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„Nu tändas tusen juleljus“ (Wir zünden tausend Lichter an) ist ein schwedisches Weihnachtslied. Text und Musik verfasste 1898 die Schwedin Emmy Köhler. Die deutsche Übersetzung und das Arrangement wurden von Sylvi Piela veröffentlicht.

„Nu tändas tusen juleljus“ (Wir zünden tausend Lichter an)

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Today we’re so happy to welcome Irish pianist, composer, and storyteller Mars Shanley to the Woman Muse Series with her breathtaking new piece, Aurora. Rooted in memory, spirit, and ancestral strength, Aurora is more than a composition, it's a passage through light and shadow, love and grief, silence and resilience. With delicate piano phrases drifting over an ethereal landscape, Mars invites us into a sacred space of reflection and quiet power. This piece carries the pulse of generations, the voice of her beloved grandmother, the land of Ireland, and the warrior soul within her. Mars creates and produces every sound herself, with intention and feeling. Each note is memory. Each pause, a breath. We feel her truth in every moment. We’re honoured to walk this path with her. 

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In the shadows of Madrid, they came together—
the lost, the bruised, the brilliant misfits.
Not born criminals, but made by a world
that built walls too high and gave no ladders.

Verse 1

A man with glasses and a mind of fire—
El Profesor—he dreamed a revolution,
not with bullets, but with time, precision,
and a plan twenty years in the making.
To print hope, to mint resistance.
To make noise loud enough
for the forgotten to hear.

Verse 2

Berlin, dressed in fatal elegance,
dancing with death but always in rhythm.
Tokyo, a storm in red,
heartbroken and reckless, born to burn.

MainBridge

Nairobi, fierce and free,
her laughter carrying the dream.
Helsinki, gentle giant,
his heart stitched to a soldier’s frame.
Rio, still chasing the innocence he lost.
Denver, wild laugh masking old scars.
And Stockholm—proof that love
can bloom even in captivity.

Verse 3
Lisbon, the cop turned rebel,
drawn by truth, not lies—
falling not just for the man,
but for the cause,
for Sergio, the Robin Hood of Spain.

Verse 4

They wore masks, not to hide,
but to reveal the face of every soul
the world cast aside.
Dali grinned, red suits burned bright,
and Plan B was always ready.
They weren’t just stealing money—
they were stealing back time,
freedom, and the right to dream.

Outro

For every no one.
For every never.
For every rebel who’s still waiting
for their moment to rise.

“The Plan” (Inspired by La Casa de Papel/ Money Heist).     Lyrics in description

Verse 1
In the dust of broken silence, Gaza breathes a prayer,
From a rooftop under twilight, he finds his station there.
Steel and shadow in his fingers, mission cold and clear,
But the scope reveals a cradle, and a child drawing near.

Verse 2
He remembers little sandals by the front door back at home,
Five young voices on the staircase, where his spirit used to roam.
He left kisses on their foreheads, said he’d guard them through the storm,
But no briefing trains the heartbeat when the target looks so warm.

Chorus
And he sees her—
Running, laughing, hands like wings against the wind,
Not a threat, not a fighter, just a life that might have been.
In his eye, the glass goes misty, in his soul, the trigger stays—
He’s a sniper bound by orders, but a father walks away.

Verse 3
Midnight echoes from the radios, ghosts in every frame,
Coordinates and consequence, but none can speak her name.
He counts no glory in the silence, no honor in the aim,
When the line between the hunter and the hunted feels the same.

Bridge
His scope becomes a mirror—he sees his daughter’s face,
She could be beneath that keffiyeh, lost in some wrong place.
And no war cry, no command chain, no banner in the sky
Can harden what’s been softened by the lullabies gone by.

Final Chorus
So he sees her—
Not an enemy, not a number on a screen,
But a future that might flicker out for someone’s shattered dream.
He won’t speak of it in Tel Aviv, won’t say what he betrayed,
But tonight, a sniper faltered…
And a father walked away.

