„Bar am Meer“ ist ein Song über diesen einen perfekten Moment – Gin-Tonic in der Hand, die Sonne im Gesicht, gute Freunde um dich herum, und alles fühlt sich für einen Augenblick richtig an.
Die Jungs reden Quatsch, aber es klingt wie Poesie. Sie läuft vorbei, und für einen Moment steht die Zeit still.

Ein lässiger Pop-Song mit Tiefe, in dem das Banale golden schimmert.
Perfekt für warme Abende, offene Fenster und das Gefühl, dass alles möglich ist.

Musik von BRO – für alle, die wissen: Mehr braucht es nicht.

“Bar am Meer” is a song about that one perfect moment – a gin and tonic in hand, sun on your face, good friends around you, and for a second, everything feels just right.
The guys are talking nonsense, but somehow it sounds like poetry. She walks by, and time stands still.

A laid-back pop track with unexpected depth, where the ordinary suddenly shines.
Perfect for warm nights, open windows, and the feeling that anything is possible.

Music by BRO – for everyone who knows: Sometimes, that’s all you need.

Bar am Meer

Lyrics:

I had it all while I was still young...
Success in my hands, and the world singing my name...
One day, I went to serve at the prison hall...
Where Peter spoke of grace, to those the world forgot...

A voice rose from the silence of chains...
Teacher, how do I receive eternal life...
Peter gently spoke the words of truth...
Do not murder...
Do not lie...
And honor your parents…

And I thought inside...
I’ve kept all these since I was small...
But then his eyes met mine...
And he said, Come walk with me beyond these walls...

Seek first the Kingdom and His righteousness...
All these things will be added to you...
You can’t serve both God and gold...
Tell me now, which one will you hold...

Time passed, and we crossed paths once more...
His words were soft, but cut through like a chord...
Sell what you have, give to those in need...
And come with me, be truly free...

But silence grew heavy in my chest...
I looked away and felt unrest...
The weight of truth, the fear to lose...
Held me back from what I knew was best...

Seek first the Kingdom and His righteousness...
All these things will be added to you...
You can’t serve both God and gold...
Tell me now, which one will you hold...

There’s a war inside… 
That no one sees...
Between the world and eternity...
If Jesus called me now by name…
What would I say...
Would I walk away...



Choose One

VIEW FROM THIS BARSTOOL
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
©1996, 2025, Awful Racket Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
He’s here again, three stools down
Spinning the same old tale about leaving town
Talks big dreams, but he drinks 'em small
Never stands up, but swears he’s seen it all

She’s got a laugh like a jukebox tune
But hides her tears in her rum and Boone’s
Twirling her straw like she’s stirring fate
Waiting on someone who’s always late

[Chorus]
From the view from this barstool, life spins in a glass
Moments you wish, and the ones that just pass
Lies get softer and truths get loud
When the music dims and the smoke forms clouds
I ain't no prophet, but I know the rule
You see a lot more from a barstool

[Verse 2]
Young love in the corner, bold and loud
Lost in each other, lost in the crowd
He buys her shots like promises made
She laughs like she’s not afraid of the fade

The bartender knows when to speak, when to pour
Like he’s heard every prayer and slammed every door
He nods like a priest without the cross
Serving up hope and counting the cost

[Chorus]
From the view from this barstool, life spins in a glass
Moments you wish, and the ones that just pass
Lies get softer and truths get loud
When the music dims and the smoke forms clouds
I ain't no prophet, but I know the rule
You see a lot more from a barstool

[Bridge]
Some come to forget, some come to feel
Some drink to the past, some hope it’s not real
But me, I just watch the stories unfold
In this amber-lit theatre of the brave and the bold

[Chorus]
From the view from this barstool, life spins in a glass
Moments you wish, and the ones that just pass
Lies get softer and truths get loud
When the music dims and the smoke forms clouds
I ain't no prophet, but I know the rule
You see a lot more from a barstool

[Outro]
So pour me another, I’ll sit and I’ll see
The life that walks by, the ghost and the free
One man’s drink is another man’s jewel
That's the view from this barstool

VIEW FROM THIS BARSTOOL

Country-pop demo. Lyrics available at: https://youtu.be/Ht7B9jJ2mtM

Indiana

Promo: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/orchrax/after-the-shift

“After the Shift” tells the moment love turned real — when a mechanic walked a store clerk home after work, and a quiet night became the start of everything.

