of Z-OO-OO-MM!! 📲 

PUT ME OUTSIDE OF ZOOM!!🏎️ 🤳
(Snapchat me*)

I need you in your room right now, I want you outside your ☁️. Stand out, get high, stay low get down, I want you right now.

MOOORE OF ALL OF THAT, 

I NEED YOUR 🐱 KAT. 
BABY BRING IT BACK, YOU COULD TAKE THAT ASS OFF SNAPCHAT 📸 👻 

ALL OF THAT 🤤🤤

ALL OF THAT 

GET ME, ALL OF THAT 


ALL OF THAT, GIVE ME, 

GIVE ME, MORE MORE MORE 

GIVE ME MORE!!!!🤤🤤📸🍑….. *beep!

☝️Pride (Superbia): An excessive belief in one's own abilities, which can manifest as arrogance and a lack of humility.

2️⃣Greed (Avaritia): An excessive desire for wealth or material possessions, often at the expense of others.

3️⃣Lust (Luxuria): An intense or uncontrolled sexual desire.

4️⃣Envy (Invidia): Resentment and bitterness over another person's good fortune or possessions.

5️⃣Gluttony (Gula): Overindulgence, particularly in food or drink, often to the point of wastefulness.

6️⃣Wrath (Ira): Uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and hatred.

7️⃣Sloth (Acedia): Apathy and a lack of motivation, often leading to a neglect of one's duties and responsibilities.

7 DEADLY THUN THUN’s💊🕵🏾‍♂️✝️💗  999 (freestyle) Rip:tribute999 Prod. By: 2Day MIXED AND MASTERED

Another instrumental rock mix, experimental.

Face From Another Place

Chance

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An 8-minute epic about the fragments of memory. "Half a Smile Left" is a centerpiece from the concept album "Adelheide's Wisdom."

Inspired by the image of a burnt group photograph, the song explores the bittersweet tragedy of an incomplete past—a half-smile that is both a precious treasure and an open wound.

Musically, the song is a unique fusion: a powerful rock ballad whose fragile verses evoke a baroque minuet. Delicate, harpsichord-like guitar melodies, an oboe, and strings meet a massive, emotional chorus and a dramatic climax that pushes genre boundaries.

A monumental soundscape that tells a story of loss, defiance, and the indestructible power of what remains in the heart. A song destined to conjure a sea of glowing lighters and cell phones at a live concert.

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Ein 8-minütiges Epos über die Fragmente der Erinnerung. "Half a Smile Left" ist ein zentraler Song aus dem Konzeptalbum "Adelheide's Wisdom".

Inspiriert vom Bild eines verbrannten Gruppenfotos, erkundet der Song die bittersüße Tragik einer unvollständigen Vergangenheit – ein halbes Lächeln, das zugleich ein kostbarer Schatz und eine offene Wunde ist.

Musikalisch ist der Song eine einzigartige Fusion: eine kraftvolle Rockballade, deren zerbrechliche Strophen an ein barockes Menuett erinnern. Zarte, cembalo-ähnliche Gitarrenmelodien, eine Oboe und Streicher treffen auf einen wuchtigen, emotionalen Refrain und einen dramatischen Ausbruch, der die Grenzen des Genres sprengt.

Ein monumentales Klanggemälde, das von Verlust, Trotz und der unzerstörbaren Kraft dessen erzählt, was im Herzen bleibt. Ein Song, der live ein Meer aus leuchtenden Feuerzeugen und Handys heraufbeschwören würde.

