(Verse 1)
I built a house on the edge of the tide,
With waves as my walls and stars as my guide.
Far from the noise, the chaos, the weight,
Living on the moon felt like a quiet escape.

No clocks ticking time, no voices to chase,
Just oceans of silence in a weightless place.
The world spins below, but I drift away,
Wondering if I’ll find the words to stay.

(Chorus)
Living on the moon, where nothing feels near,
Hiding from heartache, from pain, and from fear.
Floating in shadows, lost in the blue,
Learning that distance won’t carry me through.

(Verse 2)
I sent a message across the night sky,
A flare of hope from a place I can’t hide.
Zara wrote back with words soft and clear,
“Come back, love—it’s not so heavy here.”

The tides pull me home, though I fear what I’ll find,
A heart still in pieces, love left behind.
But healing’s a thread that you weave through the day,
Not a place you escape, but the steps you take.

(Chorus)
Living on the moon, where nothing feels near,
Hiding from heartache, from pain, and from fear.
Floating in shadows, lost in the blue,
Learning that distance won’t carry me through.

(Bridge)
It’s easy to run where no one can see,
But the heart still beats, quietly, free.
And love waits not in the stars, but the ground—
In every moment where we’re truly found.

(Chorus)
Living on the moon, where nothing feels near,
Hiding from heartache, from pain, and from fear.
Floating in shadows, lost in the blue,
Learning that distance won’t carry me through.

(Outro)
So I pack up my dreams and let the tide rise,
A light on the shore pulls me back to life.
Living on the moon taught me something true—
The only way forward is through.

Geddon Bird

Living On The Moon

Ghosted

No Need to Chase

Text:
(Verse 1)
You post your love for tyrants bold
From safety, warm and free and gold
You’ve never run, you’ve never bled
No whispers haunt you while in bed

(Pre-Chorus)
You don’t know fear behind the door
Or what a knock at midnight’s for
Still you cheer the iron hand
While standing on unshaken land

(Chorus)
You praise what you'd never survive
Sing anthems to those who eat the alive
From behind a screen, you raise their flag
But you'd never last beneath their drag

We all want freedom
We love freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom simply for everyone

(Verse 2)
Your hero kills the voice I am
Your idol burns what I became
Still you wear his name with pride
But never had to run or hide

(solo)

(Bridge – multilingual idea)
🇷🇺 "Где свобода? Где мой дом?"
🇹🇷 "Adalet nerede? Nefes yok!"
🇺🇸 "Land of the free – but who’s free now?"
🇩🇪 "Ihr seht nicht, wie wir leiden."

(Final Chorus – louder, angrier)
You praise what you'd never survive
Your comfort feeds the fire they drive
We bleed, we fall, we scream unheard
While you repost their every word

We all want freedom
We love freedom
Freedom for you and me
Freedom simply for everyone
Freedom is what we need!

You Praise What You’d Never Survive

Is it true?
Is it you?
Is it true?
Is it you?
Is it true?
Is it you?

I have tried.
Oh! I have tried.
I have tried to find answers
everywhere that
answers might hide.
Outside.
.....Inside.
..........All around the universe.
I want an answer to
the one question
.....what is love?
..........What is love?
...............What is love?
I have tried.
Oh! I have tried.
I have tried to find answers
everywhere that
answers might hide.
Outside.
.....Inside.
..........All around the universe.
I want an answer to
the one question
.....what is love?
..........What is love?
...............What is love?

Truly you are part of it.
You are here
inside the heart of it.
Every waking second
I feel you pulsating.
I cradle your vibrations.
I come alive.
.....You and me
..........we are sensational.
We are the tomorrow
that might just survive.
We are the tomorrow
that might just survive.
Truly you are part of it.
You are here
inside the heart of it.
Every waking second
I feel you pulsating.
I cradle your vibrations.
I come alive.
.....You and me
..........we are sensational.
We are the tomorrow
that might just survive.
We are the tomorrow
that might just survive.

I have tried.
Oh! I have tried.
I have tried to find answers
everywhere that
answers might hide.
Outside.
.....Inside.
..........All around the universe.
I want an answer to
the one question
.....what is love?
..........What is love?
...............What is love?

WHAT IS LOVE?

🔻 Song Insight
“Tolerated” is a truth grenade disguised as a spoken-rap performance piece. Blending confrontation with vulnerability, the track dives deep into the emotional violence of being merely “accepted” rather than truly seen. It calls out performative allyship, social double standards, and the quiet cruelty of conditional love. With sharp lyrics and theatrical harmonies, it exposes how tolerance, when masquerading as support, can feel like a muzzle rather than a hand to hold.

