“Key in the Door” captures the quiet gravity of returning to a place — and a person — that still holds space for you, even after time has passed and words have run dry. It’s a portrait of emotional survival, told through the weight of everyday gestures: a note on the table, a fridge hum, the familiar turn of a key. There’s no grand revelation, only the powerful stillness of being accepted, broken parts and all. A song about love that endures not by shouting but by staying.

„Key in the Door“ fängt die stille Kraft eines Moments ein, in dem man zurückkehrt – zu einem Ort und zu einem Menschen, der einen noch immer willkommen heißt, auch wenn die Zeit vergangen ist und keine Worte mehr nötig sind. Es ist ein Bild emotionalen Überlebens, erzählt durch alltägliche Details: ein Zettel auf dem Tisch, das Summen des Kühlschranks, das vertraute Drehen eines Schlüssels. Keine großen Gesten, nur die stille Gewissheit, angenommen zu werden – mit allen Brüchen. Ein Song über eine Liebe, die nicht laut sein muss, um stark zu sein.

Key in the Door

Long day, no need to say it out loud
The coat on the hook, the quiet is proud
Shoes by the wall, the floor still warm
This kind of peace don’t make a storm

The fridge hums low, there’s bread and some wine
Your note on the table just says: “Take your time.”
No gold, no grand parade
Just the way your world is made

And the key in the door
Feels heavier now
Like it knows what I came here for
When I forgot somehow
No speech, no score
Just this little vow
The key in the door
Still fits me now

You don’t ask where I’ve been, not tonight
You just move over and switch off the light
The air between us tells it plain
You’re still here—and I remain

And the key in the door
Feels true and worn
Like an old song
That outlived the scorn
No war to win
No need to know how
The key in the door
Still fits me now

Yeah, the key in the door
Still fits me now


Key in the Door

Früher war mehr Lametta — heute ist mehr Geschrei. In diesem augenzwinkernden, ehrlichen Song wirft Lara Wolff einen kritischen Blick auf den digitalen Dauerlärm unserer Zeit. Zwischen Insta-Stories, TikTok-Updates und ewigen Likes geht der echte Kontakt verloren. Mit pointierter Sprache und viel Gefühl bringt sie das diffuse Unbehagen einer Generation auf den Punkt, die alles teilt – aber sich selbst kaum noch spürt. Melancholisch, klug und direkt.

Back then, there was more tinsel — today, it’s more like noise. In this reflective and ironic anthem, Lara Wolff takes aim at the social media circus we all dance in. From breakfasts nobody asked to see to algorithm-driven validation, she captures the feeling of drowning in connection while craving real contact. It’s a bittersweet look at how loud the world has become — and how quiet we’ve gotten inside. Honest, sharp, and with a wink that cuts deep.

Früher war mehr Lametta

Alle filmen ihr Frühstück
Aber keiner ruft mehr an
Und es gibt kein Zurück
Kein Zurück

Alle tippen Ich Ich Ich
Und niemand hört mehr zu
Ich fass es nicht
Fass es wirklich nicht

Früher war mehr Lametta
Heute ist mehr Geschrei
Insta – Tik Tok – Facebook
Immer live dabei
„Mein Tag war MEGA
Ehrlich – wahnsinnig toll“
Und ich?
Ich hab die Nase voll

Der Algorithmus weiß mehr über dich
Als dein bester Freund
Vergiss das nicht
Vergiss es nicht

„Ich mag dich sehr“
Gibt’s nicht mehr
Daumen nach oben reicht
Wir ham’s vergeigt
So was von vergeigt

Früher war mehr Lametta
Heute ist mehr Geschrei
Insta – Tik Tok – Facebook
Immer live dabei
„Mein Tag war MEGA
Ehrlich – wahnsinnig toll“
Und ich?
Ich hab die Schnauze voll

Was früher Stille war
Nennt sich heute mieser Empfang
Wir scrollen durch das Leben der anderen
Und verlieren uns dabei selbst
Wir erzählen alles
Aber sagen nichts

Früher war eindeutig mehr Lametta
Heute viel mehr Geschrei
Überall live dabei
Alles ist supi, mega
Unglaublich toll
Immer mehr ziehen den Stecker
Und spielen nicht mehr mit

