Metal Room

Origins

Dolor infinite

Origins 2

Die Beste Zeit

Man In The Mirrorlight

Fading Behind Me

[Verse 1]
I walked the shoreline
barefoot against the wind
sand caught in every silence
waves too tired to even begin

The tide held its breath again
not a promise not a wish
just the calm between each moment
and the sound that never came

[Chorus]
Footprints fading behind me
gone before they reach the sea
I let the wind decide
where I end
where I used to be

[Verse 2]
Loneliness didn’t misbehave
it sighed and turned away
left a warmth I couldn’t handle
and was never meant to keep

The salt air held too many secrets
the sky looked the other way
I kept walking like it mattered
but the ground forgot me anyway

[Chorus]
Footprints fading behind me
like a face no one remembers
I let the wind decide
what to keep
what to leave

[Bridge]
There is no one on the beach now
just the cold
and my retreat
no answers in the tide
just the way it pulls from me

[Final Chorus]
Footprints fading behind me
not even shadows want to stay
I let the wind decide
and it took you away
and it took you away

Fading Behind Me

Dark Mind

Chasing Dreams

A re-recording of an older piece that, honestly, wasn't a very good rendition. Hopefully, this version does it a little more justice... 🤞

The Traveler

Flickering bulb in a smoky hall 
Shadows stretch like they're ten feet tall 
The pavement whispers The sirens wail 
Truth hides in alleys Spinning a tale 

Crime doesn't pay Oh no It takes Your soul 
Your name Leaves broken stakes 
You think you're rich But you're just prey 
In the end My friend Crime doesn't pay

Crime doesn’t pay .mp3

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They arrive with silver tongues,
glossed over like neon angels,
waving scripture like credit cards,
slipping salvation in plastic sleeves.

Jesus wears a shiny suit tonight,
stitched in gold and televised light,
selling grace in installment plans,
to the crowd with trembling hands.

Hymns fall like lottery tickets,
scratched hope on velvet pulpits,
every “hallelujah” a product line,
every “amen” another dime.

Jesus wears a shiny suit tonight,
mirrored shoes catch heaven’s sight,
blessing the faithful with staged applause,
between commercials for righteous cause.

Is it gospel or is it theatre?
A holy market, a velvet dealer,
faith flipped under spotlight beams,
truth auctioned in packaged dreams.

And when the lights collapse to dust,
who counts the coins, who holds the trust?
Only echoes remain in the empty pews,
a shiny suit, and worn-out shoes.
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Photo by https://unsplash.com/@olenkasergienko

Jesus with a shiny suit on

NAVAGRAHA MANTRAS

I miss a smile

I miss a smile
I miss you
The mood is heavy
It won't go away
And meanwhile, time passes mercilessly
It even ages the bones, but the truth
is that I miss a smile
All for me
A sincere hug as you know

And I ask for charity in the street
I ask for warmth or rather a pure and true woman

You are for me the storm and the quiet of my heart
You are for me a hurricane a flower in my hand
You are for me the beauty of sleeping on your breast
You are for me the only one I've given love

I miss a smile
I miss you
You are like the air you get lost in the blue
And the wind pushes you harder and harder

I try to reach you but slowly it pushes you away
It pushes you away pushes you away

You are for me the storm and the stillness of my heart
You are a hurricane to me a flower in my hand
You are the beauty of sleeping on your breast
You are the only one who gave me love

I miss a smile

Souvenir ému, sensualité
Âmes enlacées, complicité
Je te dévore la nuit des mille étoiles
Mais tu m’échappes, tu mets les voiles

Tu sauras en ce jour parfait mon cœur pour toi à jamais
Romantic attraction
Erotic sensation

Souvenir perdu
Sensualité 
Âmes qui se frôlent 
Étreintes sucrées 

Tu prendras en ce jour parfait
Mon cœur à jamais
Romantic attraction 
Erotic sensation 
Romantic attraction 
Erotic sensation 


Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh…

Oh oh oh
…

UN JOUR PARFAIT 2

Black Plague

Dont

David Wurden is a composer, keyboardist, drummer, and skilled producer. With a penchant for exploring the unconventional, he possesses a unique ability to revolutionize musical compositions, defying traditional boundaries. Through his artistry, David takes listeners on a captivating sonic odyssey, venturing into uncharted territories and reimagining both vintage and contemporary sounds. His evocative melodies and intricate rhythms transport audiences, allowing their imaginations to wander freely in the boundless expanse of the universe. With an unwavering commitment to pushing the boundaries of musical expression,  David Wurden is an unparalleled force in the world of music.

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Black Plague

David Wurden

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