The track’s layered structure — shifting between lo-fi filtered quotes, direct spoken truths, and En Vogue-style harmony breakdowns — mirrors the internal split so many queer people experience: one side shown to the world, the other buried under the weight of others' comfort. “Tolerated” doesn’t ask for understanding. It demands recognition.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro
You say you see me, but don’t get my ways.
Say it’s "tolerated"—'cause I don’t act that gay.
You think that makes you woke? You think that makes you okay?

Verse 1
"I can’t watch that—it’s about two guys. Eww."
What, you think we’re contagious? Like love’s a disease?
Relax, it’s not a scratch-and-sniff video scene.
We won’t rub off or rub on—don’t flinch when I touch your arm.
Just ‘cause I’m gay don’t mean every man’s my type—
Get over yourself, you're not that fine.
Don’t act confused like you’re the victim.
Pushback gets loud, but your silence is the real affliction.

Hook
Tolerance sounds kind...
But it’s got conditions you don’t define.
It says: “I’ll let you be—just don’t make me see.”
That's not love. That’s sanitized cruelty.

Verse 2
"You can sit by me… as long as you're alone."
"Just tone it down, pretend, don't make it known."
That ain’t support—that’s a closeted leash.
You call it freedom, but you're holding the keys.
You hype up lesbians, call it hot,
But flinch at two dudes kissing? That’s your rot.
You lost the plot—
Love is love, and you’re stuck in the knots.

Interlude – Vocal Breakdown
He like dudes.
—And he don’t hide it.
He like d*ck.
You tried to deny it.
He even like the scent of his pits.
Ooh, that man’s legit.
He likes when he’s dressed...
He likes the way they have sex.
He loves his chest, he loves his heart...
He loves his man—every part.

Bridge
You say you see him?
No—you see the parts that fit your frame.
That ain't love—no, that’s just shame...

Build-Up
He tolerates you—
Your unplugged views.
He tolerates the slurs you slide into.
He tolerates the cracks in your ‘jokes’—
He shrugs it off…
But don’t mean he's blind to the smoke.

Climax
Tolerance is a cover-up cloak...
It’s a handshake with a side of choke.
It’s bigotry in a satin robe...
A word that smiles while it says ‘no.’
Get your sh*t straight.

Spoken Bridge
Open hearts, open minds—
That’s the only freedom worth finding.
To love someone’s soul,
Not the packaging that’s assigned them.

🔻 Personal Reflection
There was a time when I felt grateful to be “tolerated.” Like being allowed to exist quietly was a win. But that was never freedom — it was survival. “Tolerated” was born from the realization that silence is not kindness, and invisibility is not safety.

I’ve heard the side comments. I’ve seen the discomfort when I speak freely. I’ve watched people cheer on queer pride from a distance — as long as it didn’t cross into their space, their family, their comfort zone. That subtle exclusion? It leaves marks.

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Tolerated (Explicit)

Les etoiles traînent la nuit
Lin laissé à sécher

Géraniums rouges le long des balcons
hochant la tête, hochant la tête
prêt à accepter n’importe quoi
juste pour garder leur couleur

Une bande d’enfants court dans les rues
Farceurs sans visage
la lune une plaque tenue devant chaque face
Qui suis-je? Dire : « Qui suis-je ? » Courir dans les rues en disant qui suis-je ?
ombres des bâtiments

Devenir des chats qui s’éloignent
les arbres immobilisés
Laissé seul dans l’obscurité
frottant les cigales contre leur écorce de regret

Les oranges ont plus de délicatesse
tombant doucement, tombant
dans les vergers
sur les collines
mangé doucement, mangé
par la terre affamée
avalé entier
comme par un serpent
comme par centaines
Se faufiler dans les vergers
milliers
traquer les oranges qui tombent doucement
chasser dans les vergers
qui forment un anneau autour de la ville

Les Oranges v.5 par Jef Bourgeau

A brooding, poetic lament for justice lost and voices forgotten.
“Dark Horizons” conjures the shadowy alleys of Chancery Lane and echoes of the broken legal system through haunting lyrics and minimalist instrumentation. A meditation on guilt, memory, and buried truths, this piece unfolds like a ghost story whispered in candlelight—a voice trembling through marbled halls, seeking justice in the silence.

Step into a world where fog shrouds the truth and sorrow clings like chains. Dark Horizons is a haunting, narrative-driven ballad weaving together themes of grief, injustice, and the relentless erosion of hope. With vivid lyrical imagery—“sightless justice,” “a mother’s guilt,” and “a lover’s ghost”—this track channels the bleak poetry of Dickensian London with emotional weight and stark beauty. At its core lies the figure of Esther, a fragile light in a world of fading dreams and unburied shame. Perfect for listeners drawn to atmospheric storytelling and raw emotional depth.

Dark horizons

A deeply emotional Norwegian ballad about falling for someone who only wanted attention. This song captures the quiet heartbreak of giving everything to a person who was never truly there for you. Cold, honest, and stripped to the core – "Bare når det passer deg" is for those who’ve been kept close, but never chosen.

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