Lighthouses (Acoustic)

Starlight TriLL Remix

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“Dust on My Shoes” — Urban Rock Latino with dark Americana grit.
A street-born anthem for those who outgrew the walls built for them. It walks the line between city pulse and desert wind, mixing reggaeton heartbeat with dust-road truth. This is the diploma earned through nights, scars, hustlers, heartbreaks, and every place the world became a better teacher than the classroom ever tried to be. At its heart, it’s about claiming the life that shaped you — and wearing the road as proof.

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━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

Mama said “stay in class, don’t play the fool,”
But the walls felt tight in that broken school.
Chalk on the board, but no truth inside,
So I learned more walking than I ever did tied.

The streets taught heat, the nights taught cold,
Life gave lessons no teacher ever told.
You can’t cage a mind that was born to move
So I dropped that desk for the open groove.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But they never walked out with dirt on their hands.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

Books had rules that life never keeps,
But the alleys wrote poems in shadows and beats.
Reggaeton pulse in a runaway heart,
Dark Americana in the places I start.

I learned numbers from hustlers counting their pay,
I learned faith from a preacher with nothing to say.
I learned love from a girl who danced in the rain
No classroom ever taught that kind of pain.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But truth only comes when you fall and stand.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

I ain’t telling kids to run from the light,
But sometimes the world teaches better at night.
If school didn’t fit the shape of my soul,
Then the road became home, and the road made me whole.

Dust on my shoes, wind on my chest,
Learned from the world when I couldn’t rest.
No golden badge, but I paid my dues
Yeah, life carved the man in these wandering shoes.

Dust on My Shoes

Find yourself in this amazing track about spiritual awakening from psychedelics

Through The Shadows

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Hey everyone,

I'm back! I'm kicking off the Christmas season with my new original song "In Need of Christmastime". It’s a song that comes straight from my heart and I think many can relate to it. It took quite some time to produce, but I really enjoyed the process.

AND: This is just the beginning! Until Christmas, I will release covers of some of my "Christmas Essentials", so stay tuned...

Lyrics & Music by: MARTEN
Produced by: MARTEN
Special thanks to https://soundcloud.com/just-jimm, who helped me with lots of feedback during the production process. Check him out, he's great!
Also special thanks to my mum, who basically told me to write a christmas-song :)

In Need of Christmastime

In Need Of Christmas Time

A Little Lonely

Empty Hearth

Mira Ash "Velvet trap"

Under The Radar

My Problems Don't Need to Be Yours.mp3

Cantique punk rock de Noël  par Alban Jacques Bouquette .
Enregistrement, paroles , musique  et instruments par Alban Bouquette au Studio d'Azy .

Père Noël

born in the Iron Range of Minnesota where you learn lessons early  in a brutal environment and economic distress . Life here can be hard but it can be fun to walk through frozen nightmares. in a world where theres little your imagination can be your friend or foe . Creativity is your  catalyst for adventure or escape and music is how i make the world make sense and bring understanding to the feeling within.

My Problems Don't Need to Be Yours.mp3

Rebroken