Name: Without a Sound by Incorvaia_giuseppe
Duration: 3 min 56 s
Description: “Without a Sound” is a raw, intimate ballad about the quiet collapse of love. A delicate but honest female voice drifts through lyrics full of distance, silence, and the ache of letting go. No drama, no explosions — just the quiet truth of two people growing apart. For anyone who’s loved deeply, lost slowly, and learned to leave without a sound.

"Ashes in My Veins" is a slow-burning anthem about loving someone so deeply, their destruction becomes a part of you. It's about carrying the scars proudly, rising from the ruins they left behind. With smoky vocals and haunting lyrics, this song is a confession of heartbreak, resilience, and the bittersweet beauty of surviving the fire. Some loves don’t fade — they burn forever inside you.

Ashes in My Veins
Verse 1
Lit the match with your careless hand
Watched me crumble like a castle of sand
Said forever, then left with the breeze
Now your ghost is stitched into my sleeves
Breathin’ smoke instead of air
You’re the poison I still wear

Pre-Chorus
I bleed out slow, still call your name
Still feed the fire that knows no shame
Ooooh, ooooh, STAY! [Break]

Chorus
Ashes in my veins, dust in my blood
You burned me down, still I rise from the flood
Ashes in my veins, embers in my chest
You left me hollow — but baby, I loved you best
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Verse 2
Your fingerprints, like phantom chains
Still trace the cracks you carved in my name
Tried to heal, tried to erase
But love like yours don't leave no trace
It lingers like a secret sin
Carved beneath my paper skin

Pre-Chorus
I bleed out slow, still call your name
Still feed the fire that knows no shame
Ooooh, ooooh, BURN! [Break]

Chorus
Ashes in my veins, dust in my blood
You burned me down, still I rise from the flood
Ashes in my veins, embers in my chest
You left me hollow — but baby, I loved you best
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Bridge
You can't unburn a heart once it's gone
You can't rewrite a ruin into a song
But I'll carry the ache like a battle cry
Ashes in my veins 'til the day I die

Final Chorus
Ashes in my veins, dust in my blood
You burned me down, still I rise from the flood
Ashes in my veins, embers in my chest
You left me hollow — but damn, I loved you best
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Ashes in My Veins

[Intro]
Hey, love…please whisper my name.

Why are the words so hard to purge?

After all this time, you should share the blame.

You the one half of a whole which converged.

[Verse 1]
I stitched my soul with nettle thread.

A martyr of your vanishing.

The cradle sighed in shades of lead.

Fed lullabies of scavenging.
[Break]

You left a psalm beneath my ribs.

A dirge inked in vernix and bile.

The townsfolk watched with opal eyes.

Their breath held in a feral smile.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now you trespass my ossuary grace.

Murmuring penitence dressed in gauze.

But truth does not decay with lace.

Nor time annul abandoned laws.

[Chorus]
You were the echo in the void lit kiln.

The quill that inked a Judas hymn.

There is no altar built for fraud.

No sermon left in this façade.

[Break] 
"I nursed the silence… until it screamed…"

"You turned absence into a doctrine…"

"His eyes never found your face…"

Hmmmmhmmmm...

[Verse 2]
You sculpt apologies from sleet.

Yet my winters did not thaw.

Each year was an ossified beat.

A metronome bound by a flaw.

[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t croon cowardice like it’s divine.

My spine bore the brunt of your eclipse.

You feared the gallows; I kissed the twine.

While shame fed salt to my cracked lips.

[Chorus]
Yes, I was the vesper, I was the gall.

You were the ink beneath the pall.

The absinthe swirling down the sprawl.

There is no covenant left to mend.

Only the myth you failed to defend.

[Break]
Hmmmmhmmm…

Hmmmhmmmm…

[Bridge]
Go etch forgiveness in your sleep.

But I wore grief like silken peat.

You ricocheted off when life took root.

I braved the thorns, I bore the fruit.

This isn’t grace, it’s the howl restrained.

The orchard you never once maintained.

[Final Chorus]
I was the vesper, I was the pyre.

Breathing fever through marbled mire.

I forged my crown from quiet decay.

And you just the noise that slipped away.

[Outro] 
So sleep, apostate of my womb.

Your name’s a ghost I won't exhume.

He walks unchained, and I retire.

No longer prey to your half-spun lyre.

[Outro]
Hmmmmhmmm…

Hmmmhmmm…

The Vesper

It rolls in quiet like a hungover prayer
Shakes the screen door, lifts the porch chair
You weren’t on my mind ‘til the still went strange
But I knew that sound, and I knew that name

You come like smoke through a slivered crack
Whiskey words and a coat half-black
Say you’re just passing through for the night
But I still hide the good knives out of sight

Bad wind, blowin’ where you please
Takes the roof, takes the trees
You don’t knock, you don’t stay
You just howl what you don’t say
Bad wind, I know your kind
Always leave more gone than you find

Yeah, I still feel

You kissed like guilt with a Sunday face
Told me losing you was some kind of grace
But I kept that picture in the bathroom drawer
‘Cause you only leave when I start to restore

Some call it weakness, some call it fate
But I just call it late
You don’t kick the storm when it’s halfway in
You board the windows and you let it spin

I’ve laid out the cups, I’ve cleared the floor
I’ve seen this devil, wore this war
I pray for mercy I don’t believe
Then I bless your boots when you finally leave

You don’t ask why when you know it’s wrong
You just hold your breath and hope it’s gone
And I’d take you in if you knocked again
‘Cause I don’t outgrow the bad wind

Bad wind, blowin’ where you please
Takes the roof, takes the trees
You don’t knock, you don’t stay
You just howl what you don’t say
Bad wind, I know your kind
Always leave more gone than you find

And when the morning smells like copper and rain
I sweep the glass, and I don’t complain

Bad Wind

I sure hope I live to make this book happen...
Reduced for Quick Sale By songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I stacked my songs like folded pages
Tucked between the years and stages
Some were sung, some were lost
Some just stayed inside my thoughts
Now they sit in a book, spine worn thin
Waiting for someone to sing them again
No price tag, no chain
Just words that wait for sound to claim
Every line was once a fight
Every verse, a stolen night
I wrote them on bar napkins, backs of bills
Scratched them down between cheap thrills
Some got played, some just stayed
Some whispered on strings, some drifted away
But now they rest, no hand to hold
Still hoping someone makes them gold
Reduced for quick sale, take what you need
Songs left open, set them free
No name stamped, no wall to climb
If they make wonder, then they were mine
Reduced for quick sale, they wait to breathe
Waiting for chords, waiting to leave
Take the melody, take the rhyme
And let them live beyond my time
I spent years chasing every line
Trying to catch lightning before it died
Wrote about love, wrote about loss
Wrote about nights turning hearts to frost
Now my hands are slower, the ink don’t run
But the words still hum like rising sun
All I ask, if you sing them loud
Let them mean something, let them be proud
Reduced for quick sale, take what you need
Songs left open, set them free
No name stamped, no wall to climb
If they make wonder, then they were mine
Reduced for quick sale, they wait to breathe
Waiting for chords, waiting to leave
Take the melody, take the rhyme
And let them live beyond my time
I don’t care if they make the charts
Or play in rooms where deals get carved
I just want them to feel like home
To give someone a voice of their own
One day they’ll fade like pages torn
One day they’ll rest where dust is born
But maybe somewhere down the line
Someone finds a verse and makes it shine
Reduced for quick sale, take what you need
Songs left open, set them free
No name stamped, no wall to climb
If they make wonder, then they were mine
Reduced for quick sale, they wait to breathe
Waiting for chords, waiting to leave
Take the melody, take the rhyme
And let them live beyond my time

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Reduced for Quick Sale By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Kyk net vir my, ek sal jou nooit versuim
Kom lê by my, dan vertel ek jou my geheim
Jy's my oggendstêr, my lig by sonsonder
sagte somersbries, as die warrelwind donder

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie suurlemoene
Jy's die een wat luister 
As ek my emosies fluister

Volg net vir my, hierdie voete ken die pad
Deur die donker paaie, in n soektog na die hart
Verskoon my wandeling, want my vooruitsig is sleg
Gevoelens raak my gids, maar my hart ken lank die weg

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie, suurlemoene
Jys die een wat luister 
as ek my emosies fluister

My onselfsigtige wandeling 
het my niks in die sak gebring,
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.

Die Kanteling

I drove past Main, but it ain’t the same
The diner’s gone, they changed the name
The house I knew’s a parking lot
The tree we climbed? Forgot, forgot
I pulled over, let the silence twist
I’m homesick… for a place that don’t exist
Homesick, but there’s no way back
No map, no train, no beaten track
It’s not just miles, it’s time I miss
I’m homesick… for a place that no longer exists
The faces smile, but not for me
They don’t know my history
I walked the block where Dad would wave
Where Mama’s garden used to brave
But now it’s condos, glass and mist
I’m homesick… for a place that don’t exist
Homesick, but there’s no way back
No map, no train, no beaten track
It’s not just miles, it’s time I miss
I’m homesick… for a place that no longer exists
I called my sister, said “remember when?”
She laughed, then paused, said “now and then”
We talked of bikes and summer rain
Of things that won’t come back again
But I still ache for that old twist
I’m homesick… for a place that don’t exist
I thought I’d find it if I came
But all I found was not the same
And maybe home was never land
Just Mama’s voice and Daddy’s hand
But Lord, I’d give my soul to kiss
That place… that no longer exists
So I drive slow through memory’s haze
Play old songs, retrace old days
And though the town has lost its bliss
I still feel love in all of this
Homesick, but there’s no way back
No map, no train, no beaten track
It’s not just miles, it’s time I miss
I’m homesick… for a place that no longer exists

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Homesick

(Verse 1)
Four walls know me better than the street outside
Where every passing glance feels like a storm I hide
The ceiling hums a song I know by heart
This little room’s where I don’t fall apart

(Pre-Chorus)
The world out there moves way too fast
But in here time forgets to pass

(Chorus)
I feel safer in my bedroom, lights turned low
No one’s here to judge the side I never show
Close the door, let the quiet fill the air
Out there I’m a ghost, but in here I’m aware

(Verse 2)
The window’s just a frame for a world I don’t need
I’ve got my comfort, my books, my screen
No footsteps, no voices, no games to play
I can finally breathe when I stay away

(Bridge)
Maybe it’s lonely, maybe it’s small
But these walls don’t let me fall
Every fear outside gets drowned in sound
In my room where I feel found

(Chorus)
I feel safer in my bedroom, lights turned low
No one’s here to judge the side I never show
Close the door, let the quiet fill the air
Out there I’m a ghost, but in here I’m aware

(Outro)
Let the world keep spinning, let it go
I’ll stay where I feel whole
Safer in my bedroom, far from the fight
Living in my own soft night.



i feel safer

Chaque morceau est une pièce d’un labyrinthe intérieur, chaque personnage un masque tombé dans le puits. L’Âne Flûte n’est pas un autre. Ni le corbeau. Ni le roi des rats. Tous parlent d’un même lieu, d’un même cœur fendu par les années, par le doute, par l’épuisement d’être. Ce projet est le récit d’un seul être qui s’est éparpillé pour mieux se rassembler.

Il a fallu deux années pour oser cette traversée. Deux années à visiter chaque recoin de la caverne : la peur, l’égo, la honte, la colère, mais aussi la lucidité, l’éclat d’une étoile dans la nuit, les murmures d’un espoir sans nom. C’est une cartographie de l’âme, un théâtre peuplé d’ombres qui sont toutes un seul corps.

L’intelligence artificielle n’est pas une coquetterie ici, mais un choix essentiel. Elle sert à ôter la voix de l’auteur pour révéler la voix de l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas lui que l’on écoute, c’est ce que ça dit en lui, et peut-être en chacun. La musique devient alors canal, les voix des archétypes, et l’auteur, un passeur anonyme qui délègue l’incarnation pour que l’essence passe sans entrave.

C’est un opéra intérieur, un carnaval de symboles, un murmure d’enfant vieux.
Un seul être se cherche — dans mille visages.

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“Without a Sound” is a raw, intimate ballad about the quiet collapse of love. A delicate but honest female voice drifts through lyrics full of distance, silence, and the ache of letting go. No drama, no explosions — just the quiet truth of two people growing apart. For anyone who’s loved deeply, lost slowly, and learned to leave without a sound.

Without a Sound

In the glow of the moonlight
We found our way
Your voice sounding softly
At the end of the day

Every strum of the guitar
Speaks of a past
Moments we cherished
How they never last

But like the tides, we rise and we fall

Let the waves crash, on our steep shore line
In this bittersweet melody, our love still shines
In a night full of secrets, I'm letting you go
Holding on to the memories like the ebb and flow

(Ooooh-oh-oh)

Your laughter still lingers
In every refrain
Fading like daylight, love vanished in rain

The bass sets in softly
A short beat of time
Together we wandered
Now separate lines

Yet in the distance, I still hear your song

Let the waves crash, on our steep shore line
In this bittersweet melody, our love still shines
In a night full of secrets, I'm letting you go
Holding on to the memories like the ebb and flow

(Ooooh-oh-oh)
Here we stand, on this golden morning
Every tiny hand, I'll find what's in store

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Questo progetto nasce dal bisogno urgente di raccontare una parte di me che spesso resta in silenzio. È musica che parla di fragilità, solitudine, distacco ma anche di accettazione e rinascita. Ogni parola, ogni immagine, ogni suono è il riflesso di un momento vissuto, e condividerlo è il mio modo per dire: “non sei solo.”

Con questa campagna voglio portare avanti qualcosa che non è solo una canzone, ma un’esperienza emotiva e visiva completa:
	•	Un singolo forte, intimo e autentico
	•	Una copertina che diventa manifesto del mio stato d’animo
	•	Un videoclip che racconta senza filtri il mio mondo interiore

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	•	Far conoscere il mio progetto a un pubblico più ampio
	•	Collaborare con realtà indipendenti, etichette o artisti affini
	•	Produrre contenuti di qualità che possano toccare le persone
	•	Costruire una community vera, basata sulla condivisione e sull’ascolto

Questo non è solo un lancio musicale, è un atto di verità.

Without a Sound

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