I wrote this song because I wanted to capture the feeling of slowly drifting away from who you used to be, especially after going through something that changes you deep inside. It’s about the quiet, creeping darkness that settles in when you stop fighting your inner demons and start living with them. The moth symbolizes fragility and transformation—when it dies, it marks the end of something soft and vulnerable. This song is my way of expressing that shift, not with fear, but with acceptance.

When the Moth Dies

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When the Sun sets over the City-Wendir

Beneath the Night crashes through shadows with gritty riffs and smoky melodies, fusing Bay Area street poetry with cinematic rock ambiance. It’s a twilight anthem—where hip-hop storytelling collides with distorted emotion and atmospheric soundscapes. Haunting, resilient, and unapologetically real.

🎤 For listeners who live in the tension between pain and power, light and loud—this one’s for you.

Beneath the Night


[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

lowdown chrome

A dark blues rock song that made its way to title song of my latest album.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0ZMhkSwwnJb23P8mKgM4oI
Apple: https://music.apple.com/us/album/youre-in-deep/1853177221
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIv8yyc810w&list=OLAK5uy_mcjCBKeLXQm3GOxTjzadcysocY7Ago0zA

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Oh oh  
You’re in deep  
Knee deep  
Deep in sleep  
Eyes stitched shut with greed  
You don’t even hear the scream

There's frost in the blessing, the fire's gone cold  
The silence you cherish was bought and sold  
Hands that once built now just claw for more  
Eyes glazed over, blind to the war  
You praise the lie, but curse the whore

There’s so much distress  
The world’s a rotted mess  
They treat truth like trash  
Feast on the clash  
They’ll betray you for cash  
And call it finesse

You’re in deep  
Knee deep  
Wading through sin in your Sunday best  
Open your eyes  
But you just confess

You sleep with your pockets turned out  
Pray to gods who cash you out  
What you reap, you sow  
But you never plowed  
No sweat on your hands  
Just blood from your mouth

You’re in deep  
Knee deep  
Deep in the bones of the deal you made  
Open your eyes
Now your future’s delayed

They’ll betray you for cash
And laugh while they do
Ain’t no saving grace
Coming back for you

You're in Deep

Living In My Skin

still in me

A song about a man with the curse of being a Werewolf

Curse of the Moon

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

Still hanging on

where-you-were.mp3

I make handmade music and write all my lyrics myself — sometimes complex, sometimes simple, sometimes raw, sometimes clean. Always how it comes to me when inspiration strikes.

I’m a guitarist at heart — all my music is composed and recorded on guitar, shaped by feeling and instinct. Occasionally, I use electronic elements to expand the sound, but the guitar remains the core of my creative process.

I don’t follow a fixed style. My roots in composing soundtracks for films and audio dramas still echo through my music today — you might hear cinematic undertones, storytelling textures, and atmospheric layers.

I’m not chasing fame or big money. What truly drives me is creative connection — genuine collaboration, shared moments of inspiration, and the spark that happens when people create together.

I love helping other artists shine — I write the songs, they own the stage.
What I create are soundtracks for the cinema in your mind — and mine.