Analog recorded 1995 with Multitrack Recorder
Lyrics:
This Song is made for dancing Crows
Witch turning up for crashing deep
Living proudly in their plastic house
They are even falseness when they sleep

It is the prayer through the dust
Make them hear the rainbow singer
Sometimes they gaze in their own rust
And no more they will linger

Prayer

Crazy Moon

Verse 1:
Such a magical full moon night
Now it rules the night
And tarot cards laid out
You're before me in the moonlight
That falls on your face —
You are lovely, no doubt.

Spread the cards and tell my fortune,
I want our lines of life and fate to merge soon.
But now I have immersed myself 
In the signs of the deviant moon.

Chorus 1:
Crazy moon,
What are you doing to us?
You see our
Every move from above.
Oh! Crazy moon,
Please just decide my fate.
But I don't ask
For much — I'll believe and wait.

Verse 2:
Whispers echo through the midnight,
The stars don’t lie — they speak.
You draw the Lovers card,
And I’m caught between belief and dreams,
Between fate and chance,
And this pull from your heart.

Your eyes reflect a hidden knowledge,
Like you remember me from some past life or two.
And I’m starting to believe 
The stories once told ‘bout the deviant moon".

Chorus 2:
Crazy moon,
Are we just threads in your web?
You watch us,
Like some old cosmic test.
Oh! Crazy moon,
Spin me a brand new fate —
But if I fall,
Let it be worth the wait.

Verse 3:
Shadows twist in candle flame,
The hour is getting late.
You draw the final card,
And I feel it like a sudden change —
A shift in the air,
Like the moon knows my name.

Some truths were never meant for knowing,
But still I chase them like a fool in full bloom.
Just trying to decode The signs and cold silence of the deviant moon.

Chorus 3:
Crazy moon,
You’ve seen it all unfold.
You knew us,
Long before we were told.
Oh! Crazy moon,
Now I don’t look away —
Now I’m all in,
So show me the cards and stay.

Crazy Moon

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                         🎼ТАНЯ🎶

(Куплет 1)
Дверь хлопнула — шаг в пустоту.
На плечах — вся тяжесть мира.
Дождь стучит, как будто совесть.
В каждом капле — "Ты не достоин".
Таня ждет, но я не знаю.
Где конец, где начало...
Лестница вверх — девять ран.
Каждый этаж — мой провал.

(Припев)
Я лезу сквозь тень и лёд.
Сквозь голоса, что в голове живут.
"Ты неудачник!" — кричит стена.
Но в сердце свечка — Таня одна.
Если я выживу, то только ради неё.
Сквозь ад и холод, сквозь ложь и разлад.
Один шаг вверх — и снова бегу.
Чтоб на крыше крикнуть: "Я всё ещё живу!"

(Куплет 2)
Второй этаж — семья в трауре.
"Ты убил её!" — кричит брат.
Третий — студенты с презрением.
"Урод!" — и смех, как удар.
На четвёртом — вода до колен.
Пятый — дипломы, смех, обман...
Шестой — вода, отец в слезах:
"Где ты был, когда она звала нас?"

(Припев)
Я лезу сквозь тень и лёд.
Сквозь голоса, что в голове живут.
"Ты неудачник!" — кричит стена.
Но в сердце свечка — Таня одна.
Если я выживу, то только ради неё.
Сквозь ад и холод, сквозь ложь и разлад.
Один шаг вверх — и снова бегу.
Чтоб на крыше крикнуть: "Я всё ещё живу!"

(Бридж)
Восьмой этаж — Таня в свете.
Её смех, как магнит.
Но полиция позади.
А в руках — огонь горит.
Девятый — тень под ногой.
Кредиторы, грязь, долг...
"Ты меня не любишь?" — её шепот.
И замок, что не дрогнет.

(Финал)
Я бью камнем — замок трещит.
Тень ползёт, но я не сдамся.
На крыше луна — как маяк.
А в трубке её: "Жду тебя!"
— "Жди... Я приду, я обещаю..."
Лампа погасла — но сердце не гаснет.
Лестница вниз, но не в отчаянье —
В объятия Тани, в её прощенье.

(Тихо, на выдохе)
Этажи... Высота...
Я жив, потому что она ждёт меня.

SAMAD - ТАНЯ

music/instrumentals/vocals/mix/master/compose/production by Stina Crow
(the guitar is recorded by mic ) :)

Hey Boy

This song is another true story inspired by a conversation I had with my astrologer friend @DJShAnkAri. We were talking about my garage sale blues, (Pluto Blocked My Path - 
https://on.soundcloud.com/tywNJmqaPIonULWAFy) and she shared some insights about my chart, mentioning Pluto blocking my path and Uranus striking my Sun. I wrote both songs after that conversation. But what really sparked this song was when she started talking about how humans act like machines without even realizing it. She shared a funny story about her broken refrigerator handle and how she and her son Aurélien would constantly forget it's broken and try to open it the old way.

The song is about being stuck in routines and habits, and how we often act on autopilot without even thinking. It's a relatable story about how we can get caught up in these patterns and struggle to break free. I wrote this song to highlight the humor and frustration in these moments, and to poke fun at ourselves for being so predictable. The song's catchy melody and lyrics are meant to make you laugh and nod your head in recognition, because let's be honest, we've all been there - reaching for that fridge handle and getting a big surprise! 😉 😅🤣😂

*Huge thanks to @DJShAnkAri for the inspiration AGAIN, and for being such a wonderful friend! Your stories and insights always spark something creative in me, and I'm so grateful for our conversations. Love you sis.  🫶❤️🫂😘


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Wake up, shuffle, brush my teeth,
Same old hallway, same two feet.
Coffee, mail, and autopilot stares,
Life’s a dance of broken chairs.
Repetition runs the show,
I'm the star—I barely know.
Reach for the fridge, routine intact...
WHAM! No handle. Cold attack.

[Chorus]
Fridge got me again!
Like a ghost in my hands, I slip and I bend.
Thirty-five times, I curse and pretend—
"I'm not that dumb!" but I'm fooled again.
We’re machines in disguise, with flesh and bones,
Running scripts on auto, in broken homes.
Fridge got me again... yeah, fridge got me again!

[Verse 2]
Aurélien laughs, then takes his turn,
Reaches out—and gets burned.
"Shit! I’m stupid!" echoes loud,
In this household of the programmed crowd.
You don’t know how deep it goes,
Till the fridge handle shows the code.
We move like ghosts in habits tight,
Try to wake, but it's a fight.

[Chorus]
Fridge got me again!
Like muscle memory playing pretend.
Open sesame—but there's no end!
Just a door that won’t bend to my mental trend.
We’re machines with dreams, but the tape still rolls,
On loops and triggers and mindless goals.
Fridge got me again... oh fridge got me again!

[Bridge]
Try to break the loop, I swear I will...
But my hand jumps out, against my will.
No conscious thought, just pure routine—
The ghost of logic, a kitchen scene.
Is it just the fridge or everything?
Are we dancing wires on puppet strings?

[Final Chorus]
Fridge got me again!
Like I’m chasing ghosts with an empty hand.
Laugh, fall back, I can barely stand,
In this tragicomic fridge-mishap land.
We’re machines with love, machines with flaws,
Running ancient scripts with modern claws.
Fridge got me again... yeah, fridge got me again!

[Outro]
"Shit! I’m stupid!"
"No, no… you're just human, kid."


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