What a great song, Hans, erudite lyrics perfectly illustrating the way society slowly 'disappears' the elderly until they're not even noticed at all.  Was moved to tears, my friend...

Piercing me to the heart, in word and sound.

Wenn man bedenkt, dass die Vocals von einer KI kommen, kreative Nutzung ist also möglich ...

Jonn Hart & LoveRance VS Still Fresh (Dramantic Remix)

Rosewood & Main

West Album

Les fleurs hypnotiques

Autrice Compositrice Interprète : Melusine
Production & Arrangements : Jean-Marc Boulier

Solo

Hecate's pearly marble 
begins to hatch
in small fissures 
as each day he returns to stand
curious, at the gate. 
He can see within her
a subtle change 
a darkness escaping
and a sunlight entering.
An exchange between them
of these dualities. 
A reflection of his own scars and healings.

Her form, divine
an undertaking etched by the sculptor
in his creation
and in his destruction
of the original stone
placed by the floods of old
weathered by the same forces
which created him. 

She, a fragment of the whole
reformed into a holy projection
a savior of lost
and too, somehow lost
yet firmly planted.
One night, he slipped through the gate 
to observe these forces
under moonlight. 
She shone more clearly than ever. 

The curvature of her form
and sweet rounded features. 
Her rosy cheeks
held between solemn and smiling. 
His head turned slightly
and he peered into her steady reassuring eyes. 
He placed his hand on hers
still holding the torch
and felt a warmth escaping the fractures.
For a moment, her eyes seemed to speak
of strange sadness
and the hounds bayed
and a lamp was lit
in a window above, and he fled.

The bloodhounds caught up to him
in a tree, by the river, and bayed.
The handler soon arrived
and he pleaded his case back down. 
He had shown how his hands 
had worked to the bone
and how the crops Still didn't grow.
He told of the moon
and how it's rising again upon him there
would bring only doom.
"If I am not to be set free
there will be no blood left
that isn't lapped up, obscene
at the foot of this tree."
The handler first argued
then nodded
then called off the dogs
and walked back
to rebuild the smoldering city.

Words by Riley Robinson 

II. House of Hecate

une toute petite rêverie dédiée à l'enfance, nostalgie de ces premiers morceaux qu'on apprenait au piano, juste après "la Méthode rose"...

‍Enfantine 8 Pavane pour une poupée ancienne

music & lyrics written by ©Hans-Michael Albers
vocal performance by suno 4.5 

Sie sitzt mit feinen roten Haaren
Und lächelt still in eine Welt
Die einfach weiter läuft wie immer  
Während die eigene zerfällt

Vorm Fenster schwirren Tausend Mücken
Wie viele Sommerlüfte schon 
Um sich im Fluge zu beglücken
Und dabei tanzen ohne Ton

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 

Sie blickt hinaus in so viel Leben
Nicht mehr voraus oder zurück
Sie denkt nicht mal an andere Zeiten
Nur hier und jetzt, der Augenblick

Schwarzer Kaffee, zwei Zigaretten
Vor einem stummen Fensterbild
Ein Film mit immer gleichen Szenen 
Der stundenlange Leere füllt

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 

Sie lebt und stellt sich keine Fragen
Es gibt nichts mehr, das wohin führt
In ihrem kleinen leisen Dasein
Das niemanden mehr interessiert

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 
 
Google translation

She sits with fine red hair
And smiles quietly at a world
That simply carries on as always
While her own is disintegrating

A thousand flies buzz outside the window
How many summer breezes have already
To delight in flight
And dance without sound

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,

She looks out into so much life
No longer forward or back
She doesn't even think about other times
Only here and now, the moment

Black coffee, two cigarettes
In front of a silent window image
A film with the same scenes over and over
Filling hours of emptiness

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,

She lives and doesn't ask herself any questions
There is nothing that leads anywhere anymore
In her small, quiet existence
That no one cares about anymore

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,


Tick, Tack

tarnish :: demo 1

Know What Is Sacred

it frequently occurs that I have to face up to a hundred of attempts when working on virtual vocals for my stuff – though I created a particular persona (defined in many details such as voice character and stuff) in order to work with a ‘familiar’ singer. anyway, this time it actually took almost 250 working versions and the entire amount of my suno pro credits to direct the machine towards a vocal performance matching with my musically concept, the backing tracks and even more: my massive thoughts and emotions in terms of topic. I was looking for a genre or a way to capture a story going back a thousand of years – and going on and on and on. everyday. around the planet. becoming ever worse, especially nowadays…

music, lyrics and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers – vocal performance by suno4.5

