A poetic snapshot of the quiet after goodbye: Still Standing captures a night when everything pauses – except the mind. The lyrics trace the emptiness left behind, not with drama but with still, sharp observations. Between power lines, cigarette smoke, and unspoken conversations with memory, this song becomes a quiet anthem of survival – when the sky holds steady, but the heart just might break.

Eine poetische Momentaufnahme in der Stille nach dem Abschied: Still Standing erzählt von einer Nacht, in der alles zu stehen scheint – außer den Gedanken. Die Zeilen fangen die Leere nach dem Verlust ein, ohne in Pathos zu verfallen. Stattdessen wirken sie wie leise Beobachtungen, klar und eindringlich. Zwischen Stromleitungen, Zigarettenrauch und stummen Dialogen mit der Erinnerung entsteht ein Song über das Weiteratmen, obwohl das Herz kurz davor ist, aufzugeben.

Still Standing

I sat on the hood of my car, two towns from home
Watching the power lines hum like they knew what was wrong
The night was too quiet, even the crickets held back
Like the world hit pause
But my mind ran fast

I lit up a smoke I don’t usually touch
Felt the wind say nothing, and that was too much
Your name didn’t echo, but it weighed in the air
Like it never left
Like you were still there

No thunder
No warning
No sharp goodbye
Just the quiet that replaced your light
The sky won’t fall
But my heart just might

You said some things don’t break, they just bend out of shape
But even steel has a limit before it escapes
I replay our last words like a scratched vinyl line
Looking for new meaning
Where there’s only time

No thunder
No warning
No sharp goodbye
Just the hum of what we couldn’t fight
The sky won’t fall
But my heart just might

Some nights I think you were right to leave
Some nights I talk to the space you breathed
The bed is warm but never kind
And you still sleep inside my mind

Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh
The sky won’t fall
No No No - I don‘t think so...
But my heart just might


Still Standing

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Give Me Your Heart, Give Me Your Soul

Give me your heart, give me your soul

Give Me Your Heart, Give Me Your Soul – Tokyo Moonlight

Yesterday

A young woman named Penny is locked away in a stone chapel by the sinister reverend, her hope fading with every passing dawn as hunger and isolation gnaw at her spirit. But when Bradley arrives at the vicarage—tractor rumbling, clutching a mysterious artefact in need of translation—possibility stirs anew. As Penny struggles to call out for help with her weakening, rasping voice, a tale of resilience unfolds where sunlight, birdsong, and the courage to hope might mean the difference between captivity and rescue.

Morning At The Chapel

Don't Need It

Lyrics: 
A simple moon ray
Lit up my room
A fragile whisper
Dissolved the gloom
The steady thumping of my heart
Made me wonder why you never came back

Why do you make it seem so easy
To break the oaths, to shatter the glass
I can’t accept the anatomy of absence
I still sense your skin almost all the time

I stare at the abyss of the night sky
I see us in a vision, the remnants of your touch

In the gravity of your absence, I drift through the void
Dark matter thoughts where the light is destroyed
And I lay here… love deployed.

Come on, don’t leave me with my cryptic parables
It can’t be so easy to live your life as if I was never yours
I’m here, trying to poetize this burning feeling
To romanticize what’s fleeting
To make some sense of why you’d go

One moment you believed it, the next you were leaving
You left me feeling small, so pathetic
All I have is to cling to some dignity
By telling this story like it’s prophetic…

In the gravity of your absence, I drift through the void
Dark matter thoughts where the light is destroyed…

All I want to say is I hate that you’re gone
And I loathe that you forgot
And I hope that you regret it,
That your heart can’t forget it,
When my shadow appears, may you endlessly dread it

Lyrics, production, covert art: Adriana Lazcano

all I want to say..

Ending whispers

Scrape my knee - Single

🎡 “The Carnival Sleeps” drifts through a haunted fairground at midnight, echoing guitars, ghostly choirs, and eerie carnival tones create a dreamlike Halloween waltz. Melancholic, hypnotic, and cinematic, it’s the perfect song for when the lights dim and the ghosts come out to dance.

Still Standing

BRO