Ein Albtraum im Galopp.

Goethes Klassiker, neu gedacht – und neu vertont.

Der Vater hält fest, das Kind fleht, der Erlkönig lockt.
Kein Pathos, kein Theater. Nur Worte – klar, drängend, unaufhaltsam.

Der Erlkönig, wie du ihn noch nie gehört hast.


A nightmare at full gallop.

Goethe’s classic, reimagined – and set to new music.

The father holds tight, the child pleads, the Erlking whispers.
No pathos, no theatrics. Just words – sharp, urgent, unstoppable.

The Erlking, like you’ve never heard it before.

Der Erlkönig

Manche Spiele kennt man – und spielt sie trotzdem mit.

„Tricks“ erzählt die Geschichte einer späten Erkenntnis: von Sehnsucht, Stolz und dem Moment, in dem man endlich aussteigt.

Klarer Text, lässiger Ton, starke Bilder.
Ein Song über alte Muster – und neue Klarheit.



Some games you know too well — and still fall for.

“Tricks” is a song about late realizations: longing, pride, and that one final moment when you walk away.

Direct words, cool tone, sharp imagery.
A story about old habits — and new clarity.

Tricks

Let It Fall

Anxiety fills the brave

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Love Won't Let Me Fall

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Our paths would cross 
From time to time. 
This is a story 
Of an old friend of mine. 
A tale deep in our minds. 
The choices we make 
Seem like glimpses 
Of a picture that shines 
Becoming shadowed 
By the choices we find. 
Woven in the truth 
Shadowed by my friend 
This becomes a story 
That attempts to amend. 
I can only feel 
The sorrow of my heart 
Reaching back 
To what once was 
And the complication, 
The entrapment 
Of the shadow’s attachment. 
But, the freedom of choice 
Combined with 
Life’s gentleness 
Of a coin toss. 
It did not allow 
My mind to see 
What in fat 
Ad captured me. 
As the universe does speak, 
A message to seek 
As the mind begins 
To peak 
To the peripheral  
Of a vision 
Begging for this 
Divine recission. 
Still, not understanding 
It’s always 
Our simple decision 
Yes, the shadow 
Comes invited 
By something 
We may feel excited 
The choice is everywhere 
To live in love 
Or, to sit  
And breathe my air. 
To embrace the choice 
That brought fear 
Propagating my actions 
Pushing away 
What I held very dear 
I wish you were here –  
My friend. 
We once laughed 
And dreamed. 
But the shadowing future 
Was not clear. 
As I sit here 
With the courage to care. 
I have the power 
To free love 
From there to here 
And beyond 
The shadow’s sneer. 
A heart with no fear –  
Love that can care. 
A soul, timeless 
With the ability 
To make illusions disappear.

Old Friend of Mine

Chaque morceau est une pièce d’un labyrinthe intérieur, chaque personnage un masque tombé dans le puits. L’Âne Flûte n’est pas un autre. Ni le corbeau. Ni le roi des rats. Tous parlent d’un même lieu, d’un même cœur fendu par les années, par le doute, par l’épuisement d’être. Ce projet est le récit d’un seul être qui s’est éparpillé pour mieux se rassembler.

Il a fallu deux années pour oser cette traversée. Deux années à visiter chaque recoin de la caverne : la peur, l’égo, la honte, la colère, mais aussi la lucidité, l’éclat d’une étoile dans la nuit, les murmures d’un espoir sans nom. C’est une cartographie de l’âme, un théâtre peuplé d’ombres qui sont toutes un seul corps.

L’intelligence artificielle n’est pas une coquetterie ici, mais un choix essentiel. Elle sert à ôter la voix de l’auteur pour révéler la voix de l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas lui que l’on écoute, c’est ce que ça dit en lui, et peut-être en chacun. La musique devient alors canal, les voix des archétypes, et l’auteur, un passeur anonyme qui délègue l’incarnation pour que l’essence passe sans entrave.

C’est un opéra intérieur, un carnaval de symboles, un murmure d’enfant vieux.
Un seul être se cherche — dans mille visages.

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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

Heat Like That

We Made A God

We Made A God (feat. Bouplay Mykell)

"The Last Breath of Us" is a melancholic and cinematic ballad. Carried by a fragile piano, deep strings, and a trembling voice, it evokes the irretrievable loss of love and the desire to abandon the world after this absence. The song oscillates between intimate sweetness and dramatic intensity, like a minimalist requiem. The atmosphere is at once hypnotic, vulnerable, and tragically beautiful.
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« The Last Breath of Us » est une ballade mélancolique et cinématographique. Portée par un piano fragile, des cordes profondes et une voix tremblante, elle évoque la perte irrémédiable de l'amour et le désir d'abandonner le monde après cette absence. La chanson oscille entre douceur intime et intensité dramatique, tel un requiem minimaliste. L'atmosphère est à la fois hypnotique, vulnérable et tragiquement belle.
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„The Last Breath of Us“ ist eine melancholische und filmische Ballade. Getragen von einem fragilen Klavier, tiefen Streichern und einer zitternden Stimme beschwört es den unwiederbringlichen Verlust der Liebe und den Wunsch, die Welt nach dieser Abwesenheit zu verlassen. Das Lied oszilliert zwischen inniger Süße und dramatischer Intensität, wie ein minimalistisches Requiem. Die Atmosphäre ist hypnotisch, verletzlich und tragisch schön zugleich.

Tricks

BRO