To know

Dinosaurs and Meteors

Life is changing
most of the time,
but if you are near me,
I’m fine.

Hope’s not dying
most of the time.
I’ll be right here with you—
it’s fine.

Glowing fragments in the night,
we turn towards the sky,
and I’m holding your hand
while we watch the light.
We are dinosaurs,
watching meteors.
We are dinosaurs,
watching meteors,
hoping everything
will be alright.

A new era
from time to time.
There’s before and after—
it’s fine.

Glowing fragments in the night,
we turn towards the sky,
and I’m holding your hand
while we watch the light.
We are dinosaurs,
watching meteors.
We are dinosaurs,
watching meteors,
hoping everything
will be alright.

If this is what marks a new era for us,
a before and after today,
caused by a comet dividing our past
and taking the old life away—
how is it that we are the dinosaurs
and the comet at the same time?

Are we dinosaurs
or the meteors?
Are we dinosaurs
or the meteors?
Are we dinosaurs
or meteors?

Songaweek 16 2025

Dinosaurs and Meteors

Take a ride down memory lane with "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" a ballad that weaves together heartfelt lyricism and classic Americana folk sounds. 

From the first note, this song draws you into scenes of winding highways, Sunday afternoon drives, and the small-town places where memories linger.
With every verse, the story unfolds: an old Chevy on Route 33, windows down, searching for peace and pieces of the past. Against a backdrop of gentle acoustic guitar, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, letting go, and finding yourself again where the road meets memory.

Fans of folk and Americana music who crave honest storytelling and emotional depth will feel at home here. If you love nostalgic road trips, narrative folk, and songs that invite reflection, "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" is the perfect addition to your playlist. Discover your own story between the yellow lines and the memories they hold.

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Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk

I'm Theo Cenere, a folk singer-songwriter.

I write songs about memory, silence, rust, and all the things we carry but never say out loud. My music is simple, stripped down — mostly just voice and guitar — because that’s how it feels most honest to me.

Rust is my first album. I recorded it in quiet rooms, during long nights, and it’s full of little truths.

Still I Rise

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

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

A powerful, heartfelt ballad rooted in folk storytelling and punk grit, Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still channels the quiet rage and resilience of working-class lives. With stripped-back acoustic instrumentation and weathered, emotionally raw vocals, the song captures the ghost of lost industry and the enduring spark of defiance.

Lewis Stevenson blends social realism with poetic flair, evoking comparisons to Billy Bragg and early Springsteen. A lament for a disappearing way of life, and a rallying cry to remember what still smoulders beneath the ashes.

Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still

Red Moon tells a quiet story of love that never needed many words. It’s about moments that stay—like a thumb tracing maps on skin, a candle in the dark, or a moon watching from the window. Some things fade. Others linger, quietly.

Red Moon erzählt leise von einer Liebe, die nie viele Worte brauchte. Es geht um Momente, die bleiben – eine Kerze im Dunkeln, ein Blick durchs Fenster, ein Mond, der alles gesehen hat. Manches vergeht. Manches bleibt ganz still.

Red Moon

I am the prophet

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Rain In Death Valley".

Rain In Death Valley

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All In


I sat at the table 
And went all in
As I was watching
The people 
around the pool
I ran and did dive in
I wait 3 A.M.
And do my little dance
With myself 
I despise 
your bohemian style
But I sure do like
Your angel eyes 

I know 
I am relentless 
I know 
You think I’m reckless 
But I need
Some defense fence
Around me
To keep all the wolves at bay 
Every night 
And day

I sat at the table 
And went all in
As I was watching
The people 
around the pool
I ran and did dive in
I wait 3 A.M.
And do my little dance
With myself 
I despise 
your bohemian style
But I sure do like
Your angel eyes 

I know 
I am relentless 
I know 
You think I’m reckless 
But I need
Some defense fence
Around me
To keep all the wolves at bay 
Every night 
And day

Red Moon

BRO

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