Name: The Time Is Right by Flying Without Tickets
Duration: 4 min 3 s
Description: The Time is Right by Flying Without Tickets

How to Hold Her

[Verse 1]
She doesn’t always speak
when her world turns upside down—
sometimes she leaves the room
without taking her body with her

I want to follow frantic
like a child who broke something inside
but I’ve learned some storms
are meant to be watched from the doorway

[Pre-Chorus]
She’s got a past that knocks at my heart
wearing my voice my face my blame—
it’s unfair but fear doesn’t care
it just wants her to stay alive

[Chorus]
So I stay soft
like a blanket left on the couch
like a song low enough
to calm her heart down
She doesn’t have to speak
doesn’t have to explain—
my love will wait
my love will remain

[Verse 2]
When her breath starts to break
I whisper how to count again
Some days my love’s a lighthouse
some days just an open hand

And when she returns
fragile apologetic slow—
I tell her this isn’t her fault
she never has to glow

[Bridge]
Healing doesn’t always look like peace
sometimes it’s just staying
just not wanting
to be alone tonight

[Chorus]
So I stay soft
like a blanket left on the couch
like a song low enough
to calm her heart down
she doesn’t have to speak
doesn’t have to explain—
my love will wait
my love will remain

[Outro]
And when she breathes again
I’ll be right there—
quiet still
showing her how to hold the air

How to Hold Her

Smólaigh  ( Gesindel )

The Time is Right by Flying Without Tickets

The Time is Right

The Time Is Right

Demo track featuring AI-generated vocals. Instrumental fully composed and produced by a human. I compose and produce across genres, tailoring every song to the artist’s unique style. Experienced in ghost-writing & producing for multiple singer-songwriters.

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Never the same (Demo from a pre-released song)

Echoes Of The Tides

Your the one

⚠️ Warning.. Christmas Came Early

Play after midnight. Best served with low lights, good whiskey, and someone worth the song.


[Verse 1]
It’s snowin’ outside, baby, but we stayin’ in
Whiskey in a glass, got your hands on my skin 
Tree lights low, fireplace lit
You look like a gift I don’t wanna miss 

Silence in the room, but your heartbeat loud
I’ve been dreamin’ of this night, can’t tell no one now 
Told myself I’d never need nobody 
But here you are, and honey, you got me 

[Pre-Chorus]
Forget the world, forget the plans 
All I want is just to dance 
Slow with you, holdin’ hands
No crowd, no noise, just slow jams 

[Chorus]
Christmas came early this year
Bottle half empty, but you’re still near
We ain’t gotta move, baby, stay right here 
Wrapped in your love, forget the cheer 

I dreamed of a night like this with you
A private December, just us two
You gave me more than words could do 
My wish came true…
Christmas came early, when I found you

[Verse 2]
Snow fallin’ like a movie scene
But the only thing I need is you next to me
We don’t need mistletoe or bows
Your lips already got me froze

Forget the gifts, forget the calls
Let the world wait, let the night fall
You’re my peace in the storm, my winter calm
I’m home in your arms, safe and warm 

[Pre-Chorus]
No distractions, no fake lights
Just your body next to mine 
All the love I’ve saved up tight
Tonight, honey, I’m takin’ my time

[Chorus]
Christmas came early this year
Bottle half empty, but you’re still near
We ain’t gotta move, baby, stay right here
Wrapped in your love, forget the cheer 

I dreamed of a night like this with you
A private December, just us two
You gave me more than words could do
My wish came true
Christmas came early, when I found you


[Outro]
Snow outside, but fire in here
Your love, your love... it’s all I feel
Thank you for your love, honey 
Christmas came early…


Christmas Came Early

searching, dreaming, hoping, longing... our human emotional repertoire provides the most wonderful content for music – which might be the collective term for stories written by our hearts and whose narration always follows a special heartbeat. 

so, there's a song I wrote years ago with lyrics already in 'my english', when our sons became teenagers, and I remembered my own emotional world at that age. full of magnificent melancholy and powerful heartbreak. what a privilege it is to be able to focus on such problems and pains in your youth, instead of being crushed by a futureless reality. 

as always, there was only one version of this song for years, with the vocal melody played on the guitar. and as always too, it wasn't that easy to drill the template into my AI persona in such a way that the feelings still came across.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

Trance-like walking 
Faint lullaby
Naming the stars 
From an endless sky

But I can't find 
The one in my mind

I just imagined 
You would be here 
Ghostly companion
As far as near

Although I know 
It won't be so

I will always wait 
For you 
Always dreaming you’ll 
Come true 
One night
One night

Dreams to an unknown
Somewhere beyond
Breathing your air’s
All that I want

I will always wait 
For you 
Always dreaming you’ll 
Come true 
One night
One night
It might be right

I will
Wait
My fate
Wait
No Fade
Wait
For who?

