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Reflection as a life lesson is an extremely valuable tool. They help us see patterns, understand mistakes, and appreciate the moments that shape us. It is a time when we reflect on the meaning of our actions, decisions and relationships with others. Reflections are also an opportunity to find harmony between the past, present and future – to learn from past events, act consciously here and now, and plan for a better future.  ❤️ Refleksja jako lekcja życia jest niezwykle cennym narzędziem. Pomagają nam dostrzec wzorce, zrozumieć błędy i docenić chwile, które nas kształtują. To czas, w którym zastanawiamy się nad sensem naszych działań, decyzji i relacji z innymi. Refleksje to także okazja do odnalezienia harmonii między przeszłością, teraźniejszością i przyszłością – do wyciągania wniosków z przeszłych wydarzeń, świadomego działania tu i teraz, planowania lepszej przyszłości.  ❤️  La reflexión como lección de vida es una herramienta extremadamente valiosa. Nos ayudan a ver patrones, entender los errores y apreciar los momentos que nos moldean. Es un momento en el que reflexionamos sobre el significado de nuestras acciones, decisiones y relaciones con los demás. Las reflexiones también son una oportunidad para encontrar la armonía entre el pasado, el presente y el futuro, para sacar conclusiones de los acontecimientos pasados, para actuar conscientemente aquí y ahora, para planificar un futuro mejor.

Reflections

Take It All

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What is Love - BOUKHA Paris

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she does the thugs
to get the drugs
and she sweeps all that shit
right under the rug

she takes the bus
to get to us
and now she's deep in it with
the party she can trust

she's on the floor
she play's the whore
and now she's deep in it with
the boy she's been waiting for

that girl gone wild
she's off the dial
she be tweaking freaking now she's doing
doggy style

right on the floor
down on all fours
and he be humping jumping pumping and
she's begging for more

she can't be tamed
she's got no shame
all 

she want's is more of the same

bad girl

she be the bad girl

and she loves it

she loves it


bad girl

Six months. Six damned months in which I carried every little lie I told myself with a broad smile. "I feel so good!" I'd say, "No more smoking! What a liberation! I'm a new person!" And everyone nodded. My friends, my colleagues, even the guy from the bakery. They nodded and cheered me on like you'd cheer for a marathon runner who looked like he was about to throw up.

I'm lying. I don't feel good at all. I feel like a bucket of misery into which someone secretly stuffed a pile of wet newspapers. I'm not liberated, I've gone to jail. For six months now, I've been in nicotine quarantine, and my clothes no longer smell like an ashtray, but like... nothing. I'm not sleeping any better; I dream about cigarettes. Over and over again. About that first hit in the morning, that little nicotine rocket that catapults you into happiness. About the glowing end that looks like a small, timid light at the end of the tunnel.

I've gained over nine pounds. Nine pounds! In just six months! My belly now hangs over my belt like a sad pancake. My pants are tighter than the zipper on an overstuffed suitcase. I look like the Michelin Man who's had the air sucked out of him. And the dating experience? I wonder what my last date thought when I plopped down on the sofa like it were a mattress. She probably thought, "Oh, a new mattress trend."

At first, I thought I was a hero. I was lecturing smokers. I raised my fingers and said, "I can promise you, addiction is a killer." And then, secretly, I turned around and imagined myself opening a pack, lighting a cigarette, feeling the fire, taking a deep breath, and my brain exploding with joy. Like an orgasm, only better because it never ends.

And now I'm sitting here in a smoker’s bar. My buddy smokes. He smokes two packs a day. And I hate him for it. I hate him because he can do what I can't. I hate him because he feels the happiness I long for. I just told him to stop before it's too late. He just laughed and said, "Man, I'm the one having fun here, you're the one destroying yourself." And he's right. I'm a hermit, a sad, lonely recluse who made his own rules and now tortures himself. I've backed myself into a corner from which there's no escape. And the thought that I have to give up, that I could reach out and ask for a cigarette, is so tempting. Just a little puff. A little orgasm. Just a little bit of happiness.


Six months and not a single cigarette, you know
They said it would be easy, a hero's show
My clothes don't stink of ashtrays anymore
I sleep a little better, or so I swore
I talk to everyone about my brand new life
But deep inside, I'm cuttin' with a mental knife

Oh, nicotine, my sweet, sweet sin
Let me take you in, let me start again
One little puff, a glorious high
Oh, nicotine, my sweet goodbye

I told myself I'm free from all that poison's hold
A new beginning, a story to be told
But nine pounds heavier, my belt won't close
All the single ladies now turn up their nose
I used to hate the smell, but now I miss it, man
The little white stick that holds my world in its hand

Oh, nicotine, my sweet, sweet sin
Let me take you in, let me start again
One little puff, a glorious high
Oh, nicotine, my sweet goodbye

They say I'm strong, a man of pure resolve’
They praise my strength while my own life dissolves
But what's the point of smelling fresh and clean
If you can't find a partner, so fat and mean?
I see my friends all puffing, laughing at my face
I feel like a loser lost in time and space

Oh, nicotine, my sweet, sweet sin 
Let me take you in, it's a hello again 
One little puff, a glorious high 
It's not a goodbye, just a sweet hello. Again.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, DALL-E 3

My Sweet Sin

Lose a Dream - Techno

I have been struggling to realise a song for these Lyrics for almost 10 years. Each year I try to get a song I envision and always fall short, because I just do not have the vocal chops to get the song I want. This is closer to what I had envisioned. I used AI Music software to vocalise my Lyrics and add Music. I did a final Mastering in Studio One.

Brothers Indeed

Death Alone
Winters Drone
Dark Stars Time
A Forsaken Rhyme
Ghostly Fumes
Black Ice Tombs
Despairs the Bite
Hiding the Light

Brothers our Light
To Know
Dark will go
Light will Shine
Light our Light
Know to know
we will Grow

Loves Roar
Hearts Soar
Raise the Alarm
Brothers in Arms
Eternal Light
Is our Sight
Arms of my Brother
One Step then Another

Brothers our Light
To Know
Dark will Go
light will Shine
Light our Light
Know To Know
We will Grow

No Void to Dark
Hope to Stark
Wisdom is Earned
Wisdom is Earned
Shine the Light
We will Grow

Fritz Herold - 2017


Brothers Indeed - Revisited

Slow, massive riddim dubstep fused with mystical Ukrainian vibes. Monstrous basslines, ritual chants, and haunting folk instruments create an epic, hypnotic journey.

Lithium

Marc Caladan