Under the Same Sky

The Puppeteer

Third single from the album "Shrine of New Generation Slaves" released January 2013

(P) 2013 The copyright in this sound recording is owned by InsideOut Music

We Got Used To Us

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Castaway Angels

Funny ...(.Funny )...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I bought a smart fridge; it judges with tears
When I grab cheese, it shows my work out fears
My therapist said to build a fence —
Around my feelings, so I charge them rent.
Tried yoga, trapped in downward dog,
Now barking at problems like a lost cause
I’m not broken, just creatively cracked.
I’m the kind of mess you can’t subtract.
If life’s a circus, I’m the snack stand.
Selling popcorn with one shaky hand.
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
[hook riff]
Fun thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I dated an astrologer, you see,
She ditched me when Mercury spun crazily.
Told my mom, "I’m emotionally quite mature,"
She laughed, and grounded me, as her cure
Ex claimed I was "mysterious," a sign —
I forgot her birthday three years, just like mine.
I’m not toxic, just a little fermented.
My charm’s expired but still well-vented.
If love’s a game, I lost the dice.
and run from fate like folks run from Ice
Funny  thing about that —
I collect red flags like carnival bribes.
Funny thing about that —
My love language? Silence with maybe soon bribes.
Fun thing about that —
Ghosted myself, no joy for a man who just hides
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Turned 40, my body threw a bash,
Inviting pain, regret,  more then a dash
being left out tucks me in tight,
Sleeping like I’m not even here, night after night.
Asked the doc am I'm well am I  right,
“Define well” , then he walk away..out of  my sight
Tried journaling, but my pen retired,
Asked the universe, but she said she was a lier
Downloaded mindfulness,  but its advice betrayed,
Told me “breathe,”  maybe get laid
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
Funny thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Here’s to the mess, the weird, and all that’s fun.
Bad decisions make the best stories — second to none.
Funnny thing about that…
may not chage a thing
Except  the frig judgmental tone  and this song I sing

Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that...


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Funny Thing Rusty Marshall Band

A slow-burn post-rock piece about the forces that hold everything together without ever stepping into the light.

This song moves in layers rather than hooks – clean guitars, restrained dynamics and two voices sharing the weight rather than competing for it. It’s about presence without performance. About carrying more than you’re seen for.

Built patiently. Released quietly.

🎧 Headphones recommended.

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[LYRICS]

[Verse 1]
You move like waves beneath the floor 
A quiet force they’re reaching for 
You stitch the pieces no one sees 
Hold the room like whispered keys

[Pre-Chorus]
 Every spotlight bends away 
As if it knows you didn’t ask it 
To stay

[Chorus] 
You’re the calm behind the crashing 
The pulse beneath the sound 
Carrying the weight of moments 
No one ever names out loud 
You stand just past the border 
Where the louder shadows roam 
A steady hand, a silent Atlas 
Never needing to be known

[Verse 2] 
They never see the sparks you hide 
The ones you let drift out with the tide 
You build the sky for them to climb 
Then step aside like passing time

[Pre-Chorus] 
And when the echo calls your name 
You let it fade 
Not out of fear 
Just not your game

[Final Chorus] 
You’re the calm behind the crashing 
The pulse beneath the sound 
Carrying the weight of moments 
No one ever names out loud 
You stand just past the border 
Where the louder shadows roam 
A steady hand, a silent Atlas 
Never needing to be known

[Outro] 
A glow behind the curtain 
A truth beneath the drone 
You keep the whole world steady 
Even when you stand alone

Atlas

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Distance is not for us NL-1 | Heart Metal & Rock

KMT KI Media 2025 (29.10.2025)
Album Nr. 181 "Zu Spät by KMT" - Style: Various Genres | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: Deutsch

Thema: ‚Zu Spät' ist eine musikalische Reise durch die Schatten der Vergangenheit und die schmerzhafte Erkenntnis verpasster Chancen. Von herzzerreißenden Balladen über düstere Ambient-Klänge bis hin zu ergreifenden Orchesterstücken fängt dieses Album die vielfältigen Facetten des Bedauerns ein.

