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“The Invisible Wall” is a haunting, emotional ballad about living with ADHD and the silent battle of executive dysfunction. It captures the feeling of wanting to move but being mentally frozen — the gap between intention and action that so many people misunderstand. 
Through raw lyrics and an intimate soundscape, the song gives voice to the frustration, shame, and quiet resilience of trying again when your brain won’t cooperate. It’s not about laziness — it’s about living in a world that wasn’t built for the way your mind works.

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The Invisible Wall

Dieser Track ist teil des Albums "Maschinenherz"

Maschinenherz IX – Reboot

Shine A Light

Whispers of the Willow blends the golden-age storytelling of Gordon Lightfoot with the heartfelt intimacy of James Taylor.

With harmonica sighs between verses and a soft acoustic rhythm beneath, Bob Juch weaves a timeless reflection on love, memory, and the quiet strength of shared songs.

It’s a piece that feels both nostalgic and eternal; a gentle reminder that music and memory never truly fade, even as the sun sinks low behind the willow.

Whispers of the Willow

Car chase (2025)

A tense, brooding psychedelic rock ballad featuring vintage Hammond Organ and a spoken-word bridge. This track explores the modern trap of online echo chambers and the isolation they create. FFO: The Doors, early Pink Floyd.

Echo Chamber Walls

Lyrics:
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One

Where stone once kissed the water—once sea, now silent glass,
Four young men stood; three held No One fast.
A slow red weight along the edge, a burden built to last;
We watched in hush—what slips away is past.

The circles widen outward; time keeps no one small.
He drifted where the ground turns hard—we stayed human through it all.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
No One… No One slid where we stayed—almost away.
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One

The mother bore a torch—a small, aching flame;
The father pled the stars with open, empty hand.
Good, honest hearts—they gave the same,
But only No One knows that hidden land.

The mist called from the farther bank; his chains untied, declined.
He walked ahead and taught the blank to breathe a living line.
A man of wind and thread, turned crown and steel aside—
He made a world from nothing—too bright, too wide.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
Almost away—
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One
mist along the line;
He went before us, left his chains behind.
He went before us, left his chains behind.

Mist Along the Line

Frequency of the Forgotten tunes into the ghosts of yesterday’s melodies — a baroque-psychedelic dream where voices linger between the hum of time and memory. Phantom Harmony fuses warm analogue guitars, Mellotron choirs, and vintage organ tones into a cinematic swirl of colour and nostalgia. Each chord feels like a transmission from a lost broadcast, echoing across the frequencies of love and loss.

Them Pants

Three Rivers Revival