Singer/ Lyric- Hannah Ducharme  Guitar/ Instrument- Andrew Ziegler

Passing Blame

The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour (Bonus Track)

Bittersweet' depicts the experience of grief - the bitterness and sweetness of such a personal and life-changing experience.

The Indian Swaras or notation and syllables in the song depict the feelings that can't be coined into words, the questions that cannot be asked and the words that can't be formed.

Bittersweet

A song based on the work "an accidental warlord and his pack" by inexplicifics.

The_Fall_of_Hagge

Some songs from my third album 'At the edge of autumn' (2023)
Recorded live at 'Anova Studios' TLV.

Path

Sự thật sau một lời hứa - Chi Dân - sutairu cover

False Love

Sneeze

i still think about you when i wake up in the morning. i still turn to my side and clutch onto a pillow pretending it to be you. i still love you and i always miss you but what am i to do.  goodnight Bear. 

thirteen

You Changed Everything

A country-leaning lo-fi confessional for voice and guitar. Close-mic’d female alto sits just behind the beat, letting long vowels and porch-soft pauses carry the story. A warm, fingerpicked guitar shadows the melody without crowding the words. No frills, no polish—just a late-night admission on wood and wire, rising gently at the chorus and settling back into quiet.

[LYRICS]

Lost and found. Funny Place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone.
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat.
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.