TOMORROW

The war in Ukraine
The Earth is unleashed
Blood in the plains
Tomorrow will not come

Women in chains
Tears in chains
Children in pain
Tomorrow will not come

Boats drift
The sea that intoxicates
Boats capsize
Tomorrow will not come

People leaving
To other nations
Die in unison
Tomorrow will not come

But who can believe in a new future?
And where do the songs and laughter go?
What chance do we have?
Tomorrow

War at your door
The heat carries you away
The harvests are dead
Tomorrow will not come

Fear in the square
The cold that freezes you
The emotion that fades
Tomorrow will not come

But who can believe in a new future?
And where do the songs and laughter go?
But what chance do we have?
Tomorrow

Demain

“By the Window” is an acoustic folk ballad infused with baroque elegance and quiet introspection.
Fingerpicked guitar, soft string layers, and delicate piano create a gently flowing soundscape,
as the lyrics reflect on time passing quietly outside the window.
Melancholic but warm, the song captures the feeling of stillness, memory, and the beauty of simply existing between moments.

By the Window

“Lazy Like a Monday” is a sharp-tongued, darkly funny anthem for anyone who’s ever been overworked, overlooked, or left holding the clipboard in a chaotic hospital shift. With biting wit and rhythmic storytelling, the song paints a vivid picture of ward life — where gossip spreads faster than test results, efficiency flatlines, and the queue to clock out is the only thing that moves on time. Beneath the humor lies a raw truth about burnout, bureaucracy, and the resilience of those holding the system together. Equal parts comedy and catharsis, this is the soundtrack for every unsung hero running circles in scrubs.

Apple Music

Lazy like a Monday

About coming of age. The feeling of being both a young adult and an old child. Exciting and scary at the same time. And to be an adult witnessing this process. We all have at some point been in the shadow of our own.

The Shadow Of Your Own

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

Step into the magical realm of "Mai’s Bamboo Dream" from the album Cosmic Carnival of Minds. This psychedelic folk track with lo-fi and Vietnamese influences follows Mai, who loses her bamboo flute to drift with dragon clouds, playing stardust tunes. Featuring haunting dan bau, jungle sounds, and a warm male voice, it celebrates resilience in the face of madness — a quirky cosmic journey, perfect for an evening escape. Stream the full album for more surreal tales!
This music was originally generated using Suno AI. All rights were granted to me through a paid subscription, as outlined in Suno's Terms of Service (as of June 30, 2024).

Cosmic Carnival of Minds

Mai’s Bamboo Dream

Lyrics 

I remember sitting at that wooden desk one spring
Your weathered hands traced circles on the board
About the way that water moves through everything
While outside, rain was falling, largely ignored
You turned to face the class with fierce intensity
That made us all sit straighter in our chairs
"The world," you said, "is not our property"
And something in your voice caught me unaware


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


You brought a jar of soil and poured it on your palm
Explaining how each handful holds a universe
Of creatures keeping all our systems calm
The food chain's not a chart, it's something worse
You showed us photographs of melting polar seas
And spoke about the bees that didn't return
I watched you plant a seedling by the maple trees
And waited after class, now desperate to learn


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


Twenty years have passed, I'm teaching science now
Standing at my own board, drawing water's flow
When students ask me why I care so much somehow
I hear your voice still teaching what I know


I take my classes out to touch the morning dew
And watch their faces change just like mine changed
When understanding breaks and something deep and true
Connects them to this earth we've got to save
The passion in your lesson echoes through the years
As I pass on the wisdom that you shared


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do




Earthwise - REMASTERED - HD

DE: Zwischen Dunkelheit und Glanz entfaltet sich ein stilles Echo verlorener Wünsche und verborgener Wahrheiten.

EN: Between darkness and glow, a silent echo unfolds—of lost wishes and hidden truths.

Shadow Echoes

#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

Dedicado a mi hermano Francisco-Paco, por toda su paciencia y ayuda. Muchas veces hermano y otras padre. Gracias

Era apenas un muchacho,
de sandalias rotas y pan escaso,
que mendigaba palabras en las plazas
y dormía bajo los olivos desgastados.

Lo llamaban Eliam,
y nadie notaba su paso,
pero su alma era clara como el agua
que escaseaba en los campos.

Un día, al borde de un sendero,
se cruzó con un hombre vestido de polvo y silencio.
Tenía los ojos que iluminaban y la cara cansada,
y hablaba con la paz de quien ha vencido al miedo.

—¿Tienes hambre? —preguntó el Hombre.
—De pan... y de algo que no entiendo —dijo el niño.

Jesús sonrió con el dolor de los que saben,
y le ofreció su mano.
—Entonces sígueme. Aún queda luz antes del llanto.

Caminaron juntos hasta el huerto sagrado,
donde la sombra de la cruz ya se respiraba,
y allí, en la noche donde el alma llora,
Jesús se detuvo, miró al muchacho,
y con voz tenue le dijo:

—A ti te muestro lo que aún no es.
No para que temas,
sino para que cuando llegue,
reconozcas la señal.

Jesús colocó sus dedos sobre su ojo derecho,
y en un gesto lento y solemne,
se lo quitó como quien abre un portal sellado.
Lo colocó en la palma del niño
y el mundo se detuvo.

Eliam cayó de rodillas.
El ojo brillaba como un sol contenido.
Y al mirar por el hueco
donde el ojo estaba, vió…

los cielos girando de modo extraño,
como si el eje del mundo se hubiera quebrado.
Las nubes eran verdes y caian piedras calientes,
el mar hervía como sangre agitada.
Ciudades colapsaban sin sonido,
y hombres y mujeres corrían,
clamando por agua, por aire,
por un Dios que ya no respondía.

En el centro del caos,
había fuego.
Pero no el fuego divino,
sino uno creado por las manos del hombre,
alimentado por orgullo, codicia, y olvido.

Eliam quiso gritar.
Pero no tenía voz.
Y cuando volvió en si, sus ojos volvieron a encontrar a Jesús,
este tenía lágrimas de sangre.

—Apocalipsis —le susurró el Maestro,
—Y tú, Juan... lo escribirás cuando llegue el momento.

Odín Prestó un Ojo, Jesús susurró y Juan Escribió el Final

Comfort in Rain

Comedy songs and dark-humour originals from a working radiographer. Satire, protest, and indie experiments. 

I write comedy, satire, and straight-up originals about life in radiography, healthcare, and the wider mess. Expect protest anthems, awkward truth, and hooks that stick. If you like Bo Burnham, Weird Al, and indie left-turns, you’re in the right place.

Genres: Alternative, Indie, Singer-Songwriter, Comedy
satire, protest, indie, acoustic, alt-pop

Spotlight tracks:
	1.	“Where You Fell”
	2.	“Gone but Not Forgotten (Lost Souls)”
	3.	“Lazy Like a Monday”
	4.	“Pass the Light Around”
	5.	“All Are One (Defending Every Soul)”

Lazy like a Monday

Lazy Radiographer