"ERZÄHLE MIR, MUSE, VOM LISTENREICHEN ODYSSEUS!" - Der Beginn von Homers Odyssee (Version 2)

A few breaths…
And the spiral starts again.
Shadows watch me like they already know
what I’m fighting.
I told you once— yeah, I believed I could—
but this room feels hollow tonight.
I need to say I’m done, no more cigarette,
unless you ask me to stay.
Baby… won’t you change your mind?

[Verse 1 – Slow Dark Pulse]
I keep chasing inspiration
in the wrong places,
stroking the madness
like it’ll save me.
There’s a voice in my head
that drags me back
to my pretty cigarette—
my pretty cigarette.
It’s supposed to be the last one,
the kind that makes my head spin,
but my hands still tremble
when I try to walk away.

[Pre-Chorus – Rising Tension]
A few breaths,
and the spiral winds tighter.
I get foolish,
the air gets heavy.
It never stops—
it never stops—
that voice calling me back
to my pretty cigarette,
my pretty cigarette.
This is supposed to be the last one,
the kind that makes my head spin…
and I’m trying to let it go.

[Chorus – Heavy, Echoing]
Make my head spin,
make my head spin,
spin my head—
pull me in again.
Last cigarette, last cigarette,
last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette.
But I still want that last cigarette.
Last cigarette, last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette—
a promise burning slow inside me.

[Chorus – Dark Extended Version]
I still want one last cigarette,
last cigarette, last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette.
I want that final taste—
even as the habit claws at me.
Last cigarette, last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette.
I want one last— last cigarette—
the craving pulling threads
through my bones.

[Bridge – Spoken / Distorted]
I told you I believed I could change.
Before I shut this door,
I need to stay clean tonight.
Baby, won’t you change—
change your mind?
Your shadow lingers,
mine shakes in the doorway,
trying to leave the smoke behind.

[Breakdown – Minimal / Cold]
A few breaths…
and the spiral turns again.
My pretty cigarette,
my last cigarette—
the one that makes my head spin.
Make my head spin.
Still…
it never stops,
it never will—
not unless I break the cycle
one breath
at a time.

[Outro – Slow Fade / Dark Glow]
Last cigarette, last cigarette…
slipping from my fingers
like a fading memory.
I want one last cigarette,
but the night keeps whispering,
“no more.”
A few breaths,
and everything spins again—
but this time
I’m walking out of the haze.

Smoked my last cigarette

I Woke Up Dead 3x 
Reidmoto: ALL

[Verse 1]
I dropped fast, didn’t feel a thing,
 One blink I was here, next blink I was leaving.
 Body went limp like a puppet cut loose,
 Lips turned blue, I was no damn use.

[Verse 2]
I didn’t hear the shouting, didn’t feel the floor,
 Just slipped out my body like I wasn’t mine no more.
 They tell me I fell sideways, breath just stopped—
 But the truth is, man… I just dropped.

[Pre-Chorus]
Somewhere between the heartbeat and the flatline,
 I swear I heard somebody calling me back…

[Chorus]
I woke up dead three times,
 But somebody wouldn’t let me go.
 Ice down my pants, cold water on my soul,
 Hands slappin’ my chest like “DON’T YOU FOLD!”

I woke up dead three times—
 But somehow I made it home.
 Three times gone…
 Three times back…

[Verse 3]
They dragged me to the shower, clothes still on,
 Turned that faucet full blast, “Come on, come on!”
 Walked me ‘round the room, holding up my weight,
 Prayin’ I’d breathe before it got too late.

[Verse 4]
Ice in my waistband, shock in my spine—
 Brother, that shit’ll bring you back online.
 I coughed once, gasped twice, whole world spinning,
 Came back like a reboot that ain’t finished booting.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
There’s nothing like waking up confused and alive,
 Lookin’ at the faces of the ones who kept you in the world…

[Chorus]
I woke up dead three times,
 But somebody wouldn’t let me go.
 Ice down my pants, cold water on my soul,
 Hands slappin’ my chest like “DON’T YOU FOLD!”

I woke up dead three times—
 But somehow I made it home.
 Three times gone…
 Three times back…

Woke Up Dead three Times v. Gritty Blues Songs for Addicts from my IRL

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Thread By Thread

Slow-burn R&B about two “just friends” telling themselves it’s nothing when it’s definitely something. Little white lies, Pinocchio noses, hands that shake when they touch. Late-night song for anybody stuck in the almost.

You say, “I’m good,” but your eyes look tired,
Laugh a little hard like the room’s on fire.
Hand on my arm just a beat too long,
We call it nothing but it feels too strong.

You talk new plans and your weekend dates,
Smile on your lips but your heartbeat shakes.
I play along like I’m doin’ fine,
But every small joke hits the same old line.

We keep it light, we keep it low,
Smiles stay smooth while the noses grow.

White lies hangin’ in the air tonight,
Soft words hidin’ what we feel inside.
Say “it’s nothing,” but it cuts so high,
We’re both bleedin’ out in black and white.
If it’s just “hey” and it’s just “goodbye,”
Why do we shake when our hands collide?
We keep standin’ in this borrowed light,
Livin’ on white lies… white lies.

You say, “We’re friends,” when you take that seat,
Knee hits mine and you don’t move your feet.
You drop that joke that you know I love,
I fake a smile when it’s not enough.

Phone lights up but I let it ring,
No one else hits like this almost-thing.
You twist your ring when you meet my eyes,
Both of us hidin’ behind that smile.

We keep it light, we keep it low,
Smiles stay smooth while the noses grow.

