'Fortress' out now on all streaming platforms. Thanks for listening :)

Credits: 

Written by, acoustic guitar, vocals: Emily Theodora 
Violin: Jenni Grossmann
Drums: Neo Sukhraj-Hammerl
Bass: Linus Hakansson

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Lyrics:

So I, light the fire in the stone
Lead it out, beyond the forests and the roads 

And I let fools run into my mind 
Beyond the pillars of the Fortress that is mine

So I say go, leave it alone
Take the flowers,
Take the stone,
And I will grow alone

So I, call the actor to the throne, 
Let them lie, and keep the diamonds for their own 

They couldn’t rest, until they reaped what I had sown 
Another day, without the harvest I had grown 

And I let fools run into my mind, 
Beyond the pillars of the Fortress that is mine

So I say go, leave it alone
Take the flowers,
Take the stone,
And I will grow alone

So I, light the fire in the stone, 
Lead it out, beyond the forests and the roads

Fortress

home sweet home

hello friends, since I'm taking a break from german lyrics, I'd like to try something I know nothing about that will probably backfire: english lyrics (I wish I were just a fraction as talented as my fabulous friend terry reeves). 

I've chosen an instrumental piece I wrote 13 years ago as my very first upload to soundcloud under the name roth whyler. at the time, I had in mind the story of a woman who remembers the love of her life to whom she never confessed her feelings: her boyfriend's girlfriend. I had the machine create a playback based on my original piece as a test. after heaps of attempts, the result expressed such weird chaos of emotions that I left everything as it was. 

why bluegrass? because I just massively love the longing way of its dealing with 3/4 time.

©music & lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers. Backing tracks and vocals by suno.4.5+

hopefully reasonably correct english:

Did you know that I loved you?

I am walking down Shepherd’s Alley
Yet I know that dreams never last
Every step will tell me a story 
After millions of stories have passed

Since those days when life felt like dancing
To the sultans of Friday night’s swing
As we raced through times full of madness
In the loop of an endless spring

You and Davie, me and Sebastian
Two and two, an immortal four
Til there was a growing sensation
Ever harder to ignore 
Such an overwhelming emotion
Never felt such before
While it got evermore

Did you know?

Did you know that I loved you?
I don’t think, babe, that you knew
That I secretly loved you
I so deeply did and still I do love you

Did you know that I loved you?
Much too late now to tell you
Was so crazy about you
A quiet truth and it’s still true

Things went on and we finally broke up
All our dreams sank into the past
Only one remained, never gave in
Still too strong to ignore 
Still an overwhelming emotion
Never felt such before
Will remain evermore

Did you know that I loved you?
I don’t think, babe, that you knew
That I secretly loved you
I so deeply did and still I do love you

Did you know that I loved you?
Much too late now to tell you
Was so crazy about you
A quiet truth and it’s still true

Did you know that I loved you?
I don’t think, babe, that you knew
That I secretly loved you
I so deeply did and still I do love you

I will always, always do.

Did you know that I loved you?

Moonrise (Inst.)

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:

Salt air
Land locked shore
Clipped hair
Clipped hair
Dusting the floor

When the reason's her
When the season's here
Not stuck anymore 
When the reason's her

Going stir
The voice of an Age
Cut off
At the fur
At the fur
Red apple rage

Windowless her
Windowless her
Nausea I could not 
assuage

Tongue tied blur
Tongue tied blue
At the hopelessness
of the page
All the hope I have/hold 
of you

Windowless her
Windowless her
            April 24, 2025

Windowless Her

maybe it's just me, but the end of summer has always felt like someone suddenly flipped a switch and changed everything overnight. the light, the air, the mood, everything. of course, there's this spectacularly beautiful transition called indian summer in canada and north america, and simply "herbst" here. but the beginning of this magnificent end always feels abrupt to me. recently, it happened again. just like when I was a child, I felt a sense of melancholy, as if it were a permanent farewell. maybe for it will actually be that way. someday.

anyway, in 1981, I had the bizarre idea of writing a musical. I was attracted by the complex challenge. but, above all, it was because I had always been immensely impressed by the musicals of the 60s and 70s: just freaking divine melodies, usually too dramatic, playful and operetta-like for radio.

I got started and wrote a musical about mice (while in london someone way more talented was creating one about cats;-) of course, autumn had to play a role, with all the feelings I associate with it, which I also attribute to mice. scene: two mice sitting together, watching a beautiful sunset, one of them starts singing and dancing.

over the past 40 years, I have reinterpreted the theme of this special part countless times (just example in the case of massive curiosity: ( https://youtu.be/az0T2Uzkgk0?si=QLOK4hJ5i5GcsDbr ), but it has only now become a song with the vocals written once.

I’d also like to share the very first sketch on the subject, once recorded in my band's rehearsal room with a working text. we shared the room with a keyboardist with an unimaginable amount of money. this allowed him to afford things I secretly used for this recording: a brand-new wonder machine called the teac tascam portastudio 244 80s 4 track multitrack cassette tape recorder!!! a yamaha cp 70 grand piano!!! a korg cx-3 organ!!! and a roland tr-808 rhythm composer!!! absolutely insane!!! the rest is my “voice” and, of course, the strat.

And since I’m already at it, I created a template-free hip hop interpretation of the lyrics that more closely reflects my current mood, which is certainly age-related;-)

©music and lyrics written by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover and vocal performance by suno 4.5+

One last warm ray of sunlight.
reflected in the leaves' dance.
A flock of birds flies away.
A sky full of differences.

Nothing blooms or sparkles in the air anymore.
Only the weary scent of farewell.
Of all the strength that once was.
Now, only memories remain.

A quiet dying, piece by piece.
Looking forward, we look back.
To everything light and carefree,
that returned every morning.

as if nothing was ever too late.
Because time turns in circles.
in a boundless world,
where nothing lasts forever.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?

Colourful and enchantingly beautiful to this day.
A play of colours, no farewell.
One last warm ray of sunshine.
There won't be another one.

There won't be another one.

Do you feel it, too?
Do you feel it, too?


Spürst du das auch? (Musical Version)

Recorded in 2021. remastered.  I have to have a new way to play the piano. My sister and my son are doing that. They are working out a way to bring the piano to my hospital bed. I can no longer sit up, even in my powerchair. It's too uncomfortable and hard to breathe. I don't have functioning back or abdominal muscles, and I can't lift my head off my chest unless In laying back. Only my arms and hands are semi-functioning. My thumbs are going bad. I can't pull a zipper. I won't be able to play as well and I don't know how I'll work the sustain pedal - but I'll do my best! 😊🎶🎹🎶

Light at The End of The Darkness

As if in Dreams

Prélude No.1 Op.46

This is just a small fun piece, which I hope will put a smile on your face....
The art picture was given to me by my dear friend Stephanie Stickel……
Thank you Steffi!😊
Here's a link to see more of her work..

 https://www.youtube.com/@StephanieStickel

Une Petite Cocasse

"Et, du haut des falaises, me penchant
Sur l’anse verte, mauve, rose et rouge,
Dans le faux jour oblique du couchant,
C’est vous encore que je vois, taches qui bougent"
Sabine Sicaud

Prélude No.1 Op.46

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer

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