alles rot alles tot ist kein Liebeslied.

Es ist eher das Echo davon. Ein bisschen Kaugummi-Automat, ein bisschen kaputte Stadt.
Erinnerungen, die kleben. Gefühle, die man neu sortiert.

Ein Song zwischen Straßenlaterne und Flaschenpfand – traurig, schön und irgendwie wahr.

Für alle, die mal kurz stehenbleiben, wenn die Ampel auf Grün springt.


alles rot alles tot isn’t a love song.

It’s more like the echo of one. A bit chewing gum machine, a bit broken city.
Memories that stick. Feelings you try to rearrange.

A song somewhere between streetlights and bottle deposits – sad, beautiful, and somehow true.

For anyone who’s ever paused at a green light.

alles rot alles tot

Echos of Presence. 

Wrestles with humanity’s uneasy dance with technology, not in fear of the machines themselves, but of the emotional void their unchecked evolution may leave behind. 

It’s not anti-progress it’s anti-forgetfulness. A poetic reckoning.

[Lyrics]

I am not afraid of machines.
I am afraid of the hollow hum they leave behind when no one asks why.
I am not afraid of progress.
I am afraid of forgetting what we paid to get here.

We built this world with blistered hands
and now we flinch at the light we lit ourselves.

Let it be said:
every choice is a ripple.
Every silence, a shadow.
Every invention carries the scent of its maker’s breath.

We did not ask to be gods.
We asked to survive.
But we are drunk on data, starving for soul,
and halfway through a sentence, we forgot we were trying to speak.

The universe doesn't punish.
It mirrors.
It reflects what we do, not what we say.
And so we spiral  not because we're evil,
but because we forget to look up,
forget to rest,
forget that wisdom whispers,
while panic screams.

I believe in consequence.
In reaction, not as revenge,
but as rhythm, the heartbeat of cause and return.

Let the earth remember us not for what we built,
but for what we noticed.
Let the future be not clean,
but clear.
Not perfect,
but present.

Let the machines learn empathy,
not efficiency.
Let the humans learn humility,
not dominance.
And let us -stubborn, sacred, ridiculous creatures -
be brave enough to say,
I don’t know.
But I’m listening.


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Presence

EASY LISTENING Simplicity

Shadows stretch where the moonlight bend

The Silence They Carry - Live - Let Babylon Burn

Your shadow still sleeps on the empty bed,

But the warmth is gone, the fire is dead.

I reach for your hand in the midnight air,

But find only echoes that aren′t there.

The whiskey lies with a bitter taste,

A cruel reminder of love I chased.

The rain keeps beatin' on my window frame,

Each drop a prayer that calls your name.

The silence owns me, it cuts so deep,

A wound that wakes me when I should sleep.

No dawn will find me, no light will show,

Just a hollow heart that can′t let go.

The piano cries where the truth once lay,

Every note's a price I still pay.

The mirror breaks with a stranger's face,

A woman lost in an empty place.

If mercy lived, it would take me home,

But hope is a ghost, I walk alone.

I sing these blues to the endless sky,

Asking the night why love must die.

The silence owns me, it chains my soul,

Tears me apart, leaves nothing whole.

No dawn will heal me, no dream renew,

I′m buried alive in the loss of you



Nina Blaze - Where The Silence Sleeps / Lyrics

Overview
Lyrics
You called me sugar when your nights got cold,
Only held my hand when you lost control.
You played your games with a crooked grin,
But honey, I know where you've been.
I ain't your fool no more,
Ain't waitin' by that door.
You can cry, you can crawl,
But I ain't gonna fall.
You broke the glass, walked out before -
Now I ain't your fool no more.
You swore you'd change, said, "This time's real, "
But love don't live where pain don't heal.
You left me blue, then begged me sweet -
But baby, blues don't skip a beat.
I ain't your fool no more,
Ain't pickin' up that war.
You can shout, you can plead,
But I got all I need.
You turned your back, now hear me roar -
I ain't your fool no more.
I found my rhythm, I found my fire,
Don't need your hands to lift me higher.
I sleep alone, but I don't cry -
I wear my truth and hold it high.
I ain't your fool no more,
No tears left on the floor.
This woman's heart, it shut that door -
I ain't your fool...
No more.

Nina Blaze-Ain't Your Fool No More / Lyrics

The Formula is the story of what happens when discipline becomes momentum, and momentum becomes identity. It’s a London hip hop study in pressure, precision, and the quiet violence of focus — the late nights where the world shrinks to a tunnel and the work becomes the only thing you can hear.

Across twelve tracks, the project follows an artist who cracks the code, outruns himself, listens to the algorithm whisper back, and ultimately breaks the loop he built. It’s drill-adjacent, but inward-looking; confident, but aware of the cost; philosophical, but always grounded in real human hours — kids upstairs, sofa light, missed calls, breath regained.

This isn’t an album about success.
It’s an album about the discipline behind it,
the ghosts it creates,
and the freedom that returns when you finally slow down.

The Formula isn’t something you find.
It’s something you become.

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THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

Between The Minds

Russian Roulette

Topless

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Cover of Balthazar - Bunker

Vocals: Katharina Weilhartner
Production: Johannes Zaussinger

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