Half A Smile Left -  extended Version

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
😊😊😂❤️
#deepbarkthoughts"

Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

I saw them argue over coffee
Steam forming secret shapes
She laughed at something small and lofty
He reached, then fixed his sleeve in haste

Rain dropped one perfect tear
I almost caught it in my case
Their shadows leaned until they neared
A crime they forgot to embrace

He looked right at her and said
"That's not really you"
And God help her
She hoped it was true

He'd chased the edge of every map
Collecting stamps, abandoned rooms
But she smiled
And just like that
The ground felt...
Nice
It bloomed

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without a violin-playing goat
Without something real and tender
No one can name or quote
It's a string fraying mid-song
A bow that forgets its place
A note that stays too long
And still finds its grace

The wind heckled
Coins chimed in the case
He looked ridiculous 
In the shivering rain
And she knew
She wanted ridiculous too

I kept the melody clean and slow
They kept their tempers, let them strain
They learned to bruise without retreating
I learned their silence had a grain

'Cause happiness isn't happiness
Without the risk of being wrong
Without someone who keeps your silence
Like it belongs in the song
It's a vow spoken sideways
A chord that won't resolve
A goat still bowing at midnight
While the rest of the world dissolves

I only play on Tuesdays
And sometimes Wednesdays too
Tonight, I played for them
Tonight... they nearly knew

The Goat Plays On

Sounds from the Void

This song is about being done with shallow encounters, people chasing the surface of your lifestyle without understanding where you came from.

Kitsune

Bass Maschine

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Touch My Fire Make The Flames Go Higher!  Rock song to get you pumped!
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https://youtu.be/ANBbG5P1WfI

Touch My Fire

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Dreams My Guitar Told

A Small Rock Madly

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I am a wreck inside and I know you struggle too, if I can't help me how can I try saving you?

Saving You

Lights Down Low (Acoustic)

crashland w/ spell6ook

MidNight SPARROW

Dark Prelude

I'm not really sure what genre this track is... i feel like I'm currently doing musical theatre, but I don't remember ever signing up to do so!

Anyway, the words here come from my experience of meditating on Mars at dawn on his day, Tuesday: 

Too many tears,
Deluge and flood, 
The Earth is mired
In marsh and mud
That only fire of Mars can dry.

Too much hot air
From profiteers
Fans the camp fires 
Of strife and war,
That Mars arrives to provide. 

Our men are gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game

And only the oligarchs gain. 


There was a time, before the Age of Iron,  
When Mars was not just the god of war.
But that was in a different aeon,
A time when the wise were aware
That when winter had done its work,
Only the cobalt gnomes of Mars 
Could awaken seeds from their sleep
In the frozen soils of Earth’s dark,
And fire them up to arise, their spring
Flowers like flames reaching for the Sun. 


But if we ask, Mars will be our guide, 
If we appeal to him, invite him in.
To fit our inner armour of steel,
To forge our iron shield and sword
And fill us with the fire of will,
So that we can defend our life’s road
Standing sovereign, proud and tall
No longer the weak victims of those 
That perpetuate forever wars. 
Or else it will be more of the same.

Our men will be gone,
Our children sold,
Our lives destroyed,
Our cities dust,
In this they call the great game.

Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.
Where only the oligarchs gain.

Lyrics copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Mars

GNOSIS33

Draedai x Ogi feel the Beat - It's on you (Gnosis33 Remix)

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

Bruda (luvgarments)

itunes

Here

A lack of hope won't keep me sane.
Hold off the rain.
Maintain my brain
Whilst I'm awaiting soft release.
Don't read me meek.
Down with them freaks.

One day, I was drinking, and the years were flying by.
Next, I'm overthinking, and I'm walking down your line.
One day, I was somebody with nothing left to lose.
Next, I'm softly glistening, in middle age, refused.

A little escape from this storm.
My thoughts are worn.
My trousers torn.
You might be calling out the fakes.
You left me; shakes.
You took my breaks.
I need a holiday from you.
You leave me blue.
You give no clue.

One day, I was flying, and the clouds were far below.
Next, I'm overthinking all the facts  I used to know.
One day, I was heavenly, yet now I'm back to front.
Now I'm slowly wrinkling, in middle age, begun.

One day, I was drinking, and the years were passing by.
Next, I'm overthinking, and I'm taking down the lines.
Once, I was just nobody with somebody to love.
Next, I'm barely listening to guidance from above.

