Hall of Fame

Copy of Berlin

Tell Me Why

Und der Wind pfeift

wakening up (intro)

Over the Moon is a song about that one feeling: when everything suddenly feels light. When someone walks into your life and, for the first time, you let go—of your past, your doubts, the need to know where you’re headed. Just two voices in a car, a laugh that hits like music, and the sky wide open.

It’s a ride through backbeats and stars, telling the story of a love that wasn’t planned—but changed everything. Poetic yet direct, with a touch of jazz and a dash of rock ’n’ roll.

For anyone who’s ever floated above the world, not knowing how long it would last—and not caring.

Over the Moon ist ein Song über dieses eine Gefühl: Wenn alles plötzlich leicht wird. Wenn jemand in dein Leben tritt und du zum ersten Mal wirklich loslässt – Vergangenheit, Zweifel, Richtung. Eine Fahrt ins Ungewisse, zwei Stimmen im Auto, ein Lachen, das wie Musik einschlägt.

Zwischen Backbeat und Sternen erzählt der Song von einer Liebe, die nicht geplant war – aber alles verändert. Mal poetisch, mal direkt, mit einem Hauch Jazz und einer Prise Rock ’n’ Roll.

Für alle, die schon mal über der Welt geschwebt sind, ohne zu wissen, wie lange das hält – und denen das egal war.

Over the Moon

**Verse 1**  
Sitting on the pier, watching waves collide,  
Listening to the ocean, feeling peace inside.  
The sun dips low, painting skies in gold,  
In this moment with Josie, my heart’s story unfolds.  

**Chorus**  
Oh, Josie, you’re my light, my sweet serenade,  
In the morning glow, your smile won't fade.  
Every whisper and laugh, every touch, every glance,  
With you by my side, I just want to dance.  

**Verse 2**  
I’m a night person, but you shine so bright,  
Your laughter’s the melody that carries me through the night.  
As the stars come alive, I hold you near,  
With every breath taken, I wish you were here.  

**Chorus**  
Oh, Josie, you’re my light, my sweet serenade,  
In the morning glow, your smile won't fade.  
Every whisper and laugh, every touch, every glance,  
With you by my side, I just want to dance.  

**Bridge**  
Underneath the moonlight, we’ll make our dreams soar,  
Hand in hand forever, who could ask for more?  
In the quiet of twilight, I’ll always be near,  
With you as my anchor, I have nothing to fear.  

**Chorus**  
Oh, Josie, you’re my light, my sweet serenade,  
In the morning glow, your smile won't fade.  
Every whisper and laugh, every touch, every glance,  
With you by my side, I just want to dance.  

**Outro**  
So here on the pier, as the waves roll and swell,  
With Josie by my side, everything's just swell.  
In every moment shared, love’s gentle embrace,  
Forever in this dream, we’ve found our place.  

Watching Waves

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

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

Over the Moon

BRO