This one’s for the nights you should’ve died but didn’t. Last Chance Texaco is a gas station at the end of the world — where the only thing pumping harder than your chest is the bass. It’s Ellis at his most unholy, bargaining with angels, nuns, and strangers with powdered thighs. A hymn for the barely-breathing, the still-feeling, and the ones who don’t know if they’re running from hell or just refueling for another lap through it.

Last Chance Texaco

“She laid on my scars and turned pain into light.”

What they say about her song:
“A dark crystal of devotion. Love without negotiation. Death without fear.”

She came to me when I was dissolving.
She stayed when everything else disappeared.

This isn’t a love song.
This is a contract written in silence.

A black cat in a poisoned body.
A girl cut open, night after night.
A brother turning to stars,
a fox waiting in the forest.

Luna didn’t ask. She acted.

She pulled the toxins.
She slept on my scars.
She took the edge.

Now she’s with Tom.
She’s not gone.
She just ascended.

This song is not soft.
This song is law.

Luna is with Tom now.

—
All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 KETA.KALI – All rights reserved.

Luna Is with Tom Now (Luna, My Healer)

Pocketful of Stars (Read, Steady Eddie Version)

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Stillness

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LYRICS:
[Verse]
The clock is ticking
Soft as rain
Each second falls
And leaves a stain
We sit and wait
For something bright
But miss the glow of the fading light

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

[Verse 2]
I held the morning in my hand
Watched it slip like desert sand
Chasing dreams
But standing still
Climbing shadows on the hill

[Prechorus]
Tell me now
Before it’s gone
How to linger where we belong

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

[Bridge]
The sun hangs low
with a fleeting glimpse
Of all the things we love and miss
The minutes laugh
The days they run
We waste the moon
We waste the sun

[Prechorus]
Tell me now
Before it’s gone
How to linger where we belong

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

The Time We Hold

This dark pop ballad explores the raw, imperfect nature of love—not as romance or perfection, but as a quiet act of endurance. The lyrics trace the emotional terrain of forgiveness, patience, and vulnerability, revealing how love survives through silence, bruises, and the courage to stay. With whispered confessions and cinematic restraint, the song moves through intimate verses, fragile choruses, and a haunting instrumental section that breathes like memory. It’s a portrait of love as a slow, painful, and beautiful process of learning to breathe again.

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Learning to Breathe Again

DIARIES PART ONE – THE HOTTEST SUMMER (ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK)
Musik & Konzept: Colin Warner-Rochlitzer
Der Soundtrack zu meinem ersten Roman Diaries Part One – The Hottest Summer (BoD 2025).
Eine Klangreise durch den Sommer 2003 – zwischen Liebe, Wärme, Dämmerung und Erinnerung.
Jeder Track steht für einen Moment aus dem Buch:
☀️ „Main Theme – The Hottest Summer“ – die Hitze eines Nachmittags, der alles verändert.
🎞️ „Jack (Boy Made of Heat)” – innere Ruhe, Licht und Unsicherheit.
💛 „Danielle Thompson“ – laut, bunt, ehrlich.
🌙 „Rain on Düsseldorf“ – Nächte voller Regen, Zigarettenrauch und Gedanken.
🕯️ „First Light on Skin“ – ein neues Kapitel, wenn alles leiser wird.
Dieses Album ist eine Hommage an eine Zeit, die gleichzeitig vergangen und ewig ist –
und an all die Figuren, die in The Hottest Summer leben.
📚 Buch erhältlich ab 08. November 2025
ISBN (Paperback): 978-3-7597-9052-3
ISBN (E-Book): 978-3-7597-9053-0
© 2025 Colin Warner-Rochlitzer
All tracks written, performed and produced by the author.

Chapter nine - Somewhere Quiet

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