What can you do when you lost everything ?

3 Steps Behind

Chasing Dreams

First song about iconic and inspiring places around the world.


[Verse 1]
Golden dawn on the southern trail,
Winds are whispering a traveler’s tale.
Through the plains where the guanacos run,
Chasing shadows in the morning sun.

[Verse 2]
Fitz Roy rises like a fiery crown,
Clouds embrace but can’t pull it down.
Rivers carving through the endless stone,
In this land that stands alone.

[Chorus]
Rolling wheels to El Chaltén,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Every turn, a new horizon,
Wild and free, we’re flying by.

[Verse 3]
Glaciers gleam in the midday light,
Eagles soaring, taking flight.
Frozen air and the open road,
Feel the call, let the engine roar.

[Chorus]
Rolling wheels to El Chaltén,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Every turn, a new horizon,
Wild and free, we’re flying by.

[Outro]
Leave no footprints, take the view,
Let the journey carry you.
Though we’ll go, we’ll come again,
Back to the road to El Chaltén. [Verse 1]
Golden dawn on the southern trail,
Winds are whispering a traveler’s tale.
Through the plains where the guanacos run,
Chasing shadows in the morning sun.

[Verse 2]
Fitz Roy rises like a fiery crown,
Clouds embrace but can’t pull it down.
Rivers carving through the endless stone,
In this land that stands alone.

[Chorus]
Rolling wheels to El Chaltén,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Every turn, a new horizon,
Wild and free, we’re flying by.

[Verse 3]
Glaciers gleam in the midday light,
Eagles soaring, taking flight.
Frozen air and the open road,
Feel the call, let the engine roar.

[Chorus]
Rolling wheels to El Chaltén,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Every turn, a new horizon,
Wild and free, we’re flying by.

[Outro]
Leave no footprints, take the view,
Let the journey carry you.
Though we’ll go, we’ll come again,
Back to the road to El Chaltén.

Patagonia ´s Cathedral.  Lyrics in description

Lost Keys In The Moonlight

A hush fell over sunflower fields,
The sky wept ash where doves once wheeled.
The earth still breathes their silent tread—
The living walk among the dead.
(Verse 1)
They came for us in smoke and steel,
In the dark before the meal,
Mothers torn from each cradle song
With dust of home still in their eyes.
(Verse 2)
A train of ghosts, a thread unspooled,
Each station colder, barely ruled.
But hearts held tight to songs they knew,
And stitched their dreams in exile’s hue.
(Verse 3)
Now in cafés far from Kyiv snow,
She sets her bread, she lets tears flow.
A shawl of rye, a laugh half-spoken—
A soul too proud to stay broken.
(Chorus)
O daughters of the wind, you roam,
With stolen roots and borrowed home.
But every word, each cradle song,
Keeps Ukraine burning, brave and strong.
(Bridge)
She writes in journals folded tight,
By candle’s breath, by winter’s light.
She plants a seed in foreign land—
And sings in tones they’ll understand.
(Second Chorus)
O daughters of the wind, you roam,
With stolen roots and borrowed home.
But every stitch, each evening hymn,
Keeps Ukraine from falling dim.

Slava Ukraini feat.Oksanna Kopenko,vox lyrics indescription

On the New Jersey turnpike
Oh where'd we go?
Red tail lights and white lines
It's a steady flow
But oh where'd we go?

[Verse 2]
I put on my blue suede shoes
The old ways they don't work
You say you hate your hometown
But maybe we should stay here
So I can see you smile in your brown coat

[Chorus]
So
When I wake up from this dream
You'll be in the passenger seat
On the New Jersey turnpike
Oh where'd we go?
Where'd we go?

[Verse 3]
You'll be at my bedside
Saying goodbye
The open window to my right
Lets the sunlight in
As you pull me closer
And I kiss your shoulder
And you put on your brown coat

[Chorus]
So
As you pull me closer
And I kiss your shoulder
And you put on your brown coat

[Chorus]
So
When I wake up from this dream
You'll be in the passenger seat
On the New Jersey turnpike
Oh where'd we go?
Where'd we go?
Where'd we go?
Where'd we go?

