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

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

3. The Mayor's Secret

Broken but Beautiful” is a soul-stirring R&B ballad about strength, healing, and the beauty found in imperfection.

It tells the story of heartbreak that doesn’t destroy — it transforms. Every scar becomes a reminder of resilience, every tear a lesson in love.
With rich harmonies and heartfelt vocals, F.I.H. blends pain and peace into one emotional masterpiece.

The track is both vulnerable and empowering — a reminder that even when we break, we still shine.

“I’m broken, but beautiful… my heart still beats, that’s proof.”

f.i.h.-–-“broken-but-beautiful

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

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.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

The Devil Takes Requests

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.