Through the crosshairs.   Lyrics in description

Intro
Midnight murmurs on the platform floor,
Keys in my case, heart wanting more.
She walked in like a whispered flame—
A ghost I never could name.

Verse 1
Fringe in her eyes, frost in her smile,
A German girl with Geneva style.
White skin like porcelain kissed by snow,
She spoke in silences only I know.

Verse 2
Every month, the sleeper swayed,
Through dusk and dawn, we gently played.
Hands like maps, we traced the night,
Learning bodies by candlelight.

Chorus
Where did you go, my northern star?
You vanished like steam from a windowed car.
No goodbye, no shattered cry,
Just a silence I can’t outdrive.

Verse 3
I waited, watched the numbers roll,
Each carriage passing stole my soul.
No footsteps, no flicker, no flare—
Just the ghost of you not there.

Bridge
Then came your letter, cold as glass:
Don’t come searching, let it pass.
But how do I forget your flame,
When every dream still speaks your name?

Outro
Now the train runs without a sound,
But in my mind, you’re always found.
A girl with eyes of Baltic blue—
The love I lost but never knew.

Sleeper to Hamburg.        Lyrics in description

Verse]
In the desert's hush where shadows creep
A cactus stands tall no need to weep
With spines like armor it guards its soul
Underneath the stars it feels whole

[Chorus]
Oh cactus king of the barren land
You thrive where no one understands
Through scorching sun and freezing night
You hold your ground in the fight

[Verse 2]
A lizard darts by to steal some shade
Beneath your arms a haven made
Your roots run deep in the sandy sea
A lesson in strength for you and me

[Chorus]
Oh cactus king of the barren land
You thrive where no one understands
Through scorching sun and freezing night
You hold your ground in the fight

[Bridge]
When rain does fall your flowers bloom
A splash of color in endless gloom
Your thorns they speak of trials endured
A silent story raw and pure

[Chorus]
Oh cactus king of the barren land
You thrive where no one understands
Through scorching sun and freezing night
You hold your ground in the fight

Cactus King (feat. Lenny O’Connor). Lyrics in description

[Verse 1]
First met you on the courthouse steps
You had a ticket for a car that was borrowed
You said "Take me to the firemen's ball
They'll forget about it by tomorrow"

[Verse 2]
We danced and you introduced me as your husband
It was just a little white lie
But I loved it
You said
"Let's go make it a little more true"
And we took off in a hurry
We got hitched and got it over
While the wedding bells were still ringin' in my ears

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

[Verse 3]
You brought me to your parents' house
You said
"Just play along for the weekend"
They had their questions and their doubts
But by the end
They were believing

[Verse 4]
We had fun
We put on a good show
I guess some people just get off on pretending
I could tell that your daddy didn't like me much
So I left
'cause it seemed like the right thing
It was just the one time
But I know how much it meant to you
And I hope I didn't mess it up too bad

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

Why me ?  Lyrics in description

Gene Flowers painted the Midwest like a prayer — colleges, tree farms, homes and rust. This one’s for the forgotten artists whose canvases outlived the diners they hang in.

Flowers Among the Masters

Go to sleep
One day we will have a house
The kitchen's warm
You walk in
Your jacket's wet with rain
Your mouth tastes like cold air
One day we will have a house
Go to sleep
The bones in your hand are delicate
You are here
Go to sleep

Are you tired
I hope you aren't
Please be here
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Are you tired
I hope you aren't
Please be here
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep

It's too late
They'll know you aren't here
The men who walk
The silent men
The things that come out of the dark
It will eat you alive
One day we will have a house
And it won't find you there
The silent men
The men who walk
It's too late
They'll know you aren't here
The men who walk
The silent men
The things that come out of the dark
It will eat you alive
One day we will have a house
And it won't find you there
The silent men
The men who walk
The men who walk

Are you tired
I hope you aren't
Please be here
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Are you tired
I hope you aren't
Please be here
Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Go to Sleep

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..

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