White lies hangin’ in the air tonight,
Soft words hidin’ what we feel inside.
Say “it’s nothing,” but it cuts so high,
We’re both bleedin’ out in black and white.
If it’s just “hey” and it’s just “goodbye,”
Why do we shake when our hands collide?
We keep standin’ in this borrowed light,
Livin’ on white lies… white lies.

What if I said I still replay
Every little touch from yesterday?
What if you dropped that “just a friend”
And let this almost finally begin?

Are we really keepin’ each other safe,
Or just scared of what we’d really make?
All this almost, all this might—
We can’t live forever in this half-light.

White lies fallin’ from our lips tonight,
No more “I’m fine,” no “it’s all right.”
If it’s nothing, why’s my heart this loud
When I pull you in from the middle of the crowd?
Say my name and don’t disguise,
No more cover for these honest eyes.
Let the truth come floodin’ out inside—
Burn through these white lies… white lies.

You say, “No more,” and it sounds like “stay.”

White Lies

For everyone spending Christmas under bar lights instead of a fireplace – this one’s for you. 🌟

“Neon Mistletoe” is a barroom Christmas love story:
tinsel around the jukebox, cheap beer, a red coat in the doorway,
and a crooked neon mistletoe sign that changes the whole night.

Will you spin it, save it, and let me know if it hits?

Lyrics below 👇

They got tinsel ’round the jukebox, Santa on the wall,
Plastic reindeer on the beer taps, blinking down the hall.
Bartender wearin’ antlers, pourin’ one more jolly round,
Same old faces, same old stories in this same old good old town.

I’m nursin’ what’s left of a long hard year,
Tryna drown the noise in this cheap cold beer.
Then you walk in wearin’ that red coat glow,
And stop right under that neon mistletoe.

It ain’t no silent night in here,
But my heart went quiet when you came near.

Under neon mistletoe in that barroom glow,
Where the snow’s just foam and the nights run slow.
You laughed and said, “Guess the sign says so,”
Then you leaned in close, real close.
Didn’t need no choir or church bell ring,
Just your lips on mine and the hush they bring.
In a world this loud, it’s a mercy, though—
Losing myself under neon mistletoe.

TV’s playin’ re-runs of a hometown game,
Couple in the corner don’t remember my name.
You hang your coat on a rusted stool,
Suddenly this rundown place feels cool.

You say, “I almost stayed home tonight,”
“I’m tired of chasin’ that picture-perfect light.”
I say, “Same here, I like it dim,”
“Less shine out there, more truth in here with you and them.”

All these crooked lights and secondhand cheer,
But somehow my path feels clearer here.

Under neon mistletoe in that barroom glow,
Where the snow’s just foam and the nights run slow.
You laughed and said, “Guess the sign says so,”
Then you leaned in close, real close.
Didn’t need no choir or church bell ring,
Just your hand in mine and the warmth it brings.
In a world this cold, it’s a mercy, though—
Finding your heart under neon mistletoe.

Maybe we’re just two worn souls on a stool,
Trying to make some kind of magic out of ordinary cool.
But if Christmas is hope in a borrowed light,
I found a little of it with you tonight.

Under neon mistletoe in that barroom glow,
Let the rest of the world keep its perfect snow.
We’ve got jukebox hymns and a soft hello,
And the courage to stay when it’s time to go.
If I only get one wish before the closing show,
Let it be another night under neon mistletoe.

Tinsel ’round the jukebox, last round poured slow,
You smile and say, “See you soon,” and I know.
If Christmas lives anywhere I can go,
It’s right here with you under neon mistletoe.

Neon Mistletoe

Coward’s mind spawns a thousand ghosts…
But I will face the fire.

Thousand Ghosts

I Hope not ...

Known as the 'Grim Reaper'...a man named Solomon...a Charleston enslaved man...buried 9 of his male masters alive. 
@truecrimewithbella 

What have U done, Solomon?
nine men could not be enough
for the theft of souls and aberration
the depth of holes is six feet given
and U should pay no mind to the screams
arisen...for evil lies awake 'neath the cemetery gate
O what have U done, sir Solomon?
wo wo wo
can U hear the buried chains? 'neath the
lotus blossom...
now silent as the 9 dead men...
found writhen in their coffins
and low behold a bound book in leather
near the roots of the earthen mother
the confession to the lotus
an intervention cause she chose us
secrets in the breeze
among the lotus leaves
O what have U done, sir Solomon?
wo wo wo
can U hear the buried chains? 'neath the
lotus blossom...
now silent as the 9 dead men...
found writhen in their coffins

Among The Lotus Leaves

It seems unbelievable

Dear friends, an important holiday is approaching when we humans on earth should be nice.
Unfortunately, there is a lot of evil and there are some nasty world leaders in both the East, West, South and North. Some are completely crazy, some lie and some incite murder.
I now have a hope that they will listen to the message of peace.

Holy Moments

We have got a world with expectations
from the youngest to the old retired folks
it is not too much - they only want to live a life in peace
and never quarrel with their neighbors
it may be a Utopia
But in the days when Christmas comes - there is a sign

We people down here will not wait too long
until dictators and tyrants will go
back to their homes where they are not able to be bad
they must learn the principles of behavior
it may be a Utopia
But in the days when Christmas comes - there is a sign

In the present days there are suffering
from Africa to northern parts of the world
and we must act now - and pay tribute to the days that now will come
and convince the leaders of this nasty world
to stop all of the cruelty
But in the days when Christmas comes - there is a sign

Holy Moments - 2025-12-17 15.44

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