Echo U64

1128 — Piano

Lyrics:

They told me life was mine to keep...
So I bought my dreams and lost my sleep...
But nothing stayed, it slipped away...
Like sand that scattered in the rain...

Whoever loves wealth is never satisfied...
Ecclesiastes 5:10...

They said success would set me free...
But all it did was bury me...
The trophies rust, the silence grows...
Where is the truth I used to know...

I thought I’d live forever here...
As if the world would stop for me...
But I forgot I’m just a breath...
A flicker in eternity...

Do I own the life I breathe...
Or was it never mine to keep...
Do I exist just to survive...
Or was I made to be alive...

I’m tired of chasing what decays...
There must be more than dying days...
What if this death is not the end...
But just the glitch He came to mend...

Death is an error, not the design...

From Heidegger to From I read...
To be, not have...
That’s what they said...
But being still feels like a blur..
When nothing answers who we were...

I see the systems, lies and pride...
And all the things we try to hide...
But one man broke the error’s code...
He walked through death, then left the stone...

He didn’t sell a perfect plan...
He touched the wound inside of man...
I don’t know if He’s God or King...
But death obeyed His whispering...

He made me wonder, made me pause...
What kind of man rewrites the laws...
The laws of dust and grave, of shame and fear...

I thought I’d live forever here...
As if the world would stop for me...
But I forgot I’m just a breath...
A flicker in eternity...

Do I own the life I breathe...
Or was it never mine to keep...
Do I exist just to survive...
Or was I made to be alive...

I’m tired of chasing what decays...
There must be more than dying days...
What if this death is not the end...
But just the glitch He came to mend...

Death is an error, not the design...

If death was never meant to stay...
and love outlives the grave...
then maybe He…
really is the way...

The wages of sin is death...
The gift of God is eternal life...
in Christ Jesus our Lord...
Romans 6:23...

Death is an error

Cities

Oceana

Lyrics:

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Sound the trumpet...
let the drums resound...
Lift your hands... 

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Unless one is born of water and the Spirit...
He cannot enter the Kingdom of God...

What is born of the flesh is flesh...
What is born of the Spirit is spirit...
Do not be amazed that I said to you...
You must be born again...

The wind blows wherever it wishes...
You hear its sound but cannot tell...
Where it comes from or where it’s going...
So it is with all born of the Spirit...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Unless one is born of water and the Spirit...
He cannot enter the Kingdom of God...

What is born of the flesh is flesh...
What is born of the Spirit is spirit...
Do not be amazed that I said to you...
You must be born again...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Rejoice in the Lord always...
Again I will say, rejoice...
Whoever hears My word and believes...
Him who sent Me has eternal life...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Whoever hears My word and believes...
Him who sent Me has eternal life...
He does not come into judgment...
But has crossed from death to life...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Unless one is born of water and the Spirit...
He cannot enter the Kingdom of God...

What is born of the flesh is flesh...
What is born of the Spirit is spirit...
Do not be amazed that I said to you...
You must be born again...





Truly, truly, I say to you...

Lose Controle is a playful pop song about all the awkward, clumsy things that happen when you’re in love. With a pop beat and funny lyrics, it captures tripping over words, nervous smiles, and silly mistakes, turning them into a charming celebration of love’s messy, unpredictable, and wonderfully human side.

Lose controle

Lyrics:

Midnight on a New York block,
Steam breathes from iron grates,
Neon blinks like a tired eye,
A siren thins into the night...

A young man on cold asphalt,
Pockets turned, phone gone,
Blood on his sleeve, ribs aching,
His whisper barely fogs the air... Help…
Streetlight hums. Footsteps pass.
The city looks away...

A pastor in a dark coat slows,
Sermon notes pressed beneath his arm,
Calendar tight, headlines loud.
Lord, have mercy… he breathes,
Then folds the prayer inside his chest.
Not safe… not wise… I’m late…
His shoes keep time with the subway’s rumble...

A worship singer with a backpack,
Guitar case tapping at his knee.
He sees the blood, removes an earbud,
Feels his heart reach, then retreat.
Rehearsal ran long. I should call a ride…
Someone kinder… someone braver…
He puts the earbud back,
And the beat swallows his doubt...

A stranger rounds the corner...
Calloused hands, a construction badge,
English learned in long shifts and short sleep.
He kneels without asking names.
Two fingers to the neck.. pulse.. thin...
He presses a clean handkerchief to the wound,
Counts steady... one, two, three
Then runs to the pharmacy’s humming lights.
Alcohol. Gauze. Tape.
He returns, washes grit and fear,
Wraps the pain with trembling gentleness.
Stay with me, brother. Stay...

Taxi door open, heater humming,
His own cash on the dashboard.
Hospital, please. Fast.
He keeps the pressure, keeps the rhythm,
Whispers a prayer in a language
The city rarely listens to...

Fluorescent halos, triage questions,
Paper forms and tired eyes.
He signs what he can,
Leaves a folded stack by the chart.
If it costs more… I’ll come back....
A nurse nods. The clock moves slow.
He waits until breath sounds even,
Then writes his name on a small note,
Creases it once, and goes.

Sun catches on chrome and glass,
The city wakes with coffee and headlines.
The young man opens his eyes to white ceilings,
The ache is honest, the room is kind.
Someone brought you in, the nurse says,
Placing a laundered handkerchief by his hand.
On the note... You’re not alone...
I’ll check again after work...

Who became the neighbor on the way...

It was the one who stopped,
The one who knelt...
The one who stayed...
The one who paid...