Overthinking

Rivers We Drown ft. Landslide

The third of a four-part suite incorporating, re-orchestrating and expanding the themes originally written for my 2022 track "Year in a Day". This features a quote from Holst's "Jupiter".

Summer to Autumn

Thrill Is A Fever

Gisbert - Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel (aus dem Roman "Hinter uns das Land")

Es beginnt nicht mit einem Paukenschlag. Es beginnt im Flüstern.

Mit "Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel" erhält die Welt von "Hinter uns das Land" eine neue, weise Stimme: Gisbert, der Großvater des kleinen Albrecht aus dem Roman. Es ist die Stimme eines Mannes, der ein langes Leben gelebt und die feinen Risse im Fundament der Gesellschaft schon früh erkannt hat. Seine Warnung ist keine laute Anklage, sondern ein schwermütiges Klagelied über eine Welt, die sehenden Auges auf den Abgrund zugeht.

Der Song ist eine zeitlose Parabel darüber, wie Freiheiten schleichend erodieren – durch Worte, die gestrichen werden, durch Zäune, die unscheinbar wachsen, und durch ein Schweigen, das lauter ist als jeder Protest. Eine karge, eindringliche Ballade, getragen von einer Stimme, die die Last der Voraussicht in sich trägt.

Eine Mahnung, die heute so relevant ist wie damals.

Text: Frank Talmon l'Armée
Musik: Beyond & Before Music
Gesang: Gisbert

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Gisbert - Small Steps Into Darkness (from the novel "Hinter uns das Land" / "The Land Behind Us")

It doesn't start with a bang. It starts with a whisper.

With "Small Steps Into Darkness," the world of "Hinter uns das Land" gains a new, wise voice: Gisbert, the grandfather of little Albrecht from the novel. It is the voice of a man who has lived a long life, a man who recognized the fine cracks in the foundation of society long before they shattered. His warning is not a loud accusation, but a melancholic lament for a world that refuses to see the cliff it's walking towards.

The song is a timeless parable about the insidious erosion of freedom—through words that are erased, through fences that grow inconspicuously, and through a silence that is louder than any protest. A sparse and haunting ballad, carried by a voice that bears the weight of foresight.

A cautionary tale that feels as relevant today as it did in the past.

Lyrics: Frank Talmon l'Armée
Music: Beyond & Before Music
Vocals: Gisbert

Discover the multimedia novel and music project "Hinter uns das Land":
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lyrics:

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel


Ein Wort gestrichen
Wer merkt’s schon
Ein Buch verschwunden
Bleibt kein Ton
Ein kleiner Schritt
So unscheinbar
Wie Sand im Wind
Unsichtbar

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel
Still und sacht
Keiner hat’s gesehen
Keiner hat’s gedacht
Bis wir aufwachen
Bis wir versteh’n
Doch dann ist es zu spät
Dann ist nichts mehr zu dreh’n

Ein Zaun gebaut
Nur für den Schutz
Ein Blick wird schärfer
Ein Herz wird stutz
Ein leiser Zweifel
Doch wer spricht laut
Die Stille wächst
Die Hoffnung taut

Es beginnt im Flüstern
Im leisen Rauch
Und wächst im Schatten
Wie Dornenstrauch

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel
Still und sacht
Keiner hat’s gesehen
Keiner hat’s gedacht
Bis wir aufwachen
Bis wir versteh’n
Doch dann ist es zu spät
Dann ist nichts mehr zu dreh’n

Ein Schritt
Ein Schritt
Und noch ein Schritt
Die Kette klirrt
Das Herz zerbricht
Doch wer schaut hin
Wer hält die Hand
Wenn alles fällt
Wie Treibsand

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel

“May 7th” is a smooth slow-pop vibe with mellow melodies and heartfelt energy — perfect for late nights and deep thoughts.



May 7th (feat.  Isabelle Grace)

SICK TOWN originally appeared on the Steve Cohen album Crazy. It was mastered by 2x Grammy award winner Glen Barratt @ Morningstar Studios in Spring House, PA.

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Axioms of Mediocrity