Set in the late 1970s, this warm, acoustic ballad blends piano, gentle percussion, and soft electric guitar to capture the vulnerability of that first night together. No big promises. No words needed. Just two tired souls letting go and holding on.

From the world of Summer Shift, this is the sound of a memory you never forget.

Lyrics:

I still had grease on my shirt  
But she didn’t care at all  
Met her outside the store  
Just after her evening call  
She took off her name tag, let out a sigh  
Said, “Let’s walk a bit — the night feels right”

The streets were quiet, air still warm  
And the way she looked — I knew what she meant

After the shift, no words to say  
But nothing ever felt that way  
We didn’t plan it, we didn’t try  
Just held on tight and closed our eyes

We passed the diner and the old motel  
She reached for my hand — I nearly forgot to breathe  
I kissed her soft, like I'd waited all year  
She looked at me like she already knew

Held her close, we didn’t rush  
It wasn’t planned, it was just us

After the shift, no words to say  
But nothing ever felt that way  
We didn’t think, we didn’t speak 
Just leaned in close and let it be

No big promises, no rehearsed lines  
Just fingers shaking, lips touching mine  
And in her eyes, I saw it plain  
Something honest — not just flame

After the shift, no words to say  
But nothing ever felt that way  
Still remember how she looked that night  
And I still feel it when I close my eyes

After the Shift

Someone Like Me

Home Is Me

REMEMBER

Can't Back Up

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Guided by  
The reflection 
From the moon. 
Guiding through 
Where there’s room. 
Disidentification 
Would be a real 
Complication. 
As fog blocks 
The light to me. 
The light  
To my mind 
Illuminating 
My chest. 
Reflecting onto 
The ocean 
Of my gut. 
I thirst 
For what’s entrusted. 
To denounce 
The words 
That are pronounced. 
To hold 
Or 
Let go. 
The disidentification 
Of the lie. 
But, 
Is the perception 
Important 
Of what’s inside? 
If I see it 
As an illusion, 
Does that 
Allow me 
An obnoxious 
Conclusion? 
Is all love 
Just specialness 
Of a form? 
Is it all an act 
For me to perform? 
What point of view 
Is there to ensue? 
Do I fulfill my obligation 
To you? 
Spiritual principles 
And my to do. 
Is the light on me 
And you? 
The next right thing 
I can do. 
Propelled through life, 
I do know what’s right. 
To act with the light 
To keep it going 
With all my might. 
To let go and receive 
Its grace, 
Sharing the light 
From my own space. 
As I let time 
Continue on 
It’s race. 
The abutment 
The pillars of God’s grace 
Do I disown and call it 
To atone? 
I can understand 
But in what way 
Do I plan or act 
With no cause? 
Will I become lost? 
Keep it in the moment 
Look for the atonement.

The Moon's Reflection

[Verse 1]
We walk through glass and endless rules,
(Holding our mouths closed like hands.)
They taught us how to fold into small things,
(How to live by other people's plans.)

[Pre-Chorus]
But there's a steady ember under,
(Quiet, stubborn as the dawn.)
Close your eyes and hear it mutter,
(This is where we start to move on.)

[Chorus]
We are the light of many,
(Not a flash but a slow burn.)
When we step into each other,
(We borrow breath, we learn.)

[Verse 2]
You carry a map drawn in pencil,
I carry a pocket full of pennies,
(Counted until the feelings come out.)

[Pre-Chorus]
We're not the small things they named us,
(We are the rooms that open wide.)
Every scar an entryway framed us,
(And we will not step back inside.)

[Chorus]
We are the light of many,
(Not a flash but a slow burn.)
When we step into each other,
(We borrow breath, we learn.)

[Bridge]
If they want to name us smaller,
(We'll teach our names to the sky.)
If they build their walls around us,
(We'll make a ladder out of why.)

[Final Chorus]
We are the light of many,
(Not a flash but a slow burn.)
When we step into each other,
(We borrow breath, we learn.)
We do not go out alone now,
(We hold until the morning's come.)
We are the light of many,
(We are the light — we are the light.)

[Epilogue]
So take my hand and stop apologizing,
(We've been brave in ways that show.)
We learned how to keep on rising,
(And we'll take it slow.)