Hab die Schnauze voll…


Früher war mehr Lametta

a song made by me klark jackson (no ai present)

[verse 1]
the streams flow down to the riverside
all coming to where the fountain lies
i lost my way, and now i'm here
where the fountain lies

[pre chorus]
i took a sip and the world bent down.
colours bled into the ground
everydrop taste like forevers lie

[chorus]

drinking from the fountain of youth
but the water burns straight through the truth
now im high on the poison i found
spinning in circles never touchin' the ground

(whistling)

clouds drip on my tongue
songs of innocence left unsung-sung
unsung-sung
now im flying through the sky, and i question why
why? why?

[pre chorus]
i took a sip and the world bent down.
colours bled into the ground
everydrop taste like forevers lie

[chorus]

drinking from the fountain of youth
but the water burns straight through the truth
now im high on the poison i found
spinning in circles never touchin' the ground

(whistling)

The Foutain of youth

(non ai song by klark jackson)

[Verse 1]
You’re a flicker in the wind 
you lost ur voice u know I sinned 
but do you know that,
the ghosts dont choose who chase
but u know they'll find ur place 
u know the'll find ur place, place

The air still holds your quiet tone,
Like static carved into a phone,
I reach across the endless blue,
But every sky just breaks in two.

[pre chorus]
Your eyes live on the other side,
Of dreams where distance can’t divide,
I see your shape and then i hide

[Chorus]
You’re too far to touch, but too close to lose,
but I’m trapped in the space between what I choose,
I feel your breath in electric rain,
And it pulls me back to you
Again,again, again

again,again, again

again,again, again

again,again, again

again,again, again







too far to touch

We Have Lost
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
  
[intro]

[instrumental]

We no longer decide
We only get to choose
For everything we gain
There is something that we lose

In the stories that we write
In the music we compose
Or the images we draw
And scenes we put on film

Creativity not possible
We prompt and modify
We iterate and simulate
Always one more thing to try

[chorus]
In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

[instrumental]

It's not a game that we can win
We will never be as fast
In this race with a machine
We will always come in last

Who wants to be compared
With things that never cared
Why lose and lose again
The ending is now plain

So we stare into a screen
We marvel till exhaustion
We slowly fade away
There is no other option

[chorus]
In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

[instrumental solo]

Just give up and sit back down
Have a drink, go out of town
You know we are no where
Why is it that you care

We have trained our substitute
It is no longer the apprentice
It is now gaining a firm hold
All will be as we were told

We have planted a strong seed
One that grows too fast to prune
The motive always greed
Now our end is coming soon

[chorus]
In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

[instrumental]

In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

Why is it that you care
We won't go to the moon

We won't go to the moon

[outro]

We Have Lost

We Have Lost
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
  
[intro]

[instrumental]

We no longer decide
We only get to choose
For everything we gain
There is something that we lose

In the stories that we write
In the music we compose
Or the images we draw
And the movies that you saw

Creativity not possible
We prompt and modify
We iterate and simulate
Always one more thing to try

[chorus]
In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

[instrumental]

It's not a game that we can win
We will never be as fast
In this race with a machine
We will always come in last

Who wants to be compared
With things that never cared
Why lose and lose again
The ending is now plain

So we stare into a screen
We marvel till exhaustion
We slowly fade away
There is no other option

[chorus]
In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

[instrumental solo]

Just give up and sit back down
Have a drink, go out of town
You know we are no where
Why is it that you care

We have trained our substitute
It is no longer the apprentice
It is now gaining a firm hold
All our talents growing old

We have planted a strong seed
One that grows too fast to prune
The motive always greed
Now our end is coming soon

[chorus]
In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

[instrumental]

In the race to build our image
We succeeded much too soon
We look better in the picture
And won't go to the moon

Why is it that you care
We won't go to the moon

We won't go to the moon

[outro]

We Have Lost (B)

“Chapel on the Hill” is a cinematic story wrapped in the glow of memory and rain. It tells of a fleeting encounter — a moment caught between fate and reverence, where the heart recognizes something it can’t name. Through vivid imagery and quiet revelation, the song drifts between love, loss, and the strange peace of things left unexplained. It’s about those people and places that stay with you long after they’re gone, like sunlight on a road you’ll never turn down again.

