THIS IS Bro

Nachtexpress (Durch die Nacht)

This is powerful. You’re tapping into something deeply needed—truth, identity, and justice in anthem form. Deeper into the raw truth, give voice to the unheard, and let the anthem speak for every soul denied, erased, or silenced.

I am who I am

Afterglow is a reflection on love’s aftermath—where passion once blazed, only clarity remains. This neo-soul/alt-R&B ballad traces the quiet transformation that follows emotional chaos: from longing to release, from hurt to healing. With vivid imagery and soulful lyricism, Afterglow lives in the space between what was and what’s left behind—a warm echo of truth, resilience, and quiet closure.

Afterglow

Verse 1
The fire’s gone, but not the flame,
It lingers soft inside my name.
We danced through sins and silent cries,
Now only truth beneath the skies.

Pre-Chorus
No more running, no disguise—
Just the afterglow in your eyes.

Chorus
Afterglow, we made it through,
Not untouched, but somehow true.
What we burned became our light,
A quiet blaze to end the night.

Verse 2
Your breath no longer haunts my chest,
But left a calm I call my rest.
And though the stars begin to fade,
I feel the peace that we have made.

Pre-Chorus (2)
I won’t forget, I won’t rewind,
But I’ve outgrown what kept me blind.
Chorus (repeat)
Afterglow, we made it through...

Bridge
No bitter end, no last regret,
Just warmth in places we once wept.

Outro
So let the morning slowly rise—
I’ll meet it whole, with open eyes.

Afterglow

🎶 Mangoes in December 


[Verse 1]
You walked in with no warning
Like sunshine on a Monday grey
Didn't know my own forecast
'Til your light just changed the day
You talk like wine at brunch
So smooth and full of charm
And I laughed so hard at nothing
It felt safe inside your arms

[Pre-Chorus]
You're a wrong time turned right
A song I didn’t know I liked

[Chorus]
You're mangoes in December
Sweet when it should be cold
Like dancing in a sweater
Or barefoot by the fire’s glow
You're a postcard from a place
That I’ve never seen before
You're mangoes in December—
And baby, I just want more

[Verse 2]
I’d sworn off sweet things, honest
Got tired of all that pain
But you showed up with your laughing eyes
Now I love the taste of fate
You don’t bring me flowers
Just old records and cheap red wine
But it feels like something golden
I’ve been missing all this time

[Pre-Chorus]
You're out of season, out of line
But baby, you fit just fine

[Chorus]
You're mangoes in December
A breeze in heavy snow
Like humming at a funeral
Or sparklers in the rain, aglow
You're that line in a love song
That makes the old feel new
You're mangoes in December—
And I’m all in on you

[Bridge]
They say joy don’t last forever
But I won’t waste this taste
If it's stolen from the summer
Let it go to waste—on me

[Final Chorus]
You're mangoes in December
A sunbeam through the rain
Like gold beneath the ashes
Or jazz that knows my name
You're a little out of reason
But baby, you're just right
You're mangoes in December—
And I'm eating good tonight

[Outro – optional, spoken or whispered]
Mangoes in December…
Didn’t know I needed sweet…
‘Til you brought summer to my street.

Mangoes in December

Ein Song wie eine Sommernacht – voller Fernweh, flüsternder Wälder und goldener Sterne. Inspiriert von Joseph von Eichendorffs Gedicht (1834), erzählt Sehnsucht von der stillen Kraft der Träume und dem Wunsch, einfach aufzubrechen. Zwischen Posthorn und Mondschein, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – ein musikalischer Spaziergang ins Herz der Romantik.

A song like a summer night – full of longing, whispering woods, and golden stars. Inspired by the poetry of Joseph von Eichendorff (1834), Sehnsucht captures the quiet power of dreams and the urge to escape. Between distant horns and moonlit gardens, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – a musical walk into the heart of romantic yearning.

Sehnsucht

About coming of age. The feeling of being both a young adult and an old child. Exciting and scary at the same time. And to be an adult witnessing this process. We all have at some point been in the shadow of our own.

The Shadow of Your Own

Memories of Harry's New York Bar in Paris back in my school days.

Video: C'était moi
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C'était moi

Quiet moments when love slips through your fingers, caught in soulful jazz that knows the ache of letting go. Each melody carries the weight of goodbye and whispers of hearts learning to love again.