For every city is filled with roads...
From Wall Street to Harlem,
From bright lights to broken alleys.
And on each one,
Jesus still whispers...
Go… and do likewise...





Go and Do Likewise

Lyrics: by Ephesians 5...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Do not let greed or empty desires take control...
They do not belong to a meaningful life...
Let your words be full of gratitude...
Not wasted on foolish talk or bitter jokes...
For those who chase only lust and idols
Will never find their true place in God’s Kingdom...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Do not be fooled by hollow promises...
For they lead only to ruin and pain...
Once you lived in darkness,
But now you are light in the Lord...
So walk as children of the light,
Where goodness, truth, and justice grow...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Do not join in deeds of shame,
Expose what hides in secret places...
For when the light breaks in, everything is revealed...
And even the darkest things are changed to light...
So hear the ancient call...
Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...






Wake Up O Sleeper

Lyrics:

Will to power or way of the cross...
Two loves collide...
One... Embrace fate, be your own God...
The Other... Deny yourself, and live...
Here we stand...

Love is will to power,
A fire surging within...
Embrace the pain, affirm it all...
Amor Fati, I say Yes...
Strength creates, never bows...
Love conquers, not surrenders...
Only the crown of self...

Yet I speak of man becoming more...
Why resist the surge of being,
The joy that dances in suffering...
Your weakness deemed divine...
But the strong create anew...
While the weak preserve decay...

If you try to save your life,
In the end you will lose it...
But if you give it for Me...
And for the gospel, you will find it...
What good is it to gain the world,
Yet lose your very soul...
What could ever be enough
To trade for a soul...

Jesus, in God’s very form...
Did not cling to equality...
He chose KENOSIS...
Self-emptying love...
Became a servant in human flesh...
He humbled Himself to death...
Even death on a cross...

If you try to save your life,
In the end you will lose it...
But if you give it for Me
And for the gospel, you will find it...
What good is it to gain the world,
Yet lose your very soul...
What could ever be enough
To trade for a soul...

If you try to save your life,
In the end you will lose it...
But if you give it for Me
And for the gospel, you will find it...
What good is it to gain the world,
Yet lose your very soul...
What could ever be enough
To trade for a soul...




KENOSIS

Alles brennt vor Leben

Frequency

Your favorite toy
The doll that broke her jaw
Was the only thing you left me
The bathtub leaks and drips
And hits the tile like a heart attack
I thought that you might call
But you don't know how to be civil
And I've had to find my own way
I wonder if you'd even know my face
I guess it don't matter anyway
You were never gonna get me

I am everything you aren't
And I am everything you wanted
And now I'm wondering
Where you might be
Drowning in concrete

They think you're dead
But I know better
'Cause I saw your ghost
At the bottom of the lake
And you don't look that good
I thought you said
You'd never leave me
Well
You did
I guess it don't matter anyway
You were never gonna get me

I am everything you aren't
And I am everything you wanted
And now I'm wondering
Where you might be
Drowning in concrete

Oh
I'm the ghost that haunts your memories
Oh
I was always gonna be the thing that you need
Oh
I'm the ghost that haunts your memories
Oh
I was always gonna be the thing that you need
Drowning in concrete

I am everything you aren't
And I am everything you wanted
And now I'm wondering
Where you might be
Drowning in concrete

Drown In Concrete

#electronica #deephouse #electro #experimental

Round and round

Kitty Carmichael – Strings
An emotional indie track about conditional love and the pain of being used, Strings explores what happens when kindness has a price. When the strings are cut, the silence speaks volumes. Written by Melinda Klotz Mercer. Published by Argyll Music.

Strings Folk Remix

[Verse 1]
He’s always chillin’ with his boys,
Smokin’ cigar, losing cash in the casino.
Every night he’s out, out at the club,
He is Never home, always got some other plan lined up.
Never shows you respect,
Flirts with your friends behind your back.
He acts like he’s the man,
But you know he's not

[Pre-Chorus]
I could give you real love
Beach villas, take you overseas,
I’m the King, You have my number
Just dial in and you’ll see it.

[Chorus]
Your man should be like me,
He should be making love to you, 
instead he is watching TV
I'd take you on......,
Private jets in the sky,
Treat you like royalty
Your man needs moves like Chico,
Luxury trips, Paris to Puerto Rico.
Presidential suite,
Making Love under the stars, 
When you’re with me, you know you’re with the king.

[Verse 2]
Ever been loved down on cold marble floors?
I’m a next-level lover, not like the ones before.
Make you feel the way you have never felt with him
Velvet massages, steam in the pool, 
Let’s make love in the pent house suite.
You call, I come running; every single time,
You moan, your voice becomes my favorite rhyme.

[Pre-Chorus]
I could give you all night long,
Villas lit by the sea,
I’m the one you need
You know where to find me. 

[Chorus]
Your man needs to be like me,
Not just scrolling Instagram endlessly.
Diamonds, flights,
Every city every night,
He needs to be like the king.
Your man needs to be like me
Private beaches, private butlers.
Cos when you with me? 
You live your dream life
Every moment, every second.

Be With Me

Echo P. Whale is an artist who creates a House Worship sound that moves between deep spirituality and electronic music.

Once pursuing music for worldly success, Echo P. Whale experienced a turning point through deep repentance. The name “Whale” symbolizes his encounter with God in the depths, much like Jonah in the belly of the great fish.

“Echo” represents the ongoing reverberation of that moment—repentance and grace resounding through his music to this day.

And through many hardships, he hopes that the resonance of this music may bring even a small measure of comfort to you now.

Truly, truly, I say to you...

Echo P. Whale

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