Title: Love Again?
Artist: MOBest


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Summary:
This melancholic ballad tells the story of a chance encounter between two former lovers who haven't seen each other in years. Now both in committed relationships, they meet unexpectedly and are overwhelmed by unresolved emotions and a deep, lingering connection. As they catch up, memories resurface, revealing what they’ve built—and what they’ve lost. Despite their current lives, the emotional pull between them remains undeniable. The song explores the tension between loyalty and longing, past and present. It ends with the haunting, unresolved question: "Are we allowed to love again?"


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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Piano – soft and sparse, with distant ambient strings]

[Verse 1]
I saw you on the corner, just by chance
The years fell off like autumn leaves
Your smile still pulled me like a trance
I caught my breath, I couldn’t breathe
We laughed like nothing ever changed
But time has left its quiet range

[Verse 2]
You spoke of love and where you live
I nodded through a trembling grin
You said you've found someone to give
The peace I couldn't hold within
I told you I had someone too
But none of that felt truly true

[Chorus]
[Strings swell gently, building warmth]
[Are we ghosts of who we were?]
[Do old flames still know our names?]
[Is this moment just a blur,]
[Or the start of wilder flames?]
[We had our time, we lost our way]
[But here you are again today]

[Verse 3]
The street grew still, the lights went low
You looked at me like years ago
You said, “I still remember June,”
The lake, the stars, that silver moon
I whispered, “I remember too,”
And suddenly I felt brand new

[Instrumental Break]
[Piano and cello – nostalgic motif echoing first verse melody]

[Bridge]
[We stand in silence, hearts undone]
[By what we lost and what remains]
[The lives we built, the love that’s gone]
[Still echo softly through our veins]

[Verse 4]
We didn’t kiss, we didn’t touch
But every look still said too much
A thousand words in just one glance
An old unfinished, ghostly dance

[Chorus – Reprise]
[Are we ghosts of who we were?]
[Do old flames still know our names?]
[Is this moment just a blur,]
[Or the start of wilder flames?]
[We had our time, we lost our way]
[But here you are again today]

[Outro – Whispered, minimal instrumentation]
[So tell me now, my long-lost friend...]
[Are we allowed to love again?]


Love Again?

🎵 Wanna a better life for their children - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent) 🌸✨
 
The Right Rev. Mariann Budde (Episcopal Bishop of Washington) preached to the President of the United States. 

This song is loosely about her message and how it was received. This is a reflection of recent political events and the bravery shown by the bishop.

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Wanna a better life for their children

(verse)
I love you when the sun goes down 
when the the night begins to whisper
Or when the fog lift off from all around 
and I left my guard being a firm resister
finding my own virgin magical ground

(verse)
When all the roads swishing past 
lose myself of what brought me here
the mystery of being alive 
and my past like fog disappear 

(chorus) 
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

(verse) 
Found myself on the windowsill 
breathing the thin air of a city
not even close of being fulfilled
when the glow of the moon hit me
thinking it´s time to make a refill 

(chorus)
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted 
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

Primary Colors

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

Make It Rain - Country

"Sweet Baby" blends Deep House, Techno House, Indie Dance, and Mississippi Blues into one hypnotic track. Soulful vocals meet a driving groove with a bluesy riff designed for clubs and viral moments. 

Press play, feel the pulse, and ride with the vibe.

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Janeuary - Sing my songs

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Pine & Snow

BRO