How do I breathe in this quiet house

„17“ – eine Sommererinnerung, die kleben bleibt.
Tom Berger erzählt in seinem Song von diesem einen Moment, in dem alles kippen kann – der Blick, das Lächeln, der Satz, den man doch noch sagt.
Eine Geschichte über junge Liebe, flirrende Hitze und den Mut, einfach loszulaufen – ohne Plan, ohne Gepäck, aber mit Herzklopfen.
Berlin im Hintergrund, die Zukunft vor der Brust – und siebzehn, für immer siebzehn.


“17” – a summer memory that sticks to your skin.
Tom Berger tells the story of that one moment when everything can shift – the glance, the smile, the words you finally say.
A song about young love, heat in the air, and the courage to just leave – no plan, no baggage, just a heartbeat and a girl.
Berlin in the background, the future in your chest – and seventeen, forever seventeen.

Siebzehn

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

Je Me Replie V

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Lryics | Heat Like That

You don’t play with heat like that
Unless you’re ready for the aftermath

Walked in late, lips like sin
Eyes said lose, smile said win
You touched my back like you had rights
I let it slide—for one damn night

You thought I’d melt, thought I’d fall
Didn’t know I’ve burned through worse than all

You don’t play with heat like that
Light the fuse, then step back
I’m not your risk, I’m not your muse
I’m the kind of fire you’ll always lose
You wanted wild, you wanted wrong
But you won’t survive me very long

You called me trouble like it’s new
Baby, trouble’s how I move through you
You tasted smoke and begged for more
Now you’re ashes on the floor

You thought I’d break, thought I’d belong
Didn’t know I’ve been fire all along

You don’t play with heat like that
Flirt with sparks, then pull back
I don’t simmer, I combust
I’ll turn your sweet talk into dust
You wanted heat, now here it is
A woman who burns—and never forgives

Next time you reach for something hot
Think of everything I’m not
I’m not soft, not made to stay
I light it up, then walk away

You don’t play with heat like that
Strike a match, then try to act
Like I was just another flame
When you still curse out my name
You wanted heat, now that it’s gone—
Go tell your friends you got it wrong

Yeah, you don’t play with heat like that

Heat Like That

“When Pigs Fly” ist ein bittersüßer Abgesang auf all die großen Versprechen, die nie gehalten wurden – und eine Hymne an alle, die daraus gelernt haben. Mit bissigem Witz, poetischer Schärfe und einem Refrain, der bleibt, dreht sich der Song um die Kunst, loszulassen und trotzdem gerade zu stehen.

Disco-Pop trifft Blues-Rock – zwischen Tanzfläche und staubiger Veranda wird hier Klartext gesungen.


“When Pigs Fly” is a bittersweet anthem for anyone who’s been burned and came out smarter. With razor-sharp wit, poetic flair, and a hook that sticks, the song calls out empty promises and walks away with pride.

Disco-pop meets blues-rock – this is straight talk between the dance floor and a dusty front porch.

When Pigs Fly

“I Write You A Song” turns late-night city chaos into sharp, streetwise storytelling. Every line paints the flicker of neon, the slam of rain on glass, and the calm of a pen moving steady while the world spins fast. It’s a personal message written in the middle of the noise – direct, unpolished, and meant for one pair of ears.

„I Write You A Song“ verwandelt das nächtliche Chaos der Stadt in scharfkantiges, selbstbewusstes Storytelling. Jede Zeile malt das Flackern von Neonlichtern, das Prasseln von Regen auf Glas und die Ruhe einer gleichmäßig geführten Feder, während draußen alles rotiert. Eine persönliche Botschaft, mitten im Lärm geschrieben – direkt, ungefiltert und nur für ein einziges Paar Ohren bestimmt.

I Write You A Song

When the street’s all sirens, when the sky turns red
And TV’s shoutin’ like it lost its head
I find a corner where the light runs low
Let the noise fade out and the ink just flow

The world’s on fire, but my hands stay calm
Every spark outside just feeds this charm

I write you a song
When the walls feel thin and the night feels long
It’s not for the world, just meant for your ear
A small piece of forever that says you were here
I write you a song

When the clock hands stumble and the night drifts slow
And the rain taps glass like it wants to know
I keep a page with a coffee ring
Where the words crawl out and the truth takes wing

The storm blows harder, I stand right here
With the words I’ve kept for another year

I write you a song
When the walls feel thin and the night feels long
I’ll trade all the noise for a melody true
And I’ll sing every line ‘til it reaches you
I write you a song

It’s not a rescue, it’s not a plan
It’s just my way to take your hand
While the city spins and the lights all shake
We’ve got a world they can’t overtake

I write you a song
When the walls feel thin and the night feels long
I carve words in rhythm, I wrap them in rhyme
And I hope they’ll still matter in some other time
I write you a song

When the street’s all sirens and the sky turns red
I write you a song, and stay in my melody instead


I Write You A Song

„Berlin“ fängt die Nächte einer Stadt ein, die nie zur Ruhe kommt. Doch hinter den Bildern von Asphalt, Regen und Neon liegt eine andere Geschichte – die Erinnerung an jemanden, der in all dem Lärm nicht verschwindet.

