Name: YOU ARE MY HEART AND MY SOUL by Fabeck Music Productions
Duration: 3 min 13 s
Description: Love Ballad produced by Fabeck Music Productions and singer Mick Lior.

I melted my heart of gold

Motion

Love Ballad produced by Fabeck Music Productions and singer Mick Lior.

YOU ARE MY HEART AND MY SOUL

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

This is as straightforward a country song I could write. Enjoy :)

PRICK

The Alchemist

Cover art: Letícia Torii

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A flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

Hoje eu deitei do outro lado da minha cama
Eu vi a minha vida de outra direção
Todo aquele espaço vazio

O problema não é não se encontrar
O problema é deixar de procurar

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como o som do vento
O cheiro da chuva
E todo aquele espaço vazio
Todo aquele espaço vazio

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como as cores do céu
Ao pôr do sol
E a flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

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The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
Today I lay on the other side of my bed
I saw my life from a different angle
All that empty space
The problem isn’t not finding yourself
The problem is giving up the search
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the sound of the wind
The scent of rain
And all that empty space
All that empty space
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the colors of the sky
At sunset
And the flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
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A flor que nasceu na calçada

This album is my first, and I think it turned out good. I like to inspire people with my music by you getting to know me and my problems and tribulations. I hope people can relate to my words, and be able to decide to take action to improve their lives.

I'm On My way

Start Her Up

A Mime

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

If you like my music and you are interested in using it for
Recordings, Live Performances, Film, TV, etc.
Feel free to send me a message on WhatsApp 34 614201622
Regards Rudi Fabeck

YOU ARE MY HEART AND MY SOUL

Fabeck Music Productions

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