Dark Days Are Over

Hast du jemals das Gefühl gehabt, dass du schon einmal gelebt hast? Ich schon und es gibt ein Lied dafür. Eine seelenvolle Mischung aus Déjà-vu, vergangenen Leben und emotionalen Echos, dieses Lied spricht für jede alte Seele, die jemals das Gewicht von Erinnerungen gespürt hat, die sie nicht erklären kann. https://www.maria-johnsen.com/maria-johnsens-musik/

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Seelenreise

I’ve been runnin' marathons inside my chest,
While my head sittin' back like "you need to rest."
Tryna process love like it's a math test,
But the numbers don't add up, guess I failed the flex.
She got that venom in her tone now,
Used to be soft, now she throwin' stones out,
Sayin' I'm lazy 'cause I switched my whole route,
But she ain't around when the lights in my soul's out.
Yeah, I see the pattern, she love to guilt-trip,
Paint me the villain, actin' like I flipped script,
But she forgot the part she played in the plot twist,
Now she mad I ain't down for the remix.


Heart talks, brain walks,
Tired of the same talks,
Mind say "move on," but the heart got roadblocks,
Soul in a headlock, can't pick the right box,
Feelin' like I’m stuck in a paradox, yeah.


Been tryna balance all these plates in my life,
But she the one addin' extra weight to the fight,
Talkin' like I owe her somethin' every night,
But my peace got a price, I can’t pay it in spite.
Funny how she pop back when I got right,
When I got low, she was ghost, took flight,
Now she want me to fold back into her spite,
But I ain't a card in her deck, not tonight.
See, I been buildin' from the floor with no blueprint,
She still trippin' on the past, same old hints,
Talkin' slick like she a queen in a court print,
But royalty faded, she stuck in her own mint.


Heart talks, brain walks,
Tired of the same talks,
Mind say "move on," but the heart got roadblocks,
Soul in a headlock, can't pick the right box,
Feelin' like I’m stuck in a paradox, yeah.

Now my circle tell me "block her, leave it dead,"
But they ain't heard the wars goin' on in my head,
'Cause part of me miss the touch, the scent, the bed,
While the wiser me knows that’s the road where I bled.
It's like I’m arguin' with ghosts in my sleep,
Tryna bury old pain, but it cut too deep,
Yeah, I’m climbin' out the mess, but the hill too steep,
She in the rearview, but the echoes still creep.
And maybe that's the lesson I ain't caught yet,
That some love's a trap, you ain't meant to reset,
So I sip this regret like it's aged in debt,
Talkin' to the beat like it's all I get.

Heart talks, brain walks,
Tired of the same talks,
Mind say "move on," but the heart got roadblocks,
Soul in a headlock, can't pick the right box,
Feelin' like I’m stuck in a paradox, yeah.

Heart Talks, Brain Walks

Love me forever

Nothing but Stories is the debut release by Sadie Quinn – a voice made of dust, distance, and memory. Blending Americana, folk, and quiet poetry, this track traces the moments we leave behind and the stories we carry with us.

With lines that feel like open roads and melodies like old letters, Sadie Quinn reminds us that fame fades, but feelings don’t.
This is a song for late-night listeners, back-porch dreamers, and anyone who ever wondered what remains when everything else is gone.

“In the end, we’re nothing but stories.”


Nothing but Stories ist die erste Veröffentlichung von Sadie Quinn – einer Stimme aus Staub, Weite und Erinnerung. Zwischen Americana, Folk und flüsternder Poesie erzählt der Song von den Momenten, die vergehen, und den Geschichten, die bleiben.

Mit Zeilen wie Landstraßen und Melodien wie alte Briefe erinnert Sadie Quinn daran, dass Ruhm vergeht – Gefühle aber nicht.
Ein Lied für Nachtschwärmer, Veranda-Träumer und alle, die sich fragen, was bleibt, wenn alles andere verschwunden ist.

„Am Ende sind wir nichts als Geschichten.“

Nothing but Stories

(Alien)
Hope you don't.
Mind that we have taken you to our "Alien Ship"
It's kinda werid that we call it here our "Alien Ship"
When your the Alien here, hey why the look?
Well lets get this Party started

(Chorus)
Wait there Mr. Alien please don't get started.
I feel like I'm out of my head, or maybe farted
I am just another Homo Sapien
But I rather be free like an Alien

(Breakdown)
Alien...
The blood in my veins
I feel numb, its all the
Same thing, I could go back home
But I rather explore places unkown
I got in store a stick a sword
A fantasy the Government Ignored

(Alien)
Wait a Minute did you say you were a Homo Sapien
Right...sorry about the mixup we are looking for a cow
Something you kinda once worshiped
What a Golden pale
Will put you back to sleep now

(Chorus)
Wait there Mr. Alien please don't knock me out yet
I feel like I'm out of my head, but I'm in your dept
I am just another Homo Sapien
But I rather be free like you the Alien

(Breakdown)
Alien...
The blood in my veins
I feel numb, its all the
Same I saw last night ago, woke up again like another show
The love, the hate, hunger and fright
Every day my brain feels less like mine

Alien

In Paris With You by James Fenton

Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful
And I get tearful when I’ve downed a drink or two.
I’m one of your talking wounded.
I’m a hostage. I’m maroonded.
But I’m in Paris with you.

Yes I’m angry at the way I’ve been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I’ve been through.
I admit I’m on the rebound
And I don’t care where are we bound.
I’m in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There’s that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I’m in Paris with you.

Don’t talk to me of love. Let’s talk of Paris.
I’m in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I’m in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I’m in Paris with… all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I’m in Paris with you.

In Paris With You (The Lad)

Cú Ste studios craft audio canvases where AI meets digital and analog rhythms, blurring the lines between dancefloor energy and introspective depth. With a flair for weaving narrative into sound—evident in tracks like "Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version" and "Skate Away"—their music feels like a journey from country to city, from self to others, across every genre in the record store.

Drawing from global influences and a DIY ethos, Cu.Ste’s work has been described as "a sonic collage of the future-past", resonating with fans of avant-garde electronica and groove-driven experimentation. Their 2025 ersatz soundtrack album "Somewhere in Texas" explores themes of romance and nostalgia, packaged in beats that defy genre conventions.