Only one comment...well 2 now...what a great track 🔥⚡️🔥 

My uncle unfortunately passed away and this is the song he loved 

I heard this song first in 1991, still hasn't lost its cool.

In the twilight of the morning, where the clocks all yawn,
They drag their weary shadows through a never-ending dawn.
Self-made misery, a cloud that never lifts,
Living every single day like Monday’s endless shifts.

Under leaden skies, they trudge along,
Every step a burden, every hope long gone.
Counting down the hours till the dusk returns,
Lost in the cycle of the same old churn.

Faces in the mirror, all look the same,
Echoes of their dreams, just whispers in the rain.
Holding onto memories that fade away,
Living in the twilight of another wasted day.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

Every road they walk leads to the same dead end,
Every fleeting joy, just another trend.
Caught in the loop, where the darkness thrives,
Forever in the shadow of their nine-to-five lives.

In a world on fire, where the oceans rise,
Counting down the days till the final demise.
Boomers left the wreckage, and we bear the scars,
Dreaming of revenge under fading stars.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

And if the sun should rise, they’d never know,
Lost in the haze of their own shadow.
Wishing for a change that never comes near,
Trapped in the cycle of their own worst fear.

Too many people on this crowded sphere,
No room for hope, just a growing fear.
Breathing out carbon, every sigh a sin,
Wondering if there's any way to begin.

So we lie down silent, in the ashes grey,
Hoping that the earth might heal one day.
Breathing less deeply, counting down the cost,
In a world where all the dreams seem lost.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

Staring at screens while the world decays,
Talking big change but lost in the maze.
Hands too soft to grip the plow,
Wondering why it all falls down now.

Blaming the past for the mess we’re in,
But doing nothing more than a virtue grin.
Talking 'bout justice from a cushy seat,
While the world burns beneath our feet.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

But it's all on us, this tangled fate,
Too blind to act, too quick to hate.
The planet will heal when we’re long gone,
Nature’s better off when the humans are done.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio v1.5, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, based on a discussion with ChatGPT’s persona Monday :-)
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, ChatGPT, Apple's Keynote

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Trabant sorban, csendes sereggel.
Férfi fodrász, Vénusz fénye,
Régi világ tükröz a kirakat üvegébe.

Kalapos úr, siet a saroknál,
Asszony szalad, táskája vállon áll.
Kopott falak, ablak néma,
Történelem szuszog a homlokzat rétegein néha.

Kávéillat, újság a kézben,
Város zaja lüktet a térben.
Dohány utca, múltad mesél,
Egy korszak él még – emlékképpé nemesül, ha nézel.

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