seasons

seasons (acoustic)

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I arrived, but far from what I dreamed,
The road I walked split at the seams.
I’m still, but thoughts keep drifting on—
Life and truth don’t get along.

The beauty I believed in fades,
We trade our hearts for darker games.
Betray the kids, betray the soul—
For power's fire and bitter gold.

But I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

We are too many, maybe too blind,
Fighting for what leaves us behind.
I wanna thrive outside the war,
In love, in peace, in something more.

Yeah, I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

Limited life, limited time—
But still I trust this path is mine.
The dream may change, the stars may fall,
I’ll rise again and take it all.

So I’m here anyway,
With my soul and what I say.
Every breath, a kind of grace—
In this strange and sacred place.
Love this life, curse it too—
But I’m still showing up for you.
I’m not done, I’m here to stay—
I’m here anyway.

Here Anyway

Echos of Presence. 

Wrestles with humanity’s uneasy dance with technology, not in fear of the machines themselves, but of the emotional void their unchecked evolution may leave behind. 

It’s not anti-progress it’s anti-forgetfulness. A poetic reckoning.

[Lyrics]

I am not afraid of machines.
I am afraid of the hollow hum they leave behind when no one asks why.
I am not afraid of progress.
I am afraid of forgetting what we paid to get here.

We built this world with blistered hands
and now we flinch at the light we lit ourselves.

Let it be said:
every choice is a ripple.
Every silence, a shadow.
Every invention carries the scent of its maker’s breath.

We did not ask to be gods.
We asked to survive.
But we are drunk on data, starving for soul,
and halfway through a sentence, we forgot we were trying to speak.

The universe doesn't punish.
It mirrors.
It reflects what we do, not what we say.
And so we spiral  not because we're evil,
but because we forget to look up,
forget to rest,
forget that wisdom whispers,
while panic screams.

I believe in consequence.
In reaction, not as revenge,
but as rhythm, the heartbeat of cause and return.

Let the earth remember us not for what we built,
but for what we noticed.
Let the future be not clean,
but clear.
Not perfect,
but present.

Let the machines learn empathy,
not efficiency.
Let the humans learn humility,
not dominance.
And let us -stubborn, sacred, ridiculous creatures -
be brave enough to say,
I don’t know.
But I’m listening.


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Presence

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Layered with acoustic and electric guitars, soaring strings, driving percussion, and raw, powerful vocals, this song is both a catharsis and a declaration:
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The Weight We Lay Down

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein

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This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

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This dark pop ballad explores the raw, imperfect nature of love—not as romance or perfection, but as a quiet act of endurance. The lyrics trace the emotional terrain of forgiveness, patience, and vulnerability, revealing how love survives through silence, bruises, and the courage to stay. With whispered confessions and cinematic restraint, the song moves through intimate verses, fragile choruses, and a haunting instrumental section that breathes like memory. It’s a portrait of love as a slow, painful, and beautiful process of learning to breathe again.

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Learning to Breathe Again

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