„Chapel on the Hill“ ist eine filmische Erzählung, getaucht in das Licht von Erinnerung und Regen. Sie handelt von einer flüchtigen Begegnung – einem Moment zwischen Schicksal und Ehrfurcht, in dem das Herz etwas erkennt, das es nicht benennen kann. Mit eindrucksvollen Bildern und leiser Offenbarung bewegt sich der Song zwischen Liebe, Verlust und dem stillen Frieden unerklärlicher Dinge. Es geht um Menschen und Orte, die in einem weiterleben, wie Sonnenlicht auf einer Straße, die man nie wieder entlanggeht.

Chapel on the Hill

The rain had just begun to fall
When I found that chapel on the hill
The door was open, candles burned
And something kept me standing still

She walked the aisle, pale and calm
Flowers trembling in her hand
The choir rose, the organ sighed
I never planned to understand

Her veil was light as morning smoke
Her eyes looked somewhere far away
And though her smile belonged to him
It drifted past, as if to say

There are moments you don’t speak of
There are names you never learn
But they stay with you like sunlight
On a road you’ll never turn

The bells rang out, the voices swelled
And I stepped out into the rain
The sky was grey, the hill was still
But nothing felt the same

I never called her name
But somehow I always will
In that chapel on the hill

There are moments you don’t speak of
There are names you never learn
But they stay with you like sunlight
On a road you’ll never turn


Chapel on the Hill

compliqué , difficile a avoir les mots , et pas facile , trop triste , la vrai vie , tout le monde ne peut pas écouter .

Elle revait de france

(by klark jackson, no ai)
Verse 1]
You trace my name in the morning light,
Your eyes turn gray into something bright.
We float through air that forgets to move,
Every sigh a soft excuse.

[Pre-Chorus]
You pull me close
the world stands still

[Chorus]
You bloom into me, I start to breathe,
Like petals waking from the sea.
You bloom in me, the sky turns deep,
And I fall slow into your sleep.

[Verse 2]
The city fades in a pastel dream,
Your hands still whisper where mine have been.
you lose your way just to find your glow,
A garden only we both know.

[Pre-Chorus]
You pull me close
the world stands still

[Chorus]
You bloom in me, I start to breathe,
Like petals waking from the sea.
You bloom in me, the sky turns deep,
And I fall slow into your sleep.

You bloom in me, and time will fade,
Our shadows dance where dreams are made.
You bloom in me, and I just stay,
Forever lost beneath your gaze.

[bridge]
Under your breath, I feel the tide

The ocean moves when you’re by my side

[outro]
You bloom in me, and time will fade,
Our shadows dance where dreams are made.
You bloom in me, and I just stay,
Forever lost beneath your gaze.

you bloom into me

Cyanide and 50K
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Cyanide and 50K
Is that enough, or just O K
It is a game I learnt today
A game the big boys play

A game to play before you die
When there is nothing left to hide
Any night, it is alright
You just don't want to stay

[verse]
Given time we all get here
We all find nothing that is dear
We all find it was a game
We all lose, there is no shame
I would have thought that this was clear
Soon you are gone, you die in fear

aahhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh
boo
BOO!

[verse]
Cyanide and 50K
All it is, it's just a game
Must be insane
When you see lights
Are filled with fright

When spirits talk to you
And chairs jump and then say boo
When you think you know the truth
With a worm inside your brain
Get on the track, wait for the train
With a worm inside your brain
Get on the track, wait for the train

[instrumental]

[verse]
Cyanide and 50K
That's all it is, 
it's just a game
You can pick one, 
or pick them both
It does not matter
You just won

[verse]
Cyanide is such a rush
And 50K, it ain't that much
You can stay and play again
You can pay or take the train

Look around, they all look back
People standing at your back
Everyone is now in line
But go ahead, and take your time

Cyanide and 50K
No need to worry, no need to hurry
No one can lose, it is ideal
But when you choose
It feels so real

Cyanide and 50K

Cyanide and 50K

Cyanide and 50K

[outro]

Cyanide and 50K

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Cyanide and 50K

I and Ai

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