لماذا نترك الدنيا تعذبنا وتشقينا | فاتن حناوي

Monster was written about the struggle of dealing with the negative thoughts that come and go in the mind. 
It’s hard to keep a brave face and smile on the outside sometimes when the things feel like they are crumbling on the inside. 

Monster

People Now War

Lost Love in Paradise

Dive into a warm, intimate journey through timeless pop classics reimagined with Sunny’s unique acoustic touch. This album blends soft vocals, delicate guitar arrangements, and raw emotion to create soothing renditions perfect for late-night relaxation, peaceful mornings, and soulful daydreaming.

Featuring heartfelt covers of legends like Frank Sinatra, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, and modern gems from Cigarettes After Sex, Oasis, and Sufjan Stevens, each track invites you to reconnect with songs you love in a calming, dreamy atmosphere.

Whether you’re studying, unwinding after a long day, or seeking acoustic inspiration, let these covers bring quiet beauty and nostalgia to your moments.

Live Forever (Oasis)  Acoustic Cover by Sunny

Over Space and Time (I'm Gonna Ride).mp3

Je marche seul sous un ciel inversé
Des néons brillent mais je me sens effacé
Les voitures filent sans laisser de trace
L'or des rêves fond dans l'ombre des glaces

[Verse 2]
Dans ce désert sous des rubans d'étoiles
La liberté s'efface sous une toile
On promet tout des palmiers sous la lune
Mais mon cœur saigne sous cette fortune

[Chorus]
Perdu dans ce paradis américain
Des promesses en or fondent entre mes mains
Les étoiles éclatent en mille illusions
Je cherche ma voix dans cette confusion

[Verse 3]
Sous les palmiers même le vent ment
Les sourires brillent mais restent étourdissants
Toutes les routes mènent à un mirage
Là où les vérités se cachent dans un nuage

[Bridge]
Le sable brûle mais je continue ma course
La lumière trompe comme un ancien discours
Pourtant mes pas dansent sur l’illusion
Ce pays semble être un film sans fin sans raison

[Chorus]
Perdu dans ce paradis américain
Des promesses en or fondent entre mes mains
Les étoiles éclatent en mille illusions
Je cherche ma voix dans cette confusion

Perdu dans ce Paradis Américain - Jef Bourgeau

Everything we never released, recorded mainly in our bedrooms

Bacteria

I Found Love.

For hours and hours now
I have showered and showered
trying to wash away my sins.
But as soon as one sin goes
another one shows up and jumps in.
It's not about splashing the cash-
dirty money won't change a thing.

Once my skin had a beautiful tan
but now I am a very pale white man
screwed by the midday news
that you can bathe and bathe away
but your sins will stay on your skin.
They will stay forever and a day.

I might grow blue with the cold,
sing the blues until I'm old,
buy myself a burial plot
in the field of the forgotten.
White cotton hair. Aching bones.
I have been rubbish at atonement.

*

(chorus)
Can you find it
.....in yourself to be kind.
Bring me a very large towel
and help me sit and unwind.
Let me howl like a hurt canine.

I've been the victim of sin
from when I was a baby child.
I was wild. I was disquieting.
I grew to kiss every known sin
on its Cupid chinny chin chin.
I let sin be the light in my life.
It brought me pleasure and strife.
It brought me immeasurable pain.

I'm going to
swiftly get back in that shower-
let it rain,
.....let it rain,
..........let it rain.
Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

Oh! Can you find it
.....in yourself to be kind.
Bring me a very large towel
and help me sit and unwind.
Let me howl like a hurt canine.

I've been the victim of sin
from when I was a baby child.
I was wild. I was disquieting.
I grew to kiss every known sin
on its Cupid chinny chin chin.
I let sin be the light in my life.
It brought me pleasure and strife.
It brought me immeasurable pain.

I'm going to 
swiftly get back in that shower-
let it rain,
.....let it rain,
..........let it rain.
Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

*

Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

LET ME BACK IN

Adele - Million Years Ago

eSTRANGEd couSINs: Augmented Ghost Songs and the Blood That Binds
For most of his life, Daniel didn’t know half his family. His father left too early to remember, cutting him off from cousins, uncles, and an entire branch of his own bloodline.
The gap might have stayed empty forever—except for music.

At nine years old, Daniel found an acoustic guitar in his grandfather’s garage. By sixteen, fate finally crossed his path with cousins Timmy and Kenny. Timmy sang, Kenny played keys, Daniel was on guitar, with Joey on drums and John on bass. They recorded on hissy four-tracks and eight-tracks, capturing songs that felt alive in a way nothing else did.
But like so many young bands, they split apart. Life pulled them in different directions.

Years later, after serving in the Army, Daniel got a call from his mom: “Danny, I think your dad died.” Obituaries confirmed it. Reaching out to Timmy on Facebook, Daniel sent his condolences—only to find Timmy didn’t know yet. Timmy’s reply hit even harder: “Sit down. I’ve got something to tell you.”

A few years earlier, Timmy and Kenny had been in a motorcycle accident. Kenny didn’t survive. Timmy was left badly injured, carrying a grief that never stopped echoing.
And then Timmy said the words that would start everything again: “We should get together.”

When they did, it was natural—musicians falling back into a language only they spoke. Timmy brought a notebook full of lyrics. Daniel brought his acoustic guitar. They walked five minutes through the woods to the boardwalk near Daniel’s house, sometimes at night, sometimes at dawn, sometimes in that strange orange light before evening. They played raw, unplanned, straight-from-the-heart jams, recording everything on a Samsung phone.

Years passed. Staying in touch was hard—they were, after all, estranged cousins. But Daniel never let go of those recordings. He experimented—mic’ing percussion, adding backing vocals, trying to polish the hiss and wind noise. They were priceless but imperfect.

Then came the shift.
AI music was starting to emerge. Out of curiosity, Daniel fed Timmy’s lyrics into a generator just to hear them sung. The results were good, but they weren’t theirs—the guitar wasn’t his, the feel wasn’t right. So he shelved it.

Fast forward a couple years: Daniel checks back in on Suno, and something’s changed. It could now process his music—uploading up to eight minutes, following his guitar work instead of replacing it. He had an epiphany.

He uploaded those old boardwalk sessions—the hiss, the strums, the cracked phone mic—and watched them come alive. Timmy’s lyrics were there, Daniel’s melodies were there, but now the recordings breathed. The wind and static were gone, replaced with clarity. The phrasing followed his playing exactly. For the first time, the ghosts in those songs stepped into the light.

Daniel doesn’t call it AI music.
He calls it augmented music—born from real moments, real grief, real family, rescued from bad recordings and given a second life.

That’s what eSTRANGEd couSINs is: a band that plays with the living and the dead at once. The catalog—Every Song is a Coffin, Birds of Prey, Ashes for Eyes, Apple of Sodom, Baxter in a Jar, and Unwanted Orphans and Dead Concepts—is part memoir, part séance, and part survival.

Every song is a ghost they refused to bury.

Daniel hopes that one day, he and Timmy will stand together again with a phone and a guitar, recording something new under the open sky—knowing it can be reborn into something even greater. Until then, he asks you to keep listening, drop a like, share the music, and maybe—just maybe—he’ll post the original phone recordings so you can hear exactly where it all began.

This isn’t about filling a SoundCloud page.
It’s about honoring Timmy’s poetry.
It’s about honoring Kenny’s life.
It’s about keeping family alive through song.

R.I.P. Kennith Lucier
God bless. Godspeed. We hope you enjoy.

Over Space and Time (I'm Gonna Ride).mp3

eSTRANGEd couSINs

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