[Outro]
On the New Jersey 
turnpike
Oh where'd we go?
Where is the airport 
Am I late 
Für mein München flight 
In my Lufthansa plane
Will I miss 
My 
Oktoberfest

On the New Jersey Turnpike     lyrics in description

My MacDo is burning

Vesuvius Inc 2025. All rights reserved 

Lead vocal, Stratocaster : Jef.  Backing vocals, lyrics : Matteo.  Bass : Marcus
Drums: Paul  Guitars : Andy

The presidents fell
There's a flood in the plains
And the animals yell
I just wanted some peace
But I'm starting to feel
Like the mountains could tell

[Chorus]
Mount Rushmore ´s collapsed
Mount Rushmore ´s collapsed
Mount Rushmore ´s collapsed
Mount Rushmore ´s collapsed

[Verse]
The men on the ground
There's a noise in the wind
And a deafening sound
We all looked at each other
I stared at my mother
And knew what she'd found

[Chorus]
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed

[Bridge]
I had seen it before
In my eyes
And I could ignore
But not this time

[Chorus]
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed
Mount Rushmore collapsed

Mount Rushmore ´s Collapsed   #rushmore. # climatic change

Vesuvius 2025. All rights reserved

# cat. # tiger #proud protector of of his pellets bowl # dark folk #electro #grunge

The story of a character who is sometimes gentle and sometimes a bit rebellious, and who makes us laugh every day and brightens up our log cabin.
Lyrics:

Ten aches like ghosts walking under my skin,
Hospital lights still flicker in my mind.
But Bengal sleeps curled tight like a secret,
A homebody king who leaves the world behind.

Verse 2

Then he’s gone — a blur across the hallway,
A lightning strike chasing spiders through the night.
He moves like danger wrapped in velvet,
A small storm born from a spark of light.

Verse 3

He watches the news beside the sofa,
The screen shouting things I don’t want to hear.
But when that serie The Beast in Me comes on,
He climbs back close, like he’s drawing near.
Pre-Chorus

In the half-dark glow, he guards my breath,
A shadow with fire beneath his fur.
Mon CHAT est un tigre… a bengal tiger,
And the whole room starts to stir.

⸻

Chorus (Powerful / Grunge)

Bengal — run the night like a burning arrow,
Tear through the fear when the edges grow narrow.
Shake off the darkness that clings to my bones,
My wild little guardian, I’m never alone.

Outro (Quieter, Dark Folk + Keys)

When the house grows still and my pain wakes up,
He curls at my side like a fragile prayer.
No roar, no claws — just a soft low rumble,
And for one quiet moment,
the night feels fair.

Bengal the cat

Vesuvius 2025 AllRights Reserved
# Atacama #desert # Chile
Vox, piano, Moog, other synths: Jef   
Lyrics, Acoustic Guitar, Backing vocals : Matteo. Bass, Backing Vocals, Marcus :
Drums: Paul 
Acoustic and Electric Guitars : Andy

The sand whispers secrets under my feet
The sun's a hammer pounding heat
Shadows stretch thin
Then they retreat
No mercy here
No room to cheat

[Chorus]
Attack the Atacama
No turning back
Chasing the horizon on a dusty track
Attack the Atacama
The sky’s on fire
Every step burns
But I climb higher

[Verse 2]
Cactus guards hold their silent stance
Bones of the earth in a deadly dance
The wind’s got teeth
It cuts like glass
This desert don’t care if you’re first or last

[Prechorus]
Keep moving
Keep moving
No room for losing

[Chorus]
Attack the Atacama
No turning back
Chasing the horizon on a dusty track
Attack the Atacama
The sky’s on fire
Every step bien 
But I climb higher

[Bridge]
The stars at night
They glare
They judge
The moon don’t care
It won’t budge
Every breath feels like a war
But I’ll keep going
I’ll give it more

[instrumental]

Atacama under Attack

Written by Mia Sinclair, performed by Maple and Mason

© 2025 PolyHarmonic Records™ / Mia Sinclair™ – All Rights Reserved. Commercial Use Requires Permission.

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FIRST OF ALL, No Promoters or so-called VIDEOS experts.

All songs, -music and lyrics - are copyrighted..
As an author - composer, I like to sing, with my natural voice or slightly transformed with different devices, according to my mood. I also play all kinds of keyboards and a little bit of 6-string guitars, both acoustic and electric.I'm pretty old, but I've still got a fairly wide vocal range, though it's getting lower and lower.
I also have a small home studio called Vesuvius( thx Sufjan Stevens! )
I like to work alone, or with two or three partners, male or female, highly qualified.
And I get some much fun to discover amazing new talents on Soudcloud. That's why I follow more people than I'm followed by. I'm just too curious..

My MacDo is burning

Jef Tale