Trance-like Walking

No Where To Run

they say you live to learn. however, this dutiful view ignores that there are things worth perceiving and experiencing that only become apparent when you do the opposite: unlearn. unlearn routines, rules, patterns, standards and schemata with which we fill the drawers of our worldview as if that somehow made us wiser. in the end, we know nothing at all, and that to perfection. like grandmasters of a pentatonic riff.

what about things that challenge the familiar in an engagingly irreverent way and openly question everything we've learned? dadaism, for example, which I btw associate with the only instance of unlearning I regret: the loss of most of my knowledge of french.

in the 70s I spent a lot of time in la rochelle and I was able to converse avec les gens là-bas almost as a matter of course, even though, as proud french people, they didn't even consider speaking a little slower and more clearly for me. no mercy!

this fabulous period was followed by decades without any linguistic contact. so, when I finally had the chance to speak french with someone again, I couldn't remember anything. zero. all gone. just fragments. and that despite the fact that I had even written a french poem (ok, admittedly with the help of the fave cactus fruit of mr. leary, which https://soundcloud.com/imre-lodbrog has just sung about that unparalleled brilliantly. 

I dedicated the poem to alfred jarry, ingenious pioneer of dada. (further dedication stuff https://youtu.be/TvBhSEF0H6I?si=O9IgVXlscnHy97s2 ).

unlike my language skills, the poem has remained to this day, as well as two attempts from back then to set it to music.

the first was just purist: spoken vocals with melodic tendencies, accompanied by medieval 4/4 percussion and sparse low strings, later adding third and fifth voices like minstrel singing.

the second version was due to my absolute love of serge gainsbourg's songs (especially with jane birkin) and my fascination with the arrangements/melodies of french ballads from the late 60s and early 70s.

there were rough demos of both, but never the vocals I had in my head. until today. 

it's nov 1st, the anniversary of jarry's death. and I thought I'd pay him tribute. with both versions, which he would surely have found merde!

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

for reasons of space, an english translation can be found under the second version.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Si les miroirs mentent ou rêvent de leurs reflets,
Si Dieu écrit encore quand sa plume tremble,
Ou si le temps s’endort dans un verre de lait.

Pourquoi les chaises songent aux jambes perdues,
Et les fenêtres prient pour rester éveillées ?
Le vent qui passe écrit des mots inconnus
Sur les rideaux froissés de la vérité.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je me demande,
Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, j'explique le monde

Un chat s’endort debout, prophète de l’absurde,
Son œil comprend ce que ma tête refuse,
Il dit : « Penser, c’est creuser un trou sans mur, »
Puis rit d’avoir compris qu’il s’y amuse.

Les montres saignent lentement leur heure creuse,
Un coq de fer annonce un matin inutile,
Je cherche un sens, il fuit, rieur, sous la pelouse,
Et me fait signe d’un geste immobile.

Dans une auberge ...

Si le silence a peur des horloges qui chantent,
Alors le cri des fleurs devient une prière,
Et le néant, coiffé d’une ombre élégante,
Apprend à danser dans la poussière claire.

J’ai vu le ciel écrire en bleu sa lassitude,
Les anges, las, buvaient du thé sans éternel,
Et chaque goutte avait le goût des habitudes
Qu’on oublie mal, même au fond du réel.

Dans une auberge pour ceux qui rient, je demeure,
Entre la tasse et le doute, un peu penché,
Le monde tourne, ivre, en cherchant sa rumeur,
Et moi, je bois pour ne pas y penser.

Dans une auberge ...

L'Auberge Absurde 1

Feelings are broken Down, Trashed In the rain. Dont Take it back.

I just improvised this and think it works well. It will most likely be edited down and expanded but I quite like its simplicity but it's a bit too long and needs more vocals and instrumentation.

Scratch that im pretty happy with this now. I think? lol

Please feel free to let me know what you think as i appreciate any feedback.

Broken Down

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