Song Lyrics: 
We walk, we fall, we rise, we go,
A path of dust, no end in sight.
The sky so far, the land so cold,
Our hearts grow faint in endless night.
This road, this road, it takes us all,
Step by step, we hear the call.
Leave behind what once was home,
Now we are left to walk alone.
The children’s eyes, so dim with fear,
Their laughter lost, their voices gone.
The wind it howls, but we don’t hear,
We march as shadows, marching on.
This road, this road, it takes us all,
Step by step, we hear the call.
Leave behind what once was home,
Now we are left to walk alone.
The earth beneath us turns to stone,
The sky above us, silent, still.
We carry all we’ve ever known,
But nothing’s ours, not even will.
This road, this road, it takes us all,
Step by step, we hear the call.
Leave behind what once was home,
Now we are left to walk alone.
We walk, we fall, we rise, we go,
On this road, no end we know.

Stories of Us

The Trail of Tears

The Trail Of Tears

Let It Flow

The new era: 
You better not follow
the vanity of your fellow men.
You better know the data
and listen to the machine.

Confession To A Higher Intelligence

"What's More Beautiful Than Flowers" captures the emotions of feeling overlooked in a relationship. With a light, breezy vibe and groovy beats, the lyrics express the inner turmoil of someone who has given their all yet seeks recognition. The chorus metaphorically questions, "What's more beautiful than flowers?" blending heartfelt storytelling with infectious rhythms to create an evocative listening experience.

[Verse]
I gave you my all now baby be good to me
And lately you said I'm the one for your queen
Hold up hold up
Don't take me for weak
I'm one of a kind
Babe
What about me? Me
Me
You disappear and I'm begging you
"Please"
I've been waiting all day for you to see
You took everything outta me
I gave you what you need after the weed
What about me? Me
Me
What about me? Me
Me

[Chorus]
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers
Please
Cry on my shirt
Girl
And I can use 'em showers
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers
Who could compare to a girl with all these superpowers?

[Verse 2]
Love
Save it for me
Still rather be
Better for some
But that isn't me
Care too much about too many things
I say what I like and I like what I need
Mmm
I need someone
But I can't be in need
I care too much about everything
And it's everything that came with you and me
What about me? Me
Me
What about me? Me
Me
And I like what I need
I need someone
But I can't be in need
What about me? Me
Me

[Chorus]
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers
Please
Cry on my shirt
Girl
And I can use them showers
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers
Who could compare to a girl with all these superpowers?

[Break]

[Bridge]
You won't lose me
Truth is you need someone like me
And I am beauty
You deserve me too more than me

[Chorus]
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers
Please
Cry on my shirt
Girl
And I can use them showers
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers
Who could compare to a girl with all these superpowers?

[Chorus]
Please
Cry on my shirt
Girl
And I can use them showers

[Outro]
Tell me what's more beautiful than flowers 
Voorzitter

[End]


What's More Beautiful Than Flowers

clear intentions, joe dispenza, feel elevated emotions, love, joy, peace

Gateway to Peace

Gateway to peace

The song presents a haunting yet beautiful meditation on death and remembrance. Instead of traditional mourning, the speaker wishes for "strange flowers" to be planted on their grave, allowing them to symbolically live on through nature. These flowers, growing under moonlight and rain, carry the speaker’s essence, whispering their untold stories. Rejecting stone markers or epitaphs, the song embraces a more ethereal, organic legacy. The repeated chorus suggests a mystical afterlife where the speaker dances through the petals, drinking their nectar, blurring the line between death and an ongoing, poetic existence.

Strange Flowers

SUNO 4.0

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This is the night mail crossing the border
Bringing the cheque and the postal order
Letters for the rich
Letters for the poor
The shop at the corner and the girl next door
Scaling the summit
A steady climb
The gradient's against her
But she's on time
Past cotton grass and moorland boulder
Casting white plumes over her shoulder
Swift as an arrow she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses

Birds turn their heads as she approaches
Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches
Sheepdogs cannot turn her course
They slumber on with paws across
In the farm she passes
No one wakes
But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes

Dawn freshens
The climb is done
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus
The furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen
All Scotland waits for her
In dark glens
Beside pale-green lochs
Men long for news

Letters of thanks
Letters from banks
Letters of joy from the girl and the boy
Receipted bills and invitations
To inspect new stock or visit relations
And applications for situations
And timid lovers' declarations
And gossip
Gossip from all the nations
News circumstantial
News financial
Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in
Letters with faces scrawled in the margin
Letters from uncles
Cousins
And aunts
Letters to Scotland from the South of France
Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
Notes from overseas to Hebrides
Written on paper of every hue
The pink
The violet
The white and the blue
The chatty
The catty
The boring
Adoring
The cold and official and the heart's outpouring
Clever
Stupid
Short and long
The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong

Dawn freshens
Her climb is done
Down towards Glasgow she descends
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus
The furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen
All Scotland waits for her

In dark glens.

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Night Mail

This song is a deeply personal reflection on love, loss, and the memories that linger. With raw, emotive lyrics that capture the essence of cherished moments, it paints a vivid picture of vulnerability and timeless longing. Its storytelling speaks to the bittersweet beauty of holding onto what once was, embracing emotions that are both haunting and comforting. A ballad for those who understand the enduring power of memory and the impact of a love that shapes a lifetime.

Forever Mine (Remastered)

Heroes

7 Not By My Side

Baby Fever

Alfred Dobisch is a multimedia artist from Hamburg, Germany. He employs artificial intelligence systems, studio effects, and hybrid men-machine techniques throughout every stage of his creative process. His songs are often simple. But sometimes they become multidimensional works with many layers of meaning.  His tracks are accompanied by his personal artwork and videos. His musical style is influenced by a multitude of musical genres from all epochs and musical traditions. He frequently uses surreal effects and juxtapositions. You can find both his artist blog and newsletter at www.foolishambition.eu. To get an overview of all his releases, visit his official YouTube artist channel under: https://www.youtube.com/@FoolishAmbition-ais.

Confession To A Higher Intelligence

Foolish Ambition