“Berlin” captures the nights of a city that never sleeps. Yet beneath the images of asphalt, rain, and neon lies another story – the memory of someone who lingers, even when everything else fades into noise.

Berlin

Der Asphalt dampft, noch warm vom Tag
Ein Taxi stottert, der Beifahrer klagt
Die Ampeln blinken ohne Sinn
Und ich mittendrin
Mittendrin

Berlin
Du alte müde Braut
Dein Kleid ist grau
Dein Herz zu laut

Ein Graffiti flüstert „Bleib noch hier“
Und wie immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Mädchen schreit ins Telefon
„Wo bleibst du Alter? Ich warte schon!“

Der Mond funkelt silbern und voll
Ein Penner meint: „Ick find dit toll“
Die Sterne schaun runter, auf all den Dreck
Zwei Polizisten sehen weg
Sehen einfach weg

Ein Raver stolpert, lacht und fällt
Und ich denk nur „So is die Welt“

Berlin
Du schräge alte Stadt
Dein Atem kalt
Ich hab dich satt

Ziemlich einsam, morgens um vier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Die Laterne flackert wie mein Kopf
Ne Katze jagt im Hinterhof
Die Nacht tropft langsam, schwarz und schwer
Und ich will´s nicht mehr
Ich will nicht mehr

Der Club spuckt Menschen aus wie Müll
Die Stadt bleibt durstig, niemals still
Der Regen spült die Farben fort
Mir fehlt dein Lachen
Nur ein Wort…

Berlin
Du abgefuckter Clown
Dein Lachen hohl
Dein Make-up braun

Im Späti noch ein letztes Bier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Junge klaut am Tresen ein Mars
Und ich starr in mein Glas
Starr in mein Glas…


Berlin

Saturday Night is a song about those fleeting moments when the world feels wide open and nothing else matters. Two strangers meet, sparks fly in the most unlikely places, and the city itself becomes part of the story. It’s messy and magical, full of neon light, laughter, and the kind of freedom that only belongs to Saturday night. With vivid imagery and a driving, melodic flow, the song captures the thrill of living in the moment—whether it fades or stays, it’s unforgettable.

Saturday Night erzählt von den flüchtigen Augenblicken, in denen sich die Welt unendlich anfühlt und alles möglich scheint. Zwei Fremde treffen sich, Funken sprühen an den unwahrscheinlichsten Orten, und die Stadt selbst wird Teil der Geschichte. Chaotisch und magisch zugleich, voller Neonlicht, Lachen und dieser besonderen Freiheit, die nur der Samstagabend kennt. Mit eindringlichen Bildern und einem treibenden, melodischen Fluss fängt der Song das Gefühl ein, im Moment zu leben – ob er vergeht oder bleibt, unvergesslich ist er in jedem Fall.

Saturday Night

You showed up in that thrift store tee
Spilled your drink and winked at me
The jukebox played some broken tune
But somehow it still felt like June

You danced like rules had lost their grip
Took my hand and bit your lip
The floor was sticky, time was fast
But I could feel the moment last

Saturday night, and the world’s off track
Hearts run wild, no turning back
We’re sparks in a soda can
Strangers clapping, don’t give a damn

You said, “Let’s leave before it ends”
We ran through puddles, not quite friends
A streetlight blinked, a siren sang
Your laugh cut through like guitar twang

Saturday night, with a rebel grin
You stole my hat, I let you win
The city’s buzzing, so are we
On sidewalks lit like silver sea

It wasn’t love, not yet, not quite
But something clicked in neon light
You said, “Let’s never do this right”
And I said, “Only Saturday night”

Saturday night, no maps, no guide
You leaned in close, I didn’t hide
We’re mess and magic, caught mid-flight
Who needs forever on a Saturday night?

Maybe it fades, or maybe it stays
But something woke up in the haze
Saturday night, you turned and smiled
And I forgot the world a while


Nachtexpress (Durch die Nacht)

BRO

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