Name: The Red-Beaked Watcher by Karl Andrew Binder
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: A song about the folklore of a Red Breaked Chough (a bird) and its link to a smugglers curse in a story.

"Held in Stillness"

This sound composition is tuned to the Solfeggio healing frequency of 174 Hz – a deeply grounding vibration that gently releases physical and emotional tension. Soft guitar tones and a soulful mantra invite you to sink into your nervous system, let go, and return inward – into a space of quiet safety and calm belonging.

HELD IN STILLNESS (174 HZ)

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Text:
[Verse]
He died in a rocket crash on Mars
They gave me his military records
And I saw my name
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
They brought his body back to Earth
I opened the casket and
I saw his face
He had a secret family with me

(Instrumental-Part)

[Chorus]
I want to love you for a long time
I want to see your face
You are the most important thing to me
And I love you

[Bridge]
He was already married
He had a son and a daughter
He was in the Air Force
I thought he was in the Army
He had a secret family with me

(Solo)

[Verse]
His body was on display in an open casket
His parents asked me not to come
But I couldn't miss it
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
I saw his wife at the funeral
She looked just like me
They all thought it was a coincidence
He had a secret family with me

My Secret Family

🎵 Wanna a better life for their children - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent) 🌸✨
 
The Right Rev. Mariann Budde (Episcopal Bishop of Washington) preached to the President of the United States. 

This song is loosely about her message and how it was received. This is a reflection of recent political events and the bravery shown by the bishop.

Some refer to her as a modern-day hero. At the very least it’s made us stop and think.

Which side of the political divide are you on ?💬 Have you ever been in a moment where words failed? 

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Wanna a better life for their children

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

#StarWhale становится не просто музыкальным произведением, а звуковым порталом, через который слушатель может услышать песню вселенной, ощутить космическую ностальгию и вспомнить о своем звездном происхождении. Это музыка для космических русалок и звездных китов — для всех, кто слышит зов далеких галактик и помнит дом среди звезд.

XVII. Звезда

A song about the folklore of a Red Breaked Chough (a bird) and its link to a smugglers curse in a story.

The Red-Beaked Watcher

Free Spirit

Sometimes grief can be so overwhelming, this tragedy of wanting to turn back time, especially to the lost of a great love. This is a sad song about wanting the impossible to happen. 

Oxygen

I looked down at my sister her face was yellow
She had been lying on the porch for the first part of spring
I was to pour milk over her eyes put mushrooms into her ears
And sprinkle pine dust over her body

Mother and I picked up her body which was lying on a door
So it would not fall apart
Father turned on Mozart and sunshine floated backwards toward
The chickens who danced very slowly in perfect rhythm

The phone rang and Magpies descended down upon the house
We love you we love you come back
You are alive
Wake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake

I gave a half nod and picked up my sister who started to fall apart in my arms
Shit it's not working but it was too late
Pink lambs leaped across the field into the yard
Surrounding the shit of a mess that was my sister

Give Her Back I screamed
But to no avail as I gasped my last breath
Of Oxygen

Oxygen

Mama By Pascal XV

Мой труд — покой в Его делах

Karl is a designer, writer, illustrator - of sorts - who enjoys the end to end process of creative endeavours. The music created relates to writing and team projects, often with tracks to accompany short or collaborative stories (such as the tracks for the Encounter at Penzance playlist) and as a result the style and themes can be wide raning, depending on the stories the tracks are supporting.

The Red-Beaked Watcher

Karl Andrew Binder

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