Jede Note erzählt von verlorenen Abschieden, ungesagten Worten und dem quälenden Gefühl, dass es für eine Wiedergutmachung einfach zu spät ist. Tauche ein in eine Welt voller Melancholie, Sehnsucht und der Suche nach innerem Frieden im Angesicht des Verlusts.

Track 01: Der verpasste Abschied
Ballade, Klassik, Neoklassik

Track 03: Zu Spät
Akustik, Folk, Melancholic Pop

Track 05: Sprachlos
Dark Ambient, Electronic, Experimental

Track 07: Ein verlorenes Versprechen
Kammerpop, Indie, Klassik

Track 09: Die vergebliche Suche
chanson, jazz, ballad

Track 11: Zu Spät der Rettung
Neue Deutsche Härte, Industrial Rock, Ballade

Track 13: Die verlorene Zeit
synthwave, retrowave, ballad

Track 15: Zu Spät für Uns
Gothic Rock, Darkwave, Ballade

Track 17: Die Hoffnung im Jenseits
Schlager, Pop, Ballade

Track 19: Die Erinnerung an dich
Volksmusik, Ballade, Akustik

Track 21: Das Ende im Nebel
Klassik, Filmmusik, Ballade

Track 23: Die unerfüllte Sehnsucht
Tango, Weltmusik, Ballade

Track 25: Die verlorene Unschuld
Indie Pop, Dream Pop, Ballade

Track 27: Die letzte Umarmung
blues, rock, ballad

Track 29: Hinter dem Horizont
Klassik, Ambient, Ballade

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Thank you for your time. Enjoy your journey through my artificially created musical paradise.

© Album cover and music were created by Kurt Michael Treichl using AI support.

Best regards,
Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media | AI Music Austria) - Austria / Salzburg

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12 Zu Spät der Rettung v2

My heart weights minimum a tone
An army's feet pounding on my head
Maybe I'll wake up one day to notice
That all my life was just a dream

And maybe I'll be better off without you
You left me here with all my thoughts
I'd write a zillion words or walk a million miles
I'd sleep on broken glass just not to lose your smiles

I travel for you around the world
Collecting moments, o how absurd
To bring you beauty, to bring you joy
I wish I'd be a little boy

Where is that silence you primised me?
Why is that distance so close to me?
Why is your violence still hurting me?
Why are your eyes avoiding me?

Let me say thank you for all that you have given me.
Thank you for everything you've done.
Forgive me for saying one last thing:
I miss you and I hope you hear this song!

I travel for you around the world
Collecting moments, o how absurd
To bring you beauty, to bring you joy
I wish I'd be a little boy

I'm dying for you, can't you see?
I'm lying for you to be free!
I hunger for you, 'cause I can't eat!
I'd vanish for you in defeat!

Diary of Dreams  - She And Her Darkness ( HQ)

Aava tuulen maa

Free / Name Your Price

Neulana Hetkessä

If I could wash away
I'd wash away the pain
do what you want with me
slowly walking in
underneath the feet
do what you want with me

My holy ghost will wrestle with me
do what you want with me

Pushing me away
I twist and bend and break
do what you want with me
But I can see your eyes
they're tunnelling through mine
do what you want with me

All we are is all we'll ever be
all we are is all we'll ever see
all we are is all we'll ever need

God only knows what we are doing
nobody knows the lines we walk
and if you could breathe a little tighter
I could breathe in you

All we are is all we'll ever be
all we are is all we'll ever need

Lines We Walk

Anathema's "Parisienne Moonlight" collaboration-cover with TheLongestYear

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Parisienne Moonlight (Anathema Cover)

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Funny Thing Rusty Marshall Band

Edwin Balder