Leben über Leben
Alle gerade eben
Zwischen zwei Sekunden
Ausgelöscht verschwunden
 
Grauenhafter Schrecken
Eingestürzte Decken
Ängste, Schreie, Schmerzen
Lauter tote Herzen
 
Wimmern und Entsetzen
Kinderkörperfetzen
Reste von Figuren
Wie zertretene Uhren
 
Graue Trümmerorte
Blut und Ohnmachtsworte
Schneidend tiefer Kummer
Eine Opfernummer
  
Es wird weiter, weitergehen
Weiter über Leichen 
Ist noch nicht genug geschehen
Wird uns niemals reichen
Alles wird so weitergehen
weiter, weiter, weiter
  
Wünsche, Pläne, Ziele
Sorgenfreie Spiele
Freude, Lachen, Scherze
Alles nur noch Schwärze
 
Atmen, Leben spüren
Sehen und berühren
Träumen, küssen, lieben
Nichts davon geblieben
 
Unendliches Sterben
Grauen und Verderben
Bomben, Morden, Brennen
Es Konflikte nennen
 
Schlachten wie von Sinnen
Siegen, nie gewinnen
Ewig gleiche Sache
Männer, Macht und Rache
  
Es wird weiter, weitergehen
Weiter über Leichen 
Ist noch nicht genug geschehen
Wird uns niemals reichen
Alles wird so weitergehen
weiter, weiter, weiter
 
Es wird immer wieder gehen
Für ein Meer aus Tränen
Alle haben hingesehen
Niemand muss sich schämen
So wird alles weiter weitergehen
weiter, weiter, weiter

trying to translate:  

Untold lives
All just
Between two seconds
Destroyed, erased

Terrible fright
Collapsed ceilings
Fears, screams, pain
Shredded hearts

Whimpering and horror
Children's body scraps
Remains of limbs
Like trampled watches

Gray places of rubble
Blood and fainting words
Cutting deep sorrow
A victim number

It will go on and on
Over dead bodies 
Not enough has happened yet
Will never be enough for us
Everything will continue like this
On and on and on

Wishes, plans, goals
Worry-free games
Joy, laughter, jokes
Everything is just blackness

Breathe, feel life
See and touch
Dream, kiss, love
Nothing remained of it

Infinite dying
Terror and ruin
Bombs, murder, burning
Named conflict

Slaughtering insanity
Triumphing, never winning
Always the same thing
Men, power and revenge

It will go on and on
Over dead bodies 
Not enough has happened yet
Will never be enough for us
Everything will continue like this
On and on and on

It will happen again and again
For a sea of tears
All eyes are on it
Nobody has to be ashamed
This is how everything will continue
On and on and on


Es wird weiter weitergehen

🎵 Stone of the Storm – Saorán & Lumeneth
An ode to Kilchurn Castle, Argyll, Scotland.

This cinematic folk ballad rises from the misty heart of the Highlands — where lochs whisper secrets and ruined towers still dream. "Stone of the Storm" tells the story of Kilchurn Castle through ethereal vocals, ambient soundscapes, and ancient echoes. A haunting blend of harp, acoustic guitar, ghostly strings, and distant bagpipes conjures a realm where memory and myth intertwine.

🎙 Vocals: The Castle, the Wind, the Mountain.
🎻 Mood: Majestic. Melancholic. Eternal.
🌫️ Listen with eyes closed and feel the rain-soaked stone beneath your feet.

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#KilchurnCastle #ScottishFolk #CinematicBallad #Saorán #Lumeneth #HighlandDreaming #AmbientFolk #StoneOfTheStorm

Kilchurn Castle Stone of the Storm

no, I’m NOT another AI-enthusiast – I'm just a real guitar player and (besides my job) a passionate songwriter and producer from hamburg, germany. 

this page is kinda hideaway to just share some german lyrics written by me and sung by virtual vocalists from ai suno 4.0 and recently suno 4.5 – based on my compositions, pre-recorded backing tracks and ‘prompts’ in heaps to get the machine halfway close to my imaginations. 

the more, thank you for listening! as well as for your indulgence when it comes to the literal translations of my lyrics interpreted by a machine named google.

#germanlyrics #singersongwriter #suno #hansmichaelalbers

Tick, Tack

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