A bold cry for freedom—even if it means falling. This is the song of someone ready to feel everything instead of nothing.

Let Me Burn

What It Takes

When I'm Free

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Salvation without 
Abandon 
Who and what 
Can it be 
Demanding? 
To be clear 
Or to stand 
Narrow 
It is up to me 
To be still 
And fallow 
Upon a stage 
With my 
Inward rage. 
Beseeching nothing 
Becoming the sage 
Becoming aware 
Or just led 
Like sheep  
To nowhere. 
Can I be connected 
And not separated 
Through and through 
And still see  
Truth in you? 
To be right  
About everything – 
The very thought 
Seems to sting 
Like an alarm 
Sounding as it rings 
While the world 
Continues to sing 
And dance 
The connecting 
From a vision. 
The sounding task 
Maintaining our 
Equilibrium. 
It always come back 
To the decision. 
Needless to be 
To be or  
Not to be. 
To listen to 
What I see. 
Understanding 
The connection of me. 
Is within 
A recollection 
And the projection 
In the middle of 
A humanitarian 
Objection. 
Fire and ICE 
The salvation  
Of our device. 
Laid upon  
Her blessing 
As she stands 
Majestically 
Forgiving 
The acceptance  
Of the truth within 
The sanctuary 
Space and time 
The absolution of 
An absolute existence, 
The sublime mind 
My apprehension is 
The mental contention. 
Blocking the intrinsic 
Attention. 
Free my extension’s 
Intention 
Through  
fire and ICE’s dimension 
Communication of  
The realization 
Becoming  
The annunciation 
Through the consciousness 
Of our civilization. 
To be a vessel 
Of creation.

The Annunciation

Walk Alone Vocals Disko-Kai

Not a call to escape, but to clarity. The mountains promise nothing, but they let me breathe. I do not go to become someone else – I go to become myself.

 song is part of the album “Tiger & Eagle - A Journey back into Myself”.

Tiger & Eagle – Part 9: The Call of the Mountains

STORY
The story illustrates phronesis—the classical Greek idea of practical wisdom, the kind of judgment that blends knowledge, experience, and moral insight.

The Bridge at Kalliros
The river Kalliros had flooded every spring for as long as the villagers remembered. This year the water had risen higher than anyone had seen. The young men argued for an immediate crossing to rescue sheep stranded on the far bank. “If we wait, they’ll drown,” one shouted. Another proposed building a raft from fresh-cut pine, ignoring the roar of the current.

Old Thaleia, the village midwife, said nothing at first. She had no formal training in engineering, nor the strength of youth. But she had watched the river for sixty harvests. She remembered the year the water turned suddenly when the snows melted late, the year when the bridge timbers twisted in a hidden eddy. She knew the sheep’s value and the risk to the men.

Finally she spoke.
“Cut no pine. Use the willow trunks upstream—last night’s rain has loosened them. Tie them with the reeds that grow near the oxbow bend. And wait two hours, until the meltwater from the eastern ridge has passed. You will see the mud eddies change colour; then you may cross, and not before.”

The young men grumbled, but the memory of her unerring births and quiet rescues gave them pause. They followed her plan. When the eddies paled, they lashed the willows and ferried the sheep across without loss.

Later a traveller asked why the villagers obeyed the old woman so readily.
“She knows more than rules,” the headman replied. “She knows when rules bend. That is wisdom for living—phronesis.”

This story highlights how phronesis is not just cleverness or technical skill (techne), but the seasoned judgment that grows from lived experience, moral concern, and a sense of the right moment to act.

INTERPRETATION 
The lyrics of “Willow Crossing” portray phronesis—practical wisdom—as a quiet but powerful guide amid danger and urgency.  The rising river symbolizes crises that tempt people into rash action, while the elder’s calm instructions embody the insight that comes from years of lived experience.  Her ability to “read the hour in the river’s lines” shows wisdom not as abstract knowledge but as attunement to the right moment, balancing courage with caution.  By urging the villagers to “wait for the eddies to pale,” the song celebrates patience and moral discernment: wisdom is not about rules or titles, but about sensing when to move and when to hold back, so that action is both timely and humane.

WILLOW CROSSING

“Pieces I Can't See” is an anthem born from the struggle of darkness and the weight of pain, yet it reveals the hidden hand of God weaving together what cannot be seen. With hard-hitting vocals, cinematic depth, and a chorus that explodes into glory, this song reminds us that the unseen pieces of our lives are already falling into place. It’s raw, powerful, and unrelenting, a journey through the valley into the light.

Pieces I Can’t See

Catching Bullets

If you knew my madness,
The storms beneath my skin,
The places where the light gets lost,
The battles I hold in.
If you saw the edges
Where I start to fall apart,
You’d know how much it means to me
To let the sky hold my heart.

If you knew the depth of my despair,
The cracks that breathe beneath the prayer,
You’d understand why I still chase
The wind that whispers through this space.
If you knew the darkness I have been,
You’d never ask why I need wings.

There are oceans in my silence,
And ghosts behind my eyes.
I’ve built my calm from chaos,
Made peace with all my lies.
And if you ever touched the pain
That hides beneath my grace,
You’d know the wings I dream to wear
Aren’t meant to leave this place.

If you knew the depth of my despair,
The cracks that breathe beneath the prayer,
You’d understand why I still chase
The wind that whispers through this space.
If you knew the darkness I have been,
You’d never ask why I need wings.

The fall has taught me how to see,
The ground’s too close, the sky’s too free.
But only those who break inside,
Can learn the secret art to fly.

If you knew my madness, you would see,
The fire’s just what’s saving me.
The wings I wear are made of scars,
They carried me beyond the stars.
If you knew the darkness I have been,
You’d understand — why I need wings.

If you knew my madness…
You’d fly with me.

If you knew my madness

If You Knew My Madness(Lyrics)

3. The Mayor's Secret

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.

Tiger & Eagle – Part 9: The Call of the Mountains

Marco Memory

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