Bleedin For Yeh

Verse 1]
Floating high above the fire,
through the golden, endless haze.
Found a ghost in drifting silence,
[ drop] [ bridge]
lost within the Venušian maze.

Ancient letters, torn and trembling,
whisper stories to the sky.
[ bridge]
Empty walls and fading echoes,
[ bridge]
voices of a time gone by.

⸻[ instrumental intermezzo, dark synths and electric clear sharp slow blues like guitar solo ]

[Chorus]
Don’t destroy the Mother,
[ bridge]
don’t forsake your only sky.
Don’t forget the breathing gardens,
[ bridge]
where the rivers learned to cry.

Whisper of the Mother,
through the storms that tear and fall.
Hold the Earth within your memory,
[ bridge]
or you will lose it all.

⸻

[Verse 2]
Crumbled dreams in broken chambers,
silent warnings stitched in light.
We replay the lost recordings,
[ bridge] [ drop ]
seeking meaning through the night.

Golden ashes swirl around us,
calling back what we once knew.
[ bridge]
Every heartbeat is a promise,
every breath belongs to you.

⸻

[Chorus]
Don’t destroy the Mother,
don’t forsake your only sky.
[ bridge]
Don’t forget the breathing gardens,
[ bridge]
where the rivers learned to cry.

Whisper of the Mother,
through the storms that tear and fall.
Hold the Earth within your memory,
[ bridge]
or you will lose it all.

⸻

[Outro] ([ instrumental , synths , piano, guitar , whispering ]
Whisper…
Whisper of the Mother…
[ bridge]
Drift across the stars…
[ bridge]
Remember who you are.

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A walk at Midnight
[Verse]
Rain makes lines on window pane
Like old man stories whispered low
The city hums a soft soft tune
A quiet glow a gentle show

[Chorus]
Oh lights of midnight drifting by
You paint your dreams across my eye
Oh lights of midnight dont you cry
Just let your colors fill the sky
Midnight lights bright and high

[Verse 2]
Street lamps bleed a hazy gold
On empty streets and tales untold
Shadows dance a lonely waltz
No one watching no one faults

[Bridge]
Maybe I am just a ghost
Watching from my lonely post
Wishing for a guiding star
Wishing I knew where you are

[Chorus]
Oh lights of midnight drifting by
You paint your dreams across my eye
Oh lights of midnight dont you cry
Just let your colors fill the sky
Midnight lights bright and high

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popsicles in the sand

December Stillness

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

DJ, Producer, Lyrical Scribe, Musician, and I feel you! YouTube: youtube.com/@gallus-music

Cold in the Bones

GALLUS

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