Who Knows


She got the rays of the sun on her hair
She got the sea in her eyes
I saw her standing aside and sing

She does the watching and the thinking 
Her sister does the talking and the flirting 
She’s the big sister you know

She once said she’s tired to be poor
But nobody does the home chores
And the home rent is never too low

Hit the road with Hope
Maybe one day we’ll meet in Europe
And drink a cup of coffee in Rome
Who knows?
Who knows 
Who knows

Saturday morning at the market 
She broadcast it on the internet 
A bandana on her head summer never ends

She takes a bath clothed in the river
She spends the evening at the karaoke 
Singing song after song with her sister 



She does the watching and the thinking 
Her sister does the talking and the flirting 
She’s the big sister you know

Hit the road with Hope
Maybe one day we’ll meet in Europe
And drink a cup of coffee in Rome
Who knows?
Who knows 
Who knows

(Wooo)

Hit the road with Hope
Maybe one day we’ll meet in Europe
And drink a cup of coffee in Rome
Who knows?
Who knows 
Who knows

Who knows

You know

You know

Who Knows

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen the skies wear every hue,
But none as bright as me and you.
You walked in like a quiet flame,
And suddenly, I felt my name.

[Pre-Chorus]
You don't have to try, you just exist...
And somehow every wound forgets.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every hope I never knew,
Only you... always you.

[Verse 2]
You don’t fix me; you let me grow,
You see the parts I never show.
And in your eyes, I find my truth,
The kind of love that feels like proof.

[Pre-Chorus]
When I fall short or drift away,
You’re the voice that makes me stay.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every hope I never knew,
Only you... always you.

[Bridge]
And I would choose you in every life,
In every song, through joy or strife.
No matter where this road will wind,
With you, I’m home; I’m safe, I’m fine.

[Chorus]
You are the calm in all my storms,
The gentle light that keeps me warm.
You're laughter when my world turns gray,
A place to rest, a better day.
You're every dream that I hold true,
Only you... always you.

Only You

Choices is a heartfelt collection of songs about the moments that shape us. This album blends danceable pop, nostalgic ballads, and genre-fused grooves to explore themes of growth, gratitude, and self-discovery. Each track is a chapter in a life well-lived—and still unfolding. Whether you're chasing dreams or looking back on where you started, Choices is the soundtrack for the road you're on.

A Good Life

Lost in the Tide is a raw and sorrowful indie-alt track that blends confessional spoken word, rap verses, and a gospel-inspired anthemic chorus. Layered with haunting harmonies, lo-fi textures, and crashing waves of emotion, it captures the weight of drowning in your own thoughts while searching for release. 

If you connect with music that feels cathartic, heavy, and brutally honest, this track is for you. Stream, share, and let it wash over you.

Lost in the Tide

If This Is Goodbye

Written over a span of 30 years, Jupiter Morrow's music looks for truth in the pain, with eyes wide and a heart that is open

Let There Be Light

A friend’s call becomes the starting point. A text about a dandelion growing through asphalt turns into a symbol of hope and strength. This song opens the album – quiet, honest, and full of meaning.

This song is part of the album “Through the Asphalt”.

A Call and a Dandelion

A soft piano opens, weaving delicate melodies that evoke vulnerability. Gradually, drums and soaring synths join, creating an uplifting anthem

I ve heard your dreams

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To know love
through
the boundaries of time
What is the point?
Is it up to me
to anoint?
My shared purpose
with the world 
and beyond.
Please guide my
actions today.

As I watch villages
Being bombed.
How am I supposed
To respond?
To see rhetoric spewed
at the others.
How and when
Did we forget
They are our brothers.

Only an instant
does the world endure.

Will I make it holy?
To begin here and now
or cautious and slowly?

Is it mine to make?
Or do I just take and take?

This tiny instant
full of wonder and mystery
sitting front and center
or on the periphery.

Is it full of pain
For the world to endure?
Or is it happy and free
Just waiting for me/

It is my choice to see
As the world endures.
This holy instant
so simple and pure
In truth is it
right now
Showing me how.

Make It Holy

A quiet, cinematic folk piece built around the question of what a poppy’s colour truly means. Gentle strings and acoustic tones carry a poem of memory, sacrifice, and the weight we still carry. A reflection on war, loss, and the colours we choose to hold. Lets not fight over the colour !!

THE COLOUR OF A POPPY

A rural paranoia ballad for the nights when the sky is too bright to hide anything… yet something walks beside you anyway.  Deep gravel voice over open-Em baritone acoustic with frozen strings, one endless unresolved bowed-cello drone, faint static electricity, and boots crunching frost at 38 BPM. No drums. Only breath, star-silence, and the ancient prey-brain that never learned to shut up.
Crystalline terror in perfect visibility.

Running makes it real

Ich schreibe, was ich denke, fühle und erlebe. Schreiben hilft mir, Erinnerungen einzuordnen und ihnen Klarheit zu geben. Wenn Gefühle eine Melodie bekommen, entsteht etwas Wunderbares – eine Botschaft, die direkt ins Herz geht.

Für mich ist es ein Ausgleich, ein Stück Selbsttherapie. Die Texte sind ehrlich und frisch aus dem Herzen. Und wenn ich damit jemanden berühre, der genauso fühlt wie ich, freut es mich umso mehr.

Da ich selbst nicht gut singen kann, nutze ich KI für die Melodie und die Stimme. Ich bin dankbar für diese Möglichkeit, meinen Gefühlen Ausdruck zu verleihen.

Viel Freude beim Hören 🥰

Gruß, Marco Memory

PS: Ehrliche Kommentare sind willkommen – aber bitte keine Angebote, ich kaufe nichts.



I write what I think, feel, and experience. Writing helps me sort out memories and bring them clarity. When feelings find a melody, something wonderful is created – a message that speaks straight to the heart.

For me, it’s a balance, a bit of self-therapy. The lyrics are honest and straight from the heart. And if they touch someone who feels the same way I do, it makes me even happier.

Since I can’t sing well myself, I use AI for the melody and voice. I’m grateful for this opportunity to give my feelings a voice.

Enjoy listening 🥰

Best, Marco Memory

PS: Honest comments are always welcome – but please no offers, I’m not looking to buy anything.