Nachtexpress (Durch die Nacht)

„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

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

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what’s it gonna take to get you home

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Lyrics:

"They’ll call you crazy," 
they always do,
say you’re chasing 
things no one pursues.
They’ll roll their eyes, 
they’ll shake their heads,
“Who are you to dream that big?” they said.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

“You know nothing,” 
they will shout,
“Where’s your title? 
What’s your route?”
They’ll laugh and point 
from their safe ground,
while you’re building storms 
without a sound.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

You walk alone, 
but not in fear,
your fire speaks 
when none will hear.
Born with light 
they tried to dim,
but stars don’t ask 
the world to grin.

Let them doubt, let them resist,
true change was never born to fit.
The wheel of life won’t place you high or low
it takes you where you’re meant to go.
But only a few know how to draw
the map that leads through fire and flaw.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

So stand your ground 
and face the fire,
you were never meant 
to just admire.
The world will change 
because you stayed—
not when they clapped,
but when they swayed.

The wheel of life

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

lay, lay, 

rest your dream,

ohhhh,

Sprit comes into your head,
says,

Do You Live in the Rain?
hmmmmm,

Do you dwell
Where darkness crys?

ohhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,




The lights decay—
Time gets lost
And fades away.


Beneath your bed—
Rain taps soft
Where dreams have bled.

Do you breathe
In thunder’s name?

Drip by drip,


Down haunted halls—
No one knocks,
But someone calls.
A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

Do you sleep

Until the dawn.

Eyes like glass,
Hands of pain—
You exist
But don’t resist.

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,


Rain begins,
You never run.

Tell me now,
Through windowpane—

Do you live
Inside the rain?

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby

**About This Track**  
This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: Rob Nelson
- **This song track, lyrics based on the poem titled “Dead End No Exit,” by Tyler D. Knight (a.k.a. Gerald Ruskinov).  
- **Executive Producers**: Rob Nelson  
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: Produced using TopMediAI and AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: Mixed from MP3/WAV with NCH Software (trims, fades, conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: Processed with LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: Created with Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay (Creative Commons)  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: Cyanite AI

**Our Creative Blueprint**  
“CHOICES” is our internal code for the DNA of each track: genre, vocal tone, tempo, instrumentation, and emotional arc. Every detail is human-directed—AI simply helps us realize it.

**Rights & Licensing**  
We retain full commercial and non-commercial rights under our membership with [TopMediAI’s Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). Lyrics, production, and arrangement are fully original works by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
Artists and producers are welcome to adapt or re-record our work—please credit us in any public releases. For licensing, collaborations, or sync opportunities, reach out directly:

Bring Your Own Alien Garden  
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**Final Words**  
Each song we share is made with intention, imagination, and care. Thank you for listening—your support brings these stories to life.

When Our Soul Speaks [WOSP2]

„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

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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