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Longing

Fall In Love With A Girl (feat. Orla Gartland)

Not a Home

Not a Home (Acoustic)

Belgian bedroom pop artist Ben Wolf releases “Truth Untold”, a sincere and heartfelt song about a painful breakup. With an emotional vocal sound reminiscent of James Blunt’s and cathartic lyrics that remind of some of Ed Sheeran’s work, the song’s lo-fi approach further develops the artist’s previous sound.

Truth Untold

worm food

santa baby

mixed some shit that really didnt go together

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City Lights

Sting - Shape Of My Heart

Amor - Emmanuel cortes

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

WILDFLOWER

BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Tell Me Why

Und der Wind pfeift

Some moments never fade.

Still Smells Like June is a memory in denim and sunlight — a song about old ticket stubs, borrowed spoons, and the kind of summer you still carry in your clothes.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and smell the season again.

Manche Momente verblassen nie.

Still Smells Like June ist eine Erinnerung in Jeans und Sonnenlicht – ein Song über alte Kinokarten, geliehene Löffel und einen Sommer, der immer noch in deiner Jacke steckt.

Laut aufdrehen, Augen schließen – und der Juni ist wieder da.

Still Smells Like June

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

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

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

“The Cold Don’t Lie” is a dust-covered journey through backroads, motel rooms, and quiet regrets. With razor-sharp lines like “Steerin’ by feel, not direction” and “The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave,” this song captures the raw honesty of running from a past that still burns. It’s not a love song—it’s what comes after. A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever driven just to forget.

„The Cold Don’t Lie“ ist ein staubiger Trip durch Hinterland, Motels und unausgesprochene Abschiede. Mit Zeilen wie „Steerin’ by feel, not direction“ und „The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave“ erzählt der Song von der Klarheit nach dem Sturm – wenn man weiterzieht, nicht aus Freiheit, sondern weil es keine Wahrheit mehr gibt, die bleibt. Kein Liebeslied – sondern das, was danach kommt.

The Cold Don't Lie

Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow



There was a place,
there was a time
that felt like EDEN.

This is an invitation to step into that sacred garden — not of the past, but of the Soul.

✨ Back to Eden ✨ blends original poetry with AI-generated music to create an immersive soundscape for:
🌿 Healing & relaxation
🌿 Deep dreaming & inner journeys
🌿 Meditative & psychedelic states of mind
🌿Emotional release & soul remembrance

The ethereal soundscape and voice is designed to help you:
🌿 unwind from stress
🌿 enter a dreamlike state
🌿connect with your inner Eden
🌿 awaken imagination & inner peace

This is not just a poem, but an experience — a feather, a petal, and a whisper calling you back to the well of all beginnings.

📝 Poem: Original writing
🎶 Music: AI-generated (healing, ambient, psychedelic-inspired)
💫 Mood: Relaxation | Psychedelic | Dreamscape | Spiritual

BACK TO EDEN
(original poem)

When I paint Eden,
waves from my violin
roll gently
over hill slopes.
Rainbows I summon
pour their colors
over groves and meadows.

This is Eden – outside of time.
Here, a secret ladder
leads to heaven,
where gods descend
and mortals rise.

Birds arrive
from all horizons,
soft winds
meet here from afar,
weaving melodies of wonder.

Butterflies, bees,
and nimble sprites,
fill the air with hum
and frolic,
catching drops of light,
kissing yearning flowers.

From this eternal garden
whispers of joy take wing
and spread to all horizons.

One messenger
is sent for you
to lay a feather and a petal
beside your pillow.
A calling home.
Back to Eden -
the well of all beginnings,
the well of Life.

A
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Back to Eden - chinese vibe

그시절 노래 짬뽕 (Feat. 전요환)

최속523km

Anywhere You Were With Me is a story of fleeting love told through the glow of corner-store neon and rain-soaked nights. The lyrics capture small, ordinary moments — untied shoes, cheap magazines, a broken payphone — and turn them into timeless symbols of intimacy. It’s about holding on to the memory of someone who promised forever but only meant tonight, and realizing that even the simplest places can feel like home when you’re with the right person. Tender, cinematic, and deeply nostalgic.

Anywhere You Were With Me erzählt von einer vergänglichen Liebe im Licht einer Straßenecke, zwischen Neonröhren und Sommerregen. Die Lyrics verwandeln kleine Alltagsdetails — offene Schuhe, billige Magazine, ein kaputtes Münztelefon — in zeitlose Bilder der Nähe. Es geht um das Gefühl, dass selbst ein unscheinbarer Ort wie ein Zuhause wirken kann, wenn man ihn mit der richtigen Person teilt. Zart, filmisch und voller Nostalgie.

Anywhere you were with me

You showed up late with your shoes untied
Said the train was slow and the clerk was blind
We bought two sodas and a bag of chips
Sat on the curb till the neon clicked

And I swear the city grinned with us

Love was blue lights at the corner store
Cheap magazines by the sliding door
You said forever, but you meant tonight
And I didn’t mind, no I didn’t mind
I was just happy to be
Anywhere you were with me

You told a joke that you stole from your dad
I rolled my eyes but it wasn’t that bad
We watched the taxis pulling out of the rain
Counting headlights like they all knew our names

I didn’t care where we were going
Only that we weren’t done

Love was blue lights at the corner store
Cheap magazines by the sliding door
You said forever, but you meant tonight
And I didn’t mind, no I didn’t mind
I was just happy to be
Anywhere you were with me

Some people get roses and wine
We got receipts that fade in time
Some people get promises, carved into stone
We got a payphone that never worked
But felt like home

Love was blue lights at the corner store
Cheap magazines by the sliding door
You said forever, but you meant tonight
And I didn’t mind, no I didn’t mind
I still go back just to see
If the night still waits for me

I still wait outside that corner store


